No one can understand us, trekkers, unless you’re one of us. Many may think that what we do is plain stupidity. We need to carry large backpacks, eat food that is foreign to our taste, drink filthy water in desperation, take a bath only after a few days of trekking and the list goes on. Then why trek if it only causes us emotional, physical, and mental strain? Because it’s an addiction. Just like you can’t quit inhaling nicotine, which may lead to illness, or stop gambling that may cause your bankruptcy. It gives us a great sense of achievement, knowing we can push ourselves to the limit because it gives us a different view of the world only a few can see.
A few months ago, Rowjie and I thought of going out of the country for another backpacking adventure. We couldn’t think of anywhere to go. Thanks to this one article by a fellow Pinoy travel blogger that gave us the idea of trekking in Nepal. When we talked about Nepal, the first thing that we thought of was the world’s highest mountain, Everest, and so we planned everything. We even got to encourage a few of our closest friends to join us. After more months of anxiety, training, meetings, and all the preparations, we left our homeland and flew to Kathmandu, Nepal, where our epic adventure began.
The Gateway to the Himalayas
I know no one who had been to Kathmandu or any parts of Nepal reason I had no idea what to expect. Magazines, however, depict Nepal as the melting pot of various cultures, religions, and customs because of the diversity of its inhabitants. But when we arrived, I felt differently; Kathmandu was instead a shock to me. It was far from how magazines describe the country. It’s very humid, crowded, and dusty. Not quite the place you imagine where the great Buddha was born and not even as the gateway to the Himalayas. Because of limited time, we only had a few hours to wander around the city. I thought I could have appreciated the uniqueness of Kathmandu had we spent a little more time knowing it. Travelers should allot more time to understanding the city.
Challenged but not Defeated
We needed to squeeze in all of the activities from a supposed 10-day trek into a stressful one-week because of time constraints. We were told ahead by the guide we thankfully were able to hire that the trek would be much more challenging than usual. But we all shrugged it off and just listened to our hearts that this is what we want, that trekking is already a part of our systems that we couldn’t let go.
The trail leading to the base camp of the Annapurna mountain ranges is far from what we have back in the Philippines—mossy forests, steep terrains, edgy trail. Most of the time, we just climbed up and went down steep but established stairs—no-brainer at first. But as hours went by and as the stairs became stiffer with every step, it dawned on me that this is no ordinary trek, that I am walking toward the tenth highest peak in the whole world. One time I’m swimming in my sweat, the next I’d be colder than ice.
There were moments when I thought of giving up, of just going back to where I started. It never occurred to me that this was also the point when I understood the beauty of Annapurna. If people who I think are less capable than I successfully did this, then why not me? I didn’t let all the struggles I met along the way defeat my goal of setting foot in a place 4,130 meters higher than sea level. Then there was my reward, that is Annapurna and all of the other mountains along with it. Majestic, breathtaking, surprising, and something that I’ve never experienced before.
Lessons as Souvenirs
While trekking, the weight of my bag and all the stuff inside it became a burden that I no longer want to carry. I had to leave a few clothes, make-up, and more things that I don’t need in one of the lodges along the trail. Like in life, you have to let go of some things you think you need when, in reality, they are just mere frills; you have to sacrifice your comfort to enjoy your journey fully; that sometimes simplicity is the highest form of luxury.
I had to walk for an exhausting seven days to see the majesty of Annapurna, even just at its base camp; this gave me the realization that the best things in life aren’t within your reach. You have to work hard for it. You have to experience pain. You have to know the feeling of almost giving up.
Trekking in Annapurna is one of the things that I’d never trade for anything. It is an adventure that made me understand not just the mountain but life and its beauty too.