Day 6: The loneliest people I met in the Himalaya were not the people living there.
It was strange to realize this on a remote trail, far from comfort, internet, easy roads, and normal life.
Ghunsa to Khambachen. The sky was cloudy, world was painted grey.
Rain slowly turned into light snow.
We crossed paths with two trekkers I had already met before in Gyabla. The guides talked, but we tourists stayed silent.
Awkward.
I did not know what to say. “They are two, they could start talking,” I thought. Maybe they felt similar about me.
Lunch was in a tiny tea shop. Nothing looked easy there. A couple prepared food in a mini kitchen. And yet they made one of the best dal bhats of the trek.
Nepal can surprise you in so many different ways.
In Khambachen two other tourists were in the lodge. Again, almost no talking. I asked a few things, but the conversation never really started.
Nepalis were the opposite.
Prashan and Laxman talking about life with the owners. Everyone was laughing. I joined that easily. Then therr was music and dancing.
I keep seeing this in Nepal. People may have very little, but connect easily.
With other trekkers, it is sometimes different.
We walk the same trail, sleep in the same lodges, share the same uncertainty — and still, often a wall stays between us.
Maybe it's tiredness, altitude, shyness. Maybe everyone is protecting their own little world, looking for silence in the mountains. Or maybe we are so used to moving through life inside private bubbles that even the Himalaya cannot always break them.
I am not judging. I also stepped back when I did not feel much openness.
But it made me think.
I went to Nepal for mountains.
But again and again, what stays with me are people: those who open space for others, and those who don’t know how to — me included.
Maybe remote places do not only show us landscapes.
Maybe they show us how available we are to each other.
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