I went trekking in the Annapurna region in March. The weather was brilliant, the sky clear and beautiful, but cold.
We arranged the whole thing through a hotel in Kathmandu, including rafting on the Trisuli river, an elephant safari at Chitwan, and the trek, and all travel and accommodation - and knew we got ripped off but didn’t mind - that ripoff only constituted a few dollars - Nepal is cheap cheap cheap.
My party of six had a guide and two sherpas, who were, IMO, redundant, and I was a trifle embarrassed by their presence. But it gave them employment.
I carried my own stuff - 13kg - and we could have made our way on our own with a simple map. The only time I was grateful for the guide was for arranging accommodation, which would have been a pain in the ass doing it ourselves.
Definitely needed a down jacket, and definitely needed a down sleeping bag, and gloves, and a hat. And a flashlight. Don’t bank on washing too much either - just bring a few days’ worth of spare underwear and some warm evening clothes. Firewood is scarce and a hot shower is a serious luxury.
The “tea house” accommodation was often a platform in a barn-like structure. There’s no heating in the villages, nor lighting.
The higher the altitude the more the pizzas tasted of dirt.
Yes, pizzas. If you’re worried about authenticity, believe me, dhal bat is OK once, but you don’t want to eat it every day. The beer was good too!
You’ll feel like a fat overprivileged foreign bastard as you puff up the mountainside and get overtaken on your trek by a little old lady wearing flip-flops, with a keg of Guinness on her head.
But it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done.
And the sunrise over the Annapurna range from Poon Hill is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.
ETA: if you see a mule train approaching, get the hell out of the way. Those little buggers are stubborn and solid, and will happily push you over the edge of a cliff or squish you against a cliff wall as they pass.