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.

The captain asks the crew to get ready for landing. I take a peak outside, expecting to see the lights of Kathmandu. But wait, where are those lights?

‘Don’t look back, don’t look back’, I kept telling myself while steadily walking towards the security check counters, leaving my parents and best friends behind. Take a deep breath.

400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters – the road signs make sure I’m well prepared for the oncoming easy-to-miss turn, and suddenly the clear sign appears – Yearot Menashe Festival

You can stretch a direct line of recovery, confusion and PTSD from Sunday till Sunday. Look at me, I know what day it is. The driving directions are opposite, I can drink tap water, and the electrical switches that seem turned off are actually turned on, and vice versa.

2015 is not 2013. Some of the shops are closed, the restaurant menus have been stripped down of their usual variety. It surely doesn’t feel like a holiday, and no one even thinks about marching down the streets.

The sounds of the falling rocks merged with the sounds of the earth moving, and in a short while the air was filled with dust and it wasn’t possible to see the mountain on the other side anymore.