My 2011 Manaslu Expedition finished yesterday; I hope that the hole it left in my heart will stop growing, too, now that I’m back in Kathmandu. At the moment every move I make hurts; every thought that crosses my mind – hurts, and it hurts – almost unbearably – to see in the mirror the face I had only been catching glimpses of in my team mates’ sunglasses for the past 40 days. These 40 days have taught me a lot, and now I can’t help but wonder what to do with this newly-acquired knowledge about myself and others; it is crushing me…
As promised, I will share some of the stories from the mountain with my readers; they will be published here in three instalments – The Trek, The Climb and The Descent – over the next few days. I hope that my blog’s regular visitors find them interesting enough to excuse my long absence.
Love,
Mila
This experience will certainly lead to the reinvention of who you are with new eyes and unique wisdom.
Thank you for commenting, Carl! I certainly hope you are right: the expedition was a tough experience in more ways than one, and I feel like it has, indeed, changed me – for the better, I’d like to think :).
Looking forward to the stories…glad you made it back safe.
Thank you, it’s good to be back here! I’ll post the first installment within the next couple of days; hope you find it interesting.