A photodiary from the Annapurna Circuit trek, Nepal
I’m not a religious person but still, I felt the calling to do a pilgrimage. And when you are unable to enclose the divine in anything, unable to pin point where is it, what doctrine, what philosophy is The right one; when there is no temple for the divine in particular – then you are left in the Temple as grand as the Universe itself. So, when I felt this urge inside to go on pilgrimage I knew it is where my heart is nudging me to pay a visit. Here we are. In Himalayas.
I was anticipating and waiting – yet not waiting – for the snowy peaks to finally struck my eyes. I knew the christmas is coming and the santa has some goodies for me, so I enjoyed each passing day watching how the scenery is gradually morphing from the tropical hills to colder and colder climate, as the elevation was higher and higher. I knew I’ll get my prize anyway… But the gift was truly present in each and every moment along the way. I had no destination. No goal.
A village woman. There are still quite a lot of Nepaliese people living a simple life close to the earth. Many would say that it’s a tough life, but they are one of the happiest and peacefull people I came across.
At some point I took a less attented path from the main one leading through a small village. I had a privilege to see the life of people that even today is in many ways a medieval way of living. I was enchanted.
Back again to the main path. There were many celebrations at that time in the villages along the way, and many little rascals interested in everything.
After a few days of trekking I could start to notice a quite pronounced change in wegetation, and at this elevation the air started to be noticeable thinner.
I was truly humbled by the immensity and scale of this monument. All what was arising in me was just pure silence.
End of this chapter. It’s around 5:00 am. Freaking cold at this elevation. Let’s see what’s up there awaiting for exploration…
Up next: Annapurna peaks