The last day! A long 24k trek back down to Lukla and the much anticipated finish line! It was another stunner of a morning and our spirits were sky high after reaching Namche - and that hot shower. The first part of the trek was steep down - the same down that was the gruelling 'up' through the heat on day two. We made quick progress down through the trees and had our final glimpse of Everest on the way. We eventually arrived back down at the large suspension bridge that took us to the path that would lead down to the valley floor and the 'milk river' - the name that the Nepalese give to the giant, white looking river that quickly flows through the steep valley. We hit the river and made our way across a few bridges and over the other side of the bank. The days trek was long and never-ending. We passed through villages, restaurants and guesthouses as we winded our way towards where we spent our first night - Phakding. Shortly before Phakding we had to stop to let a few horses past the narrow path. This soon turned into dozens of horses passing and soon probably around 200 had passed us. All were carrying the usual, kerosene, food, beer and anything else that was needed up the mountain. An angry monkey in the tree we were waiting under gave bared its teeth and gave us a growl so we all darted into the nearby restaurant. Eventually the horses passed and we skirted by the monkey tree towards Phakding. We were hungry and exhausted at Phakding. We had some lunch as we tried to recollect what the next part of the trek was like. 'Up' we seemed to remember, certainly for the last part towards Lukla. We set off, refulled from luck for the final leg of the journey. Legs were sore and all we could think about was to get our boots off and have cold beer in hand in Lukla. We passed through farms, guesthouse and small villages as we made our way up to Lukla. This was the 'up' we had forgotten about. We passed a few people who were trekking up to base camp, as most were already down for the season. Helen passed her friend she met in Goa who was just on her way up. After some gruelling stair cases we turned the corner and walked under the sign which welcomed walkers to the national park. Our Scottish and kiwi friends, although we had no idea they were there, gave us a huge cheer - we had reached the finish line and the village of Lukla. We downed a water and made our way to The Nest guesthouse for a quick change before heading to 'The Scottish Bar' for a pint with our friends. We invited Bom along with us as promised for a celebratory beer. Our guide, Bikram joined us too. We met our mates in the basement of the 'Scottish Bar' (there was nothing Scottish about it other than a flag) and sat and enjoyed a cold beer whilst the others played some pool. We tried to persuade Bikram to let Bom stay at our guesthouse as Bom had told us that he expected to stay there so that we could enjoy an evening of beer and 'breakdancing' (I think he meant Nepalese dancing). Unfortunately it was deemed that Bom's services to us were over and no longer required despite him being our absolute rock during the trip and especially the past 4 days. Bom was therefore told that he could find somewhere else in Lukla to stay and get some more porter business at the airport in the morning, or begin his 3 day walk home. The beer was finished and it was time to grudgingly say goodbye to our amazing porter, guide, saviour and friend, Bom. A tearful Helen dwarfed him with an enormous hug and I followed him up to the street to say goodbye. I gave him a bundle of our clothes that we decided to donate to him, our contact details and a small handful of Nepalese rupees, shook his hand and said goodbye. We sauntered back to our accommodation after some carrot cake in a neighbouring cafe. The evening was spent drinking rum with Bikram as he tried to persuade us to get involved in the much talked about 'helicopter scam' that operated in the region.