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Abandoning the scaries of Bokor Mountain

I don’t like scary things. I watched The Mummy when I was a kid and didn’t sleep for a week. Even as an adult, I get nightmares way too often. Just recently, whilst staying at the awesome Tiny Tiger Hostel in Da Lat, Vietnam, I dreamt that a guy leaned over my bed and silently screamed at me, whilst I was…

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The end is in sight

Himalaya guest house and restaurant lies at 2900 metres above sea level, so we were making good progress by the time we arrived. “All national and international trekkers are heartily welcomed in Annapurna Sanctuary. Now, you are in Himalaya Here are two lodges – Himalaya Guesthouse – Himalaya Lodge You are requested to take care of your valuable items as…

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Chickens in Chomrong

The grass out front of our Chuile barn dropped off to reveal an expanse of mountain land, so come sunrise, we were up and out. Wrapped in blankets at the edge of the grass, eyes still partly squint from the sandman’s visit, watching for the golden glow of the sun. It was magical. As the sun rose it began to…

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The barn

We made our way back down from Poon Hill to find Britta, Simon and Manu practising their stick twirling in the courtyard, patiently waiting for our slow asses to turn up. We gathered our stuff, and began. That was the longest, hardest day by far. We trekked to Tadapani, through thick forest, wet trees, and clothe drenching humidity. The views,…

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Poon Hill

I awoke fresh faced before the sun had stirred, as the plan was to hike up the steps from Gorepani to make the famous viewpoint at Poon Hill for sunrise over the Himalayas, naively unaware of the sheer amount of steps I was about to take on. My body was dressed in so many layers to combat the fresh, cold…

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The way to Gorepani

The Jungle Book. That’s the only way to describe the world around me as we made our way to Gorepani. Millet fields waiting to become roxy, lush, dense green jungle, trees emerging from the soil with Tarzan vines covered in moss. The sounds of critters making home in the distance, wailing like singing bowls in their secret crevices, accompanied us…

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Salutations

Waking up in Birethanti was surreal. My 4 trekking buddies and I had shared a room in an empty guesthouse off the quiet trail, drinking fresh ginger tea from Manu’s metal water heater and sharing stories, handstand tips and life lessons. We gathered, come morning, on the large area of grass out front, lined with marijuana plants being tickled by…