After Europe we made our way to Kathmandu, Nepal – via a rather strange overnight in Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emerites (which could be a whole other story).
I remember arriving in Nepal, thirteen years ago, as the day was waning. After collecting our luggage (that would be a big backpack:), it was dark and drizzly. We found a taxi and were suddenly moving through the bustling and chaotic streets of Kathmandu. We were headed towards the Kathmandu Garden House – a place we had the name of from a fellow traveler we met in Africa, and who had no idea of our imminent arrival.
Fortunately they had a room for us, and it turned out to be quite a wonderful spot.
Trekking in Nepal was something I had always wanted to do, and here I was at the start of this grand adventure. I felt spine tingling excitement mixed with a bit of intrepidation.
We planned to spend our first week or so in Kathmandu – waiting out the end of the monsoon season while planning our trek on the Annapurna Circuit – and the cacaphony of sites, sounds and smells was something to get used to. The city was vibrant and alive and at the same time dirty and chaotic.
Despite the chaos of motorcycles, bicycles, cows, and cars and trucks on all of the streets – we spent many hours exploring. Here is just a small glimpse of the sites:
On the fourth day in Kathmandu the rain and the clouds broke, and we got our first glimpse of some mountains
…a reminder of why I came to Nepal: to venture into the countryside and hike among the biggest mountains in the world.
We still had some planning to do, but that is where we were headed.
Stay tuned if you’d like to join me in October when I’ll share some of my photos and stories from our trekking adventure. And thanks for sharing in my walk down memory lane.
Lisa, aka the mountain mermaid