Wednesday May 13th (my father died 6 years ago on this day)
Thamel (touristy downtown area in Kathmandu) is a good transition to the “real” world, or better: The world and the life I am accustomed to. I am so, ever so, grateful that I got a chance to take a small glimpse, a tiny, tiny taste of the “real” world of the Nepali people in the Himalayas!!!!
I am also forever grateful to Gita and Larry – without them I wouldn’t have had the idea on my own to go trekking (where is my bike?), besides that we were an absolute great team throughout the whole time. I found space when I needed it, support when I was in need for it, a great deal of laughter and moments of closeness and tears. Our moods often resembled the ups and downs of the Himalaya and we all had the mental capacity to deal…..We kept up with each other in our physical abilities and felt comfortable enough to complain about our little “auwees” (or our big ones) during four weeks of every day trekking (OK, one day of rest) – having covered about 250 miles, some in 5500m =18000 feet, some of that almost vertically up and down, falling down in the mud, stinky, sweaty, freezing………….all of it!!!
This was the most beautiful, challenging and adventurous trip in my life!
In two days a plane will take me into the arms of my beloved husband Coby and my lovely daughter Nora, who’s love and support I felt in every step on this trip.
Namaste
