You always leave with a laughing eye and a crying eye. (Proverb, author unknown) The leaden end How should one spend the last day? Do the crazy, LSD trip-like walk through this crazy city again? Feed your lungs with dirt and exhaust fumes for the last time? Chicken momos for the last time in the beloved restaurant...
The circle has come full circle, I am back in Kathmandu. So bad air again, worst traffic, lungs like a chain smoker. And yet it still feels like a homecoming. A few hours earlier I leave peace behind with Chitwan. Silence. Nature. The place where I felt comfortable. Despite some findings that do not...
From Syabrubesi back to Kathmandu Before the return journey to Kathmandu, the paths of good old friends finally part ways. Some people take a jeep to get around faster, others, less fortunate, like the two of us, take one of those terrible buses that are already standing in front of the various hotels at seven, smoking and roaring. Ready to leave The sleeping bag is...
The rain pounding on the window in the middle of the night doesn't really fit with the ideas I had in mind before the Langtang Trek. Was I mistaken? Should I expect bad weather or even snow on the trek? Kali Gandaki The memories of trekking along the…
The traveler's sleepy eyes open up to the view of the plains of northern India lying far below in the haze. A dry, brown world in the dazzling light of the morning sun, and there, like a glittering greeting - a snake rolling through the plain - the Ganges. The map on the monitor shows Patna 78 kilometers. Memories …