Travel

I went back to where it started. This time with Shreyasi, clear winter skies, and lungs that didn't burn. No snow, but clear views. The mountains were the same. I was fitter.

My first Himalayan trek. Unprepared. Unfit. Soaked by monsoon storms. I finished it anyway, and came back wanting more.

A 10-day journey through rhododendron forests, suspension bridges, and high-altitude meadows to stand face-to-face with Kanchenjunga.