…and I must go’. John Muir
3 weeks to go! Oh my goodness, I can’t quite believe it.
In 2 weeks we will be having our second annual Nepal reunion. Back in Wales, back with the gang. I can’t wait to see everyone again. And with that, all the emotions of Everest come rolling back.
I can’t help but look through my photos. Re-living every moment and transporting myself back in time.
What an amazing trip it was?
I miss scenery, that sound of running water, the white zig-zags in the distance silhouetted against a blinding sun. How many times does one have to apply sunscreen? Walking clockwise around each stupa, spinning the prayer wheels as you go. The smiles, the teeth. The songs, the endless nights of card games and chatter, sitting around the dying embers of yak poo fire. The chills as you pick your way through the star studded darkness back to your ‘warm’ sleeping bags. Then falling asleep, like no sleep has ever been slept before. Then up up up. The numbness and tingling that comes with trying to battle the altitude. Lemon Ginger Honey Tea. Our staple diet. My scarf. My amazing warm, multicoloured yak wool scarf. I can’t wait to wear it again. It even smells like the mountains. Crisp, clean, clear.
I have felt that way once in Scotland, at the top of Ben An. The Jewel of the Trossachs. Imagine my disappointment at having left my camera behind in the car on one of the most beautiful and rare sunny Scottish days. Your view takes you, it seems, across the whole of Scotland, to the ends of the earth.
I can’t wait to get that feeling again.
I know in my heart, I will have to go back to the Himalayas. That nothing else compares. That everything else pales in comparison, but I also know there are other adventures to be had.
I’ve made a Bucket List. A before 30 Bucket List. It’s secret just now, but as I tick things off I’m sure I’ll share it with you. And Peru? Well Peru was top of the list.
So here goes, the beginning of the Bucket List.
Machu Picchu.
What more can I say?
Tiny Indian Girl Up A Mountain 