I know I am a horrible dancer. Actually it would be wrong to associate the word “dancer” referring positively in the same sentence that talks about me. I can’t dance, plain and simple. But I really wanna learn the art. What you see in these photos is not me dancing but just posing for the camera. When I saw these photos for the first time on my camera’s LCD panel I was pleasantly surprised. It seemed as if I was dancing. Continue reading
20 October (Timbu): A few minutes after we left the village of Keyul and Maya the girl behind, we came across a suspension bridge over Melamchi khola that we didn’t have to cross. But we wanted go over it. The first sight of the bridge reminded me of Wanda Vivequin and the amazing bridge over a stream in Nar village of Manang district. During last years Nar Phu trek, we crossed a bridge or Chamjong to go to Nar region from Phu region. I was terrified to walk from over that bridge. Wanda encouraged me by saying this: “You must do at least one thing daily that scares you.” Continue reading
