It took me quite a while to get here. Years, actually. This is how it happened.

We went back to Tevel’s Big House in Kathmandu for a short summary-seminar. We even stayed there another night after the seminar’s ended, just because they let us, and we wanted to hold on a little bit more. Eventually, it was over, and we (Begam, Shaked & I, together with a few of the other volunteers) went back to the Thamel, waiting for our flight to India that was due a few days later…. Read More

At some point, the conversation topic became dancing. It all ended up with three Israelis dancing Resam Phiriri, and a bunch of Nepali teenagers dancing Macarena for the first time in their lives. Now that’s what I call cultural exchange.

What’s your name? Mero nam Tom ho. It means ‘innocence’ in Hebrew.
The gathering is having a dispersed-but-well-mannered discussion. At its conclusion I am named Asale, which means… innocence in Nepali. So… Mero nam Asale ho.

Red Planet Hotel. I go up the stairway after an exhausting eight-hour ride. I knock on their door, and being greeted by a lovely girl. Her name is Anna. They’re not here at the moment, Begam and Shaked. She’s Czech, she met them while trekking. I met them later that day, along with the rest of their trekking group – Czech Jan, Tomasz and George, and British Simon. They’re really nice, but I… Read More

Freedom Cafe’s jamming stage is run by Tomas, a German guy that likes to spend his time standing on stage while he’s really high, and recite meaningless sentences while the band is playing. When I asked him how did he get to this point in his life, he slowly responded ‘It’s all part of my mission… Freedom!’.

Pokhara is precisely what one needs after a long trek – a lake, calmness, beautiful landscape, good restaurants, pubs, fruit juices, fresh vegetables and fruits (pineapple!), steaks and mainly lots of rest. Cows and buffalos stroll along Pokhara’s lakeshore, and the locals wash their clothes (as they do in any other water source in Nepal). While walking along the lakeshore, we’ve discovered a restaurant-bar called Freedom Cafe. True to its name, the… Read More

Just imagine climbing a steep path in complete darkness while the terrain is slippery, because it’s full of snow and ice that hasn’t melted yet. I’ve never imagined it’s possible to be so cold. It’s literally freezing cold – my fingers are actually frozen, and frozen fingers is painful, apparently.

I’ve been walking in the rain for a few hours. Just before arriving in Timang (2700m) for lunch, the rain stops. Suddenly, the real, snowy mountains finally surround me.

Just before sunset, a snowy peak apperas above the horizon, peeking between the mountains. ‘Milan, which peak is it?’, we ask our Nepali porter. He looks back at us, wonder and amusement painted on his face and resembled in his voice – ‘That one? That thing? It doesn’t have a name, it’s only a small hill! no more than 3500m’.
Oh. That’s All.