Nine days i walked. Solo trekking through the vast Himalayas is baptism by fire. My continuance was with the good graces of the locals to help me along. I made many new friends, some human, some not. The Nepalese are intact with purpose, their untouched by time traditions hold onto its artistic sensibility. Every bend of the trek awaited a little slice of life. A story all on its own. A porter slightly younger than me carrying a load twice his size. Women collecting bamboo. Sherpas herding Yaks. Lives lived. Being lived. Caught for a second. A fleeting moment. Then gone. Nine days i got up to see what unparalleled beauty was around the next bend, this trip was more about that. Much more. In the end, I trudged wearily to base camp early that morning after inadequate rest and sat there in silence for a good 20 minutes. And was rewarded with a shift in perspective. My world is now seen through a new set of eyes thanks to these Nepalese folks. Life starts from here. From now on is the good part.
