Day 14: Pokhara to Kathmandu – The Day of Ambulance Ride

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. I woke up with engorged eyes, buffed knee, and a horrible feeling in my gut. Belal had already advised me that I shouldn’t tell them back home (namely mom and Khaled) about my knee, when I called mom this morning to say hello, she kept asking about who fell because she could “sense” something was wrong! Mom is spooky that…

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Day 13: Jhinu to Pokhara The Day of the Injured Knee, Mule Ride, & Pre-Historic Jeep

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. If there’s one regret I have in this entire trip, it’s not being able to walk the last 10 steps of the hike! I was really looking forward to that feeling: “The Accomplishment”. Feeling that I did it, I finished the whole hike. All the pain, agony and trouble finally finished and done, what’s left is the afterglow and the…

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Day 12: Senua to Jhinu – The Day of Hot Springs & Birthday Party

Just as I expected… waking up to sunrise on the mountains in our room was priceless. I was riveted for a whole 20 minutes watching the changing colors of the dawn while propped up on the bed snuggling in my orange sleeping bag, wishing that I had a hot cup of anything, surrounded by the soft breathing of Maha & Effat, the distant snoring of someone in the lodge, and the shy voices of locals as they start their day. I took a walk just before my…

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Day 11: ABC to Senwa- the day of the descent & 23 km hike

I got up very early from bed, even before 5 am, there was a lot of commotion outside and people talking, laughing and shouting. Once out, I saw over 30 people (some in shorts and tank tops, majority in very light clothing) warming up and stretching. As I was told by Eric & Julian from Canada, they are running down around 15 KM back to Bamboo, where they will have breakfast, and then continue on with their hike. I loved that! The idea seemed almost…

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Day 10: Duerali to ABC – The Day we Reached the Top

“Oh Sh*t, get up” I thought as vision returned, Belal, Maha & Dr. Ramzi faces slowly coming into focus as if fading in from a whole white screen. “Get up, get up get up” urged my inner voice as I tried to get up mumbling I’m OK while they insisted that I keep laying down. Hyper-ventilating, trembling and dry-mouthed as I lay on an ice cold rock surrounded by snowy meadows and white peaks, my sweat started to cool down under the sub-zero winds over…

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Day 9: Bamboo to Durali – The Day Above the Tree Line & Beyond Personal Prejudice

DAY 8 still: Through paper thin walls you could hear the hushed conversations in the late night three rooms down in each side. In the most distant room, Belal is reading Quran. Although I can’t make which Soura it is, but the mere lilt of tajweed soothes my soul and calms my nerves. I haven’t heard Quran or Athan since we came here. Some where closer on the other end, there’s a conversation going with the occasional raised voice where you could know what it is about,…

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Day 8: Chhomrong to Bamboo – The Day of the Helicopter & People’s True Colors

This entry has been modified from the original diary that was written during the trip. You’d wonder, does it take a week to see through who people really are, or is it the accident with Muna that forced some to shed the filter they used for their words and actions before they are out? Or was the hidden fear and stress that invokes the primal reflexes rather than the tamed more civil demeanor. I guess I would never know. But if there was a favorite…

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Day 7: Tadopani to Chhomrong – The day Muna Broke her Arm

Despite the cold morning, everyone is up and about early, hanging around chatting, chasing chicken, or just basking in the morning sun trying to catch some warmth. It is without a doubt the coldest night to day (later, there were much much colder nights). I would imagine this to be in a Scandinavian country: green meadows around us, wooden tables and chairs on the small lodge stone patio, red checkers table covers, jars of honey and jam passed around to be spread on crunchy toast, and…

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Day 6: Ghorepani to Tatopani – The day of Rainy Forest & Nostalgia

This is a day that I will look back at, and wish to relive again and again. There’s nothing superlative about the day, wasn’t the most difficult, wasn’t the easiest, wasn’t the most fun I’ve had, nor the happiest nor the saddest. It was just the day that I would chose to relive if I had to. The start of the day was brutal to say the least. Hiking started at 4 am, well before the sun was up. We were hiking up to Pool…



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Day 5: Tikhedhunga to Ghorepani – The Day of the Enchanted Forest

I woke up around 5 am, it was still dark outside, cold, and the warmth of the sleeping was way too enticing to let go of. Other than a distant rooster, and the snoring of a close by tired trekker, there wasn’t a sound to be heard. I felt that my breathing is too loud and might wake the whole lodge. I took a walk around hoping to ease the congested bowels with no luck. As it turns out, the majority are constipated (maybe its…

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