so here i am.
made it, safe and sound. feeling quite positive, completing my third trek, and the fact each of them had a different flavor.
this time i had the first three days alone. these days were some of my favorite. pace, my own. stopping, at my whim. it really relaxed me, having not to negotiate with others. a freedom that ended with the meeting of others. i enjoyed the relating and walking, but i think that the walk alone really spoke to me, and someday in the near future i plan to extend that time.
so, after a few days of walking on my own, i came to a branch in the road. one way, a nice flat walk, the other, straight up. thinking that up could be the only answer, i began. wrong. i stood, waiting for someone to come along to ask, as i did not want to lose the elevation that i had just gained. after only 20 minutes, a group of porters came through and pointed me right.
because of this, i met the first to join me. shlogo, a young israeli on his after-service travel. a very nice guy, with many insights into israeli culture, and a bit of a different take. and just to get this out of the way: i kept pace, old 39-me. ha.
the next to join were barbra, a dutch girl from goa and fran, british. both were good fun, and so we all ended up finishing the walk together. and i get to use some of their photos, as i made a point to be less behind the lens for this experience. and besides, i didn't want to carry the camera.
pictures:
videos:
made it, safe and sound. feeling quite positive, completing my third trek, and the fact each of them had a different flavor.
this time i had the first three days alone. these days were some of my favorite. pace, my own. stopping, at my whim. it really relaxed me, having not to negotiate with others. a freedom that ended with the meeting of others. i enjoyed the relating and walking, but i think that the walk alone really spoke to me, and someday in the near future i plan to extend that time.
so, after a few days of walking on my own, i came to a branch in the road. one way, a nice flat walk, the other, straight up. thinking that up could be the only answer, i began. wrong. i stood, waiting for someone to come along to ask, as i did not want to lose the elevation that i had just gained. after only 20 minutes, a group of porters came through and pointed me right.
because of this, i met the first to join me. shlogo, a young israeli on his after-service travel. a very nice guy, with many insights into israeli culture, and a bit of a different take. and just to get this out of the way: i kept pace, old 39-me. ha.
the next to join were barbra, a dutch girl from goa and fran, british. both were good fun, and so we all ended up finishing the walk together. and i get to use some of their photos, as i made a point to be less behind the lens for this experience. and besides, i didn't want to carry the camera.
pictures:
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| lodge life |
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| break joy |
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| who me, hobbit? |
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| zen rock snow garden |
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| staring down a past fury |
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| what i look like walking |
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| khem and shlogo |
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| victory |
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| panarific 1 |
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| panarific 2 |
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| don't look at the hand, rather, the boot. |
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| pre-hot spring |
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| just reward: hot spring |
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| the ladies |
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| mutton birani? or just cute? |
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| smile |
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| at the end |
videos:
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| hello for now |
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