Having not posted in a while I’m not sure how to title this other than “Maui has my heart for many reasons including this”. I hope that everyone is doing very well! and that thanksgiving is full of friends and lots of love. .
I’m writing to you from a train headed from Santa Barbara to San Diego, if anyone wants to catch a surf this Friday, get in touch! .
After 9 hours on the trail the previous day, we left Bupsa after breakfast on November 7th. This time, the trail was all the way down ⬇️, but it was like descending an endless staircase made of uneven stones and frequently traversed by small waterfalls 💦 which made it slippery. Eventually we reached Andheri, after 5 hours walking non stop. After a lunch of dal bhat 🍚🍲 (rice with lentil soup and vegetables) we patiently waited for a jeep 🚙 to leave for Salleri, our next destination.
At 3 p.m. the jeep left, with 3 Nepalis, Pasang and myself. At that moment I did not imagine that I was going to get the bumpiest ride of my whole life 😱😱😱!!!. The road was in fact a path full of holes and stones, first going endlessly up the mountain, and then endlessly down. The jeep lifted clouds of dust most of the time, and the windshield and mirrors were so full of it, that I wondered how the driver saw anything. I would not envy the driver’s job, negotiating all that crap day in and day out, but he seemed to enjoy it. He animatedly chatted with the jeep passengers 🤷🏽♂️, happily greeted the drivers of other jeeps 🚙 that crossed our way and the people in the villages we passed through 🏡. This, while at the same time responding to the calls he received on his mobile 📱, adjusting the volume of the music 🎶 and manoeuvring the gear lever. And, through all this multi-tasking, he managed to get us safe in Salleri (or was it Buddha, whose image was next to the windshield 🤔?), which we reached after 4 shaky hours, when it was already dark 🌚.
Salleri, about the size of Lukla but without the hordes of trekkers, received us full of light 💡: it was the Tihar festival (the festival of lights, equivalent of Diwali in India) and all the houses were decorated with lights, a rangoli in front of each door, and candles 🕯 lighting the path to the inside.
This is all I would see of Salleri, as the next day the jeep to Kathmandu was leaving at 5 a.m. 😴.
Hard to imagine a more perfect way to have the sun set on my 34th year than by camping on a secluded island off the coast of Tanzania. Eternally grateful to have spent the weekend with @hanmetcalfe , @k.a.t.h.i_a , and @gristiano12 rediscovering the joys of #placesunknown .
To road trip. The open expanse in front of you. So many options. Each choice dictates your destiny. Allows you to explore places unknown. Shows you the majesty of a diamond filled sky or the brilliance of a sunset heightened by the pink rocks surrounding you. Exposes your fears, brought about by landscapes you would have never guessed. Brings about a joy so pure as it strips away the need to be something, be anything, other than you.