Berating ourselves for our decision to keep going, we saw more and more snowy peaks, our breath was frosting up.
Finally the next town was in sight and a sigh of relief filled my soul.
We plodded along through pine forests, next to rivers, past locals huddled under overhanging rocks warming themselves by little camp fires.
Staring at us as we trudged along in the cold rain.
I got on the bus alone, but by the time I arrived I had 4 new trekking buddies.
Erica (America), Tomas (Norway), Bob (England) and Marijn (Holland). Together we set off, full of energy, mentally preparing ourselves for the 200km’s we were about to walk together, up to 5416m to cross the Thorong La Pass.
I was perched on a rock next to the river, listening to the water rush past, watching the fireflies light up around me and the night sky light up above me. Breathe in the beautiful life I’m so privileged to lead.
Breathe out all the worries that had been clouding my judgement and weighing me down in my home life.
As we got closer we saw Tomas and Marijn sitting and waiting for us.
We’d lost them on the route so it was a double relief. They were shaking their heads, “Don’t get your hopes up, there are no rooms.” My back screamed in protest.