When some friends announced their upcoming months long trip to Nepal, I was immediately transported back to its colourful streets clouded with incense. As soon as I arrived home, I browsed through my photo collection to relive my Nepalese journey. I could almost feel the fresh mountain air filling up my lungs and hear a distant “Ohm-ing”. I thought about the captivating myths and stories on super natural beings and Buddhist/Hindu gods.
Originally, Nepal wasn’t my destination of choice, if it was up to me, I would have chosen to dance samba and drink caipirinhas in Rio, but I was expected on the other side of the world, so I put my wish on hold. I wasn’t particularly psyched to explore Nepal, it was the exact opposite of what I was craving; passion, beaches and loud uplifting music. Despite having heard only great things about the “roof of the world”, I expected to be bored with all that peace and serenity -sometimes I wonder who the hell I was…
I never regretted going to Nepal, it was a destination that surprised me in many ways. Looking back at the pictures now, I start dreaming of going back. I’ve seen most of the attractions, so I’d just go back to… BE. I should only be so lucky to catch a whiff of that pure, crisp air!
Is Nepal on your wish list or are you indifferent? If you’ve been, what did you think?