I Travelled 504 Hours, Up To 4500m In Nepal

Mid March 2018. Nothing of what I read prepared me for what Nepal actually was...

Landing in Kathmandu, the busy and dusty capital, I was instantly thrown in the late commuters traffic jam. Colors, smells, movements, prayer flags and flashing lights. Everyone told me they hate the city, but I fell in love with the deeply hidden harmony inside chaos. Got out of Thamel, walked roads without cement, without pavements or directions. Visited local markets, unknown temples, cafes where people looked at me with pity as if I was lost. But not all that wonder are lost... In fact, sometimes getting lost is the only way to find yourself.

But of all the places I was in Nepal, the Himalaya mountains deeply moved me. There is an indescribable energy force you feel when you get there. I always had the feeling I was walking on the back of a giant sleeping creature that could awaken should I irritate it. So I walked with respect, slowly and quietly, keeping a humble attitude in the embrace of the massive peaks around me. The local children's laughter echoed as tourists greeted them with "Namaste". The White Seti River murmured old secrets with the wisdom and patience only Nature can show us. The wind caressed the tree leaves, the naked rocks, then my face as if to tell me everything will be alright. We are all minute in the Himalaya. Our troubles end where our challenge surviving the steep climbs starts. Out of breath, dizzy, with heavy legs, yet full of life. Alive, in pain, full of hope - this is how the Himalayas left me. For a little while I lost myself there. But now that I'm back in "real life" why do I have the feeling that somehow the Seti river is calling me back?

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