Somewhere in between March and April I hit rock bottom and thought I wouldn’t gain much from this. There were a lot of big question marks hanging around my neck. But that’s when you strike the rock and the water comes out.
This is my tribute to these bunch of friendly fellows who always put up a smile on their face no matter. Their humble yet resilient character has been a rock for the success of climbers in the Himalayas for decades.
In search of the highest summits of the world, I stumbled across a little-known state at least outside of the USA, Colorado.
The only word that came to my mouth was “wow”, “wow”, “wow”, “wow”, “wow”…until I was rendered speechless.
Through the narrow mountain trails of Nepal up in the Himalayas to the Everest Base Camp, a solo backpacking trip in deeply religious Georgia, a few days in sizzling hot Abu Dhabi, a short transit tour through the island country of Sri Lanka on my way to the land of Unity in Diversity, India.
Late September last year, I ventured out to the highlands of Ladakh in Jammu & Kashmir. I made a journey from Delhi to Leh and back. The goal of the trip was to traverse some of the high Himalayan Mountains of India in the Ladakh region.
I hit the wall, leaving me behind the running pack. Maybe I didn’t train hard enough, maybe I wasn’t ready.