High pass on the world no. 1 trekking trail* – Annapurna Circuit
My love for the mountains above their raw, untainted beauty is the space and solace they offer. Without space you cannot see life clearly. Without some solitude you loose yourself. Being high above your life, you can actually commune with life itself. And then – live.
We are now slowly approching Annapurna High Camp and from there – Thorung La Pass which is the highest point on the entire Annapurna Circuit trek.
The path leads now through almost complete wilderness (not counting fellow trekkers and nepalese guides and porters). There are only rocks, ice, and blue sky. All ingredients for happiness.
High Camp. A place that humbled me upon the might of Himalayas. When I was about to sit on one spot surrounded by steep sides, I dropped accidently my camera and a good lens. It took me less than half second to decide to try to catch it quickly and risk also my own life. I don’t know how I grab the camera and balance on that killer steep slope, but I did. That experience was the greatest gift that the entire trip have offered. In those few uncertain seconds I realised how precious actually is this simple, yet usually unnoticed fact that I’m alive – still. In a split second I saw what really matters and what’s important. That was the gift of Himalayas.
4 AM. Finally, a bit more demanding walk. The air is thin enough to force me to breathe deeper and faster.
Thorong La. A desert for life, a garden for spirit.
The highest point of my life so far – 5416m.
A new horizons. Long descend down, down, down. It was not easy to stand up and say ‘farewell’ to this place. The hum of peace is so loud here. But, I can listen to it anywhere. Let’s go…
An evening in Muktinath – village famous as a pigrimage destination and place of many shrines, temples, and monasteries. The night offered me a luxury of rest after a day long descend to about 3000m. My initial plan was involving about a week long trek down to complete the whole annapurna circuit, but being here in Muktinath I felt that it is complete and this is one of the last stops before jumping in to the bus to Pokhara – a larger city of Nepal. The night was beautiful and tinged with sadness. I didn’t expect to see that this village and the other ones down lost much of their charm, mostly because of the newly constructed asphalt road that swept it away with it’s business and noises. It is time to say ‘goodbye’ to my little adventure.
Otherwordly landscapes of a Mustang district. And happy bus with loud nepaliese disco that broke down only once on a road.
In truth there are no words to sum up this himalayan excursion. How can I do that when I couldn’t believe that I was there and still can’t till this moment? But despite of my lack of belief it’s a fact that in many ways I was enlivened by that ephemeral yet undoubtable real experience. It was truly a blessing that I could live and experience my big dream present within me since always.
The ageless crown of the Earth – the Himalayas – are something more than just their surface appearance. It’s a state of being. It’s the experience. And about that nothing can be ever said. Yet it’s impossible not to try. Thank you for taking this journey with me.
* – feel free to disagree 🙂