Friday, December 19, 2008
Day One....Slaughter Of The Soul
Back in Japan after a pretty extreme month out on the road. Well, I set out to reach the foot of Everest by doing so overland from Kathmandu. The majority of trekkers and mountaineers opt to fly in half the way to the notorious tilted landing strip of Lukla, so I was pretty much the only "tourist" on the bus. The first stretch is done by a local 12 hour bus ride on winding roads to a small trading station called Jiri. Then from there an about 11 day hike (for me) to either the base camp of Mt. Everest or KalaPatar which is the best view point of the tallest peak in the world. It was early hours still at the grim bus station just outside the capital and I just managed to get me a ticket for the ride up North. A general depressive mood was in the air and when the butcher with a couple of strong blows hacked off the head of this goat I was standing beside, I knew it was time to leave urban society for a more solitude environment for a while. I just remembered that I felt everything was pretty fucked up at that moment. Proved to be a hard and testing time in the Himalayas and every moment, every step on the rugged paths was a reminder that life back at sea level is pretty "safe".