It's early in Hemis Shukpachen. I imagine that I smell freshly baked bread, even though I know that there will be all sorts of delicacies for breakfast, but definitely not freshly baked bread. The morning is beautiful. The flowers on the roof smell fresh and green. A bird whistles somewhere. Beep beep beep. …
Baby Trek 2 - River deep, Mountain high
When I wake up, which feels like rising from a deep, muddy swamp, I hear my grandfather's murmured songs. With a dazed head, I slip into my clothes and, out of habit, check my iPhone for messages, but in vain, of course, because there is no internet reception in this remote area. Very good! That's what it's called - when...
Baby Trek 1 – Dead mute World
This morning the sky is a sea of the bluest blue. A very welcome greeting on this special morning (which is actually not that special at all, after all it's just the first stage of the baby trek). Nevertheless, I am immediately wide awake because, despite the baby, I have a strenuous task ahead of me. At least we are high enough...