“How far we can see, where to go, how far and why: these questions are eternal.”
We rode two hours by bus out of Pokhara, then stopped for the trekking permits. You could already feel the mountains and the crisp air. Instead of jeeps, we all rode together in one bigger bus. The porters ate greasy pastries and crisps on the bus. As someone who believes in healthy eating, I watched and wondered.
On the trail
After a bumpy ride on a road that barely existed, in a bus with suspension to match, we reached the start. We walked for ten minutes and took the first break, because it was lunchtime. There were many of us and few cooks, so we had to wait. It was worth it. Fed and fuelled, we were ready to go.
I can’t walk slowly, so I went at my own pace.
“The trail felt a lot like the climb and the forest on La Gomera, in the Canaries.”
After two hours of climbing I reached the halfway stop. While waiting for the others I could look through my photos and enjoy the moment. No mountains, though: the fog was thick.
Night in Tadapani
At night, while I rested in bed for the sunrise, my roommate Ivo went out to take photos. It turns out you can get beautiful shots at night too. Thanks to the cameraman, whose schedule is different and who was in the right place at the right time.