TweetI 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 [...]
Day 13: Jhinu to Pokhara The Day of the Injured Knee, Mule Ride, & Pre-Historic Jeep
TweetIf 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 [...]
Day 12: Senua to Jhinu – The Day of Hot Springs & Birthday Party
TweetJust 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 [...]
Day 11: ABC to Senwa- the day of the descent & 23 km hike
TweetI 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 [...]
Day 10: Duerali to ABC – The Day we Reached the Top
Tweet“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. [...]
Day 9: Bamboo to Durali – The Day Above the Tree Line & Beyond Personal Prejudice
TweetDAY 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 [...]
Day 8: Chhomrong to Bamboo – The Day of the Helicopter & People’s True Colors
TweetThis 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 [...]
Day 7: Tadopani to Chhomrong – The day Muna Broke her Arm
TweetDespite 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 [...]
Day 6: Ghorepani to Tatopani – The day of Rainy Forest & Nostalgia
TweetThis 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 [...]
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Day 5: Tikhedhunga to Ghorepani – The Day of the Enchanted Forest
TweetI 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 [...]




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