Quite recently, it was a time in my life when mountain-loving colleagues keep coming in my life.
There was my colleague-turned-friend, who used to hike the mountains in the Philippines. Until her legs would no longer bear her on such strenuous activity.
Then there was the colleague-turned-stranger who lit my exit from the Blue Period. The mountain biker, who went on to tour the world. It was this last one – keeping to the rule of threes – who finally pushed me to Annapurna.
I had never really done multi-day trekking before. And I don’t think I would have done it, if I hadn’t learned to go for something first, and work out how later the year before. So I did that again with Annapurna – I thought it was now or never, and I’d figure out how later.
Once again, it was an epic trip. I went in one person and came home another, levelling up again.
Why did I trek in the monsoon?
No mysterious reason. It was a time that my job could spare me, and it was the warmest time in the year.
But the outcome of that decision was the chance to glimpse Annapurna as she is in her abundant summer glory – the overflowing life, and magical mists.
So here is my 10-part series describing to you those things of Annapurna that a non-trekker like me remembers from her senses. All through to the Base Camp, all through the monsoon, and back down again.
My efforts to try and dampen my knee problems the previous night seemed to do some good. They held me up a little better in the morning. I would need them to hold me up all the way down to...
The day dawned free from rain, so I went for a walk around the base camp before breakfast. The rising sun shone gently over the alpine plateau of Annapurna, waking its green summer colour. The clouds remained about the tips...
It dawned foggy and cold, on the day we aimed to reach Annapurna Base Camp. There was no mercy from Annapurna. It was still drizzling. The monsoon was unrelenting. In no particular good humour, I wearily prepared my things and...