Friday, December 14, 2012
I remember, certain stretches while I was walking with Onchu Sherpa, all I could hear was the soft (but cold) wind against my ears, our foot-steps on the lonely sandy path of a barren land, water running deep down in the half frozen valley and my very own breathing. It was quite difficult to even stride, step by step by (endless) step. But the view was just magnificent!
To think of it, it wasn't really the destination. It was the journey with my great friends I treasure most. I certainly don't mind doing it again.