A Prayer for Nepal

I lifted my bag and went outside Tribhuvan Airport in Kathmandu, chilly night air gently caressing my skin which usually exposed only to tropical weather. I saw many people outside, either waiting for the arrival for their loved one, or to pick up a tourist like me. I found my pickup car which I’ve booked before, then I was on my way to the hostel.
Dusty and old and romantic; that was my first impression of Nepal.
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The Silence in Snow

I was on 4950 m asl on my way to Gorakh Shep, in the middle of Everest Base Camp trek when I realize that I was completely alone. My guide, Pasang, was staying behind; he met with a friend and wanted to talk for a while, and he knew he could caught up to me really quick. There I saw whites and ice and beautiful mountain, and it was beautiful and all I could hear was the wind blowing and cut my face cold. I walked and walked, stabbing snow with my trekking pole, inhaling the freezing air and set my eyes on everywhere, like a hungry beast I feel the greed to capture everything, the beauty surrounding me. Suddenly I felt a bit dizzy and I sat down on the ground, the small area which the snow has melted. Continue reading “The Silence in Snow”