Monika TwarogowskaKanchenjunga Trek Day 1: Towards an unknown wildernesses| from Sekathum to Lamatar
The first shock was my backpack.
Not when it was standing on the ground. There, it looked innocent, quite compact and even attractive. But when I lifted it, turned it, and felt it land on my shoulders, one very clear thought came to me for the first time:
I will carry this for hours. Today, and again tomorrow, and the day after.
The straps pressed the skin. The hip belt squeezed my belly (no six pack anymore). Oh, the weight was suddenly very real. Why I wanted to carry all my things this time, I asked my self.
It was still smaller and much lighter than Prashant and Laxman backpacks. So what did they carry? Hm...I had an idea that we would sleep three nights in a tent. To see the stars, feel the mountains even closer, and experience nature even more. So their backpacks were filled with all the camping gear and additional food. Sorry guys... I could not have known what was waiting for us in the upcoming days.
We started walking.
The trail followed the Ghunsa River. It was narrow so we moved one after another. Sometimes it almost disappeared due to landslides. Other times, it turned into a stone staircase.
There was no one but us, no noise, no rush. Just the sound of the river, the views on the valley, and happiness of knowing: This is exactly where I want to be.
After the preparations, flights, the jeeps, the bumpy road, the dust, and, above all, the waiting, my trek had finally begun.
The backpack was heavy.
But the mind became light.
#Kanchenjunga #KanchenjungaTrek #NepalTrekking #Himalaya #EasternNepal #AdventureDiary #TrekkingLife #MountainJourney #TravelStory
The first shock was my backpack.
Not when it was standing on the ground. There, it looked innocent, quite compact and even attractive. But when I lifted it, turned it, and felt it land on my shoulders, one very clear thought came to me for the first time:
I will carry this for hours. Today, and again tomorrow, and the day after.
The straps pressed the skin. The hip belt squeezed my belly (no six pack anymore). Oh, the weight was suddenly very real. Why I wanted to carry all my things this time, I asked my self.
It was still smaller and much lighter than Prashant and Laxman backpacks. So what did they carry? Hm...I had an idea that we would sleep three nights in a tent. To see the stars, feel the mountains even closer, and experience nature even more. So their backpacks were filled with all the camping gear and additional food. Sorry guys... I could not have known what was waiting for us in the upcoming days.
We started walking.
The trail followed the Ghunsa River. It was narrow so we moved one after another. Sometimes it almost disappeared due to landslides. Other times, it turned into a stone staircase.
There was no one but us, no noise, no rush. Just the sound of the river, the views on the valley, and happiness of knowing: This is exactly where I want to be.
After the preparations, flights, the jeeps, the bumpy road, the dust, and, above all, the waiting, my trek had finally begun.
The backpack was heavy.
But the mind became light.
#Kanchenjunga #KanchenjungaTrek #NepalTrekking #Himalaya #EasternNepal #AdventureDiary #TrekkingLife #MountainJourney #TravelStory
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