Chapter 100 : Day 2 of my journey to Annapurna Base Camp
Chhomrong to Bamboo It was 4 in the morning when I peeled myself out of bed. Outside our window, the mountains greeted us like God descending from the skies. The mighty Annapurna stood tall and silent, draped in early mist. Machapuchare, the sacred fish-tail mountain shimmered, mysterious and untouched, as though it was sculpted by moonlight itself. Our room had an unbroken view of it, as if nature herself wanted us to remember this moment forever. By sunrise, our duffel bags were zipped and ready for the porters. I packed light, carrying only what I needed on my back. This journey after all, requires shedding of all that was unnecessary, physical and emotional. The trail from Chhomrong to Bamboo is a dance of ups and downs. Not the brutal kind like yesterday's pure ascent into madness, but more of a winding waltz. My legs began to understand the rhythm. We crossed another suspension bridge, this one shorter and somehow less intimidating. I even found the courage...