trekking in Nepal
Mist, Monasteries & Malla Kings: A Day Between Clouds and Gods
Let me start by saying that waking up at 5:30 a.m. in a Buddhist monastery should include a disclaimer: “You may not see the Himalayas. You may, however, see yourself.”The fog, like an indecisive lover, refused to lift. There was no glimpse of snowy peaks, just the stoic stare of low-hanging clouds that looked like they were thinking [...]
Into the Mist: Ghorepani Blues and the Great Poon Hill Tease
It begins, as these days tend to, with the slow violence of an early alarm — 5:30 a.m. A time that belongs to monks, insomniacs, and the tragically ambitious. I am none of the above, and this morning, I politely refuse the call to greatness. Let others chase the sunrise. I’ve already seen the sunset — and it was glorious. The day before, [...]