Indecision is a Decision

There are so many unknowns in the future. If you choose one, what would be the cost of foregoing the other option? If you do not choose anything at all, would you have missed the opportunity? Or if you decide on one thing, what if a better opportunity comes up?

So many unknowns, so much risks.

However, whether you like it or not, to be able to prosper, to move forward, to grow, you have to make decisions and own up to it. Make a wrong decision, make a right decision, either way, grow and learn. Make adjustments along the way. Change course in the future if necessary or if it is possible.

No matter how significant an information is, if it is no longer timely, it loses its significance.

Failing to decide is already a decision. You are deciding that you do not want what is being offered to you, you are deciding to give another person to be offered the same opportunity, you are deciding to allow the person or persons who are currently giving you an opportunity to look elsewhere. Failing to decide is deciding to thwart your progress. It means you are not willing to take the responsibility of the consequences of your decisions. It means that you would rather let another person or circumstances take control of your life.

The door of opportunity is not always open. When it closes, no matter how hard you knock on it, it might not open again. The key is taking calculated risks. Understand that you can’t win it all at once. Sometimes, you win them little by little. If you fail in one, rise, and make another decision to make things better.

I have never met a successful person who does not know how to decide.

So go ahead, decide, grow.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Thwart

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Word Vomit

So many things have been going through my mind the last couple of days. I wanted to share them because I think they’re valuable but I am a born multi-tasker. Once I sit down and think only of that specific thing, the idea just leaves and then would come back whenever I’m doing the dishes or cooking or practicing playing the piano. It is very frustrating.

I could also be writing down something and then it would just have a life of its own and the point I was originally thinking goes down the drain, never to be found again. This post is an example. I was originally thinking about decision making and men and setting goals and another thing I could not ever remember anymore. I guess I should keep my day job.

Lessons from the Himalayas

It was a random day in January 2017 when I realised that I was bored, that I need more adventures. I googled, “best place to trek” and the top result was the Annapurna Circuit in Nepal. All of a sudden, I know that I needed to go there. I checked the best times to go, how much the ticket would cost, what equipments to buy.

It was not just the thrill and adventure that I was looking for. I wanted to have an adventure with God. I needed to get out of my comfort zone because our need for God becomes very tangible when we are in discomfort. I have always believed that you could only grow outside of your comfort zone. I wanted to have an intimate, unique time with God. I wanted to be closer to Him, literally…5416m closer or 17,769 ft to be exact.

I know that when one is in the midst of nature, it is easier to talk to God, to meditate. I was looking forward to that. I was expecting God to talk to me very clearly, almost like how He did with Moses in the burning bush. Spoiler alert: No burning bush. I did not get what I expected but the lessons I learned on that trip was almost like Moses’ burning bush experience. Ok, I don’t know that but maybe, at least that was how it felt like.

Altitude Sickness

One of the very common signs  or posters all around Nepal is about the AMS or Acute/Altitude Mountain Sickness, there are different kinds but the symptoms are similar. The higher you go in altitude, the thinner the oxygen. Symptoms would be dizziness, headache, nausea, in extreme cases, vomiting.

Some could go to the Everest base camp at 5700m feeling fine but would have AMS when going through the Thorong La Pass in the Annapurna Circuit. There is no specific height wherein you could get Altitude sickness.

Have you tried going up a very high place? A tall building, for example. How do the objects look like when you are up there? Do you see people? Do you hear what they are talking about? When you are at a very high altitude, you feel like you are above everything, and rightly so.

There is a person in the Bible who experienced an Altitude Sickness, *Thin Air-ogance.  He is at the peak of his success. Everything he did was successful. But one time, he is where he is not supposed to be (2Sam. 11: 1). We all know the story. He saw Bathsheba. Bathsheba was a woman, a wife, a person. David was so high up there, all he saw was something he wants to own. Uriah, the husband, the warrior, David’s faithful servant. David only saw an obstacle to his plan. He had him killed, just like that, to get his conquest, to remove the obstacle.

We may not be in the same height that David reached but we might be having the same sickness already. Do you feel like sometimes you are above other people? Do you not see the needs of others? Do you see people as tools to use for your convenience, for your own pleasure? Are you forgetting that they are humans too, they have their own needs and they can get hurt by your actions?

There is no cure for altitude sickness except going down to a comfortable level and acclimatising before going back up again. Are we showing symptoms? We might need to go back down from our mountains of power, mountains of pride, mountains of prejudice, mountains of ego.

On your pace

I did not have enough preparation climbing that level. Palau is at sea level so my body had a very difficult time adjusting to the height. My speed was average when I started the trek. When I got to Upper Pisang, I experienced symptoms of AMS so I had to stay put and acclimatise. That was already my second rest due to health condition. I realised that even if I can, I should not go fast. My body could not handle it.

Going to the Tilicho Lake, one of the world’s highest lakes, the trail was dangerous and hard. I was taking my time because I get tired too fast. While I was resting, a guy came up to me and stopped. Looked at me and asked, “Remember me?” It was my roommate in Kathmandu! He said he will catch up to me on the trail. And, wow, he actually did. I tried to keep up with his pace but it was really too fast for me, I feel like I am draining my energy faster than necessary so I told him to just go ahead because I’m really slow. I found him in the last hotel in the base camp, there are only 3 hotels there. Unfortunately, he would not be able to complete the trek because when he got to the base camp, he was already sick, most probably from exhaustion. I learned an important lesson that day. Go your own pace. Don’t mind other people. You may get to a point faster but might not be able to complete your purpose when you rush.

Everything happens for a reason. 

I had symptoms of altitude sickness in Upper Pisang, right? There are two options, going to Manang, my next stop, through the Lower Pisang or Upper Pisang. In upper Pisang, you would go to a higher route with a more magnificent view of the peaks of the Annapurna mountain. (It is what I came for).

The night that I had to rest, it snowed. It meant a possible slippery trail and the clouds would cover the peaks. The owner of the hostel where I stayed advised me to take the lower route instead. He said it would be faster and I would not be able to see the view anyway. I followed his advise.

While I was walking, I was complaining to God. Why did He make it snow? He knows that I probably would not be coming back to that place ever again and that is my only chance to see that view. I would never know now how that place looked like. I kept walking and after a while, wow, snow! I was able see real, actual snow for the first time in my life. After that, I felt better. However, the shorter distance was not so short after all. I reached a village and I thought it was my final stop. It wasn’t. I still had several kilometers to walk. When I reached the entrance of the real village I was going to, I decided to sit and take a rest. I saw a guy and a lady walking and the guy was looking at me like he recognized me. “Weren’t you the one in the restaurant the other day?” I remembered him. He was the guy who stopped by to drink and we had a little chat while I was just resting in the lodging house.

With him was a Japanese-Canadian lady who would save my life on the harder parts of the trek and who would push me to finish my trek on schedule despite my two days of delay. She taught me that I had to drink Diamox to prevent altitude sickness, when I told her that my ears hurt she told me that I have to cover my ears. She’s a real trekker so she walks a lot faster than I do so she was able to save me a room. If she was not with me, I would have to bargain to sleep in the dining area. God knows best. (Romans 8:28)

The Narrow Trail

The trail was very difficult. I was struggling. I was on my period, it was very windy, I was slow, I was tired. I was crying while I was walking. I prayed to God to make at least the wind to stop. He said no. I had to walk in a very dangerous trail while the wind was so strong. At first, I was ready to go back but I know that I would regret it if I do. I kept telling myself, “Ojhea, before this day ends, if you keep moving, you will be at the base camp.” “Of course there would be struggles, you won’t get to 4800m without a struggle. Do not expect a walk in the park.” “You chose to do this because you were dying of boredom and routine. Routine was easy, this is not a routine. This is something not everyone gets to do, not even those who go through this circuit.”

Also, the lady I was telling you about earlier was already far ahead. If I did not proceed, she would worry and wonder what happened to me. Pretty much like our Christian walk. It is not easy but the rewards are more than worth it. It is easy to go back to our old ways, easy to fall if you don’t hold fast to the truth. The wind could sweep you off your feet. The journey is long and tiring but God would not leave you without hope nor help. And someone is waiting for us at the end of the journey. (Matt. 7:13-14)

On my way back from the lake trip, I was the last on the trail. This time, there was not much wind. It was already past 3pm, and it was starting to get cold because the sun is already at the other side of the mountain. I was once again exhausted. I walk several meters and then rest. Just then, two locals were behind me. One was a guide, another a porter. A lot of people passed me already so I did not want to delay them. However, whenever I rest, they would pass me and then they would rest also. They would wait until I pass them before they start moving again. After about 30 mins of the same thing happening, I was thinking maybe they are just really tired. The guide is a bit advanced in age. Then I stopped walking, took another deep breath. The guide came close to me, probably seeing the exhaustion on my face. He just said, “Look! Bambi.” He pointed to a fawn on the mountains. They were playing, they were cute. I realized he was distracting me from my tiredness. I asked how far do we still have to go. He just kept saying, we’re close. I felt embarrassed because I was so slow. He kept assuring me that it was natural. Not everybody can cope easily with the altitude. Right then and there, I know that he was heaven sent. God may not have made the trail easier for me but he provided me with just enough that I would need. When I was last on the trail, he sent the guide to talk to me, to keep me company, to make me feel safe. Our treks, our adventures here on earth are not easy but God wants to push us higher, higher than the highest human thoughts could reach. He pushes us outside of our comfort zones because that is where the growth is. He puts us in situations that we don’t understand. We go through trails that are too narrow but even if it is so, we would be able to arrive to our destinations safely. He would give us just enough to keep us going. And He will be there, waiting for us and we would be glad that we took that journey with Him.

 

*from Max Lucado’s book, Facing Your Giants

Movie Insight: Joseph The Dreamer

It’s my first time to watch the movie. Thank God for Netflix! If you would read my really old posts from years ago, you would know that Joseph is my Bible inspiration because of an experience I had years ago.

I have already loved the song “You Know Better Than I” since I first heard it and watching Joseph sing it in the movie brought me back to that time when I did not understand what was going on around me, why I had to go through it. Feeling that I deserved better or at least I did not deserve how I was being treated. Nothing makes sense and the future seemed so bleak. The life I had known and built crumpled like a house of cards and I could not do anything about it.

Then I was brought somewhere else. I thought everything would go on smoothly from there. It was only for a time. Then troubles started brewing and I was almost sent home. Once again, I did not know what my future would be. I was not able to eat for a couple of days. Another redemption came.

My life now is better than it was before and everything I went through made sense. All the lessons I learned made me a better person and I even like myself better now.

Indeed, God knows better than I!

Annapurna Circuit Trekking Itinerary

Hello, everyone! I am back from Nepal since November 28. I stopped updating my blog because it has gotten so cold, I think even my brain froze when I was on the mountains. I got requests and inquiries about my trip so I’ll try my best to give as much information as I could.

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Map itinerary recommendation

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I drafted this entry a month ago and finally, I intend to finish it now. I guess I’ll just post the sequence of my trip so you could make your own itinerary should you decide to go. For the costs that I would be mentioning here, RP100=USD1.

I arrived in Kathmandu November 6, around 8 pm. The next day, I went around Thamel to buy some trekking gears like a daypack backpack, trekking poles, etc. Also just to go around Thamel and see what everything is like. The following day, we (me and my roommates) went to the TIMS office to get our trekking permits. It took us about an hour then we went our separate ways. I went to the Kathmandu Durbar Square, a place where temples for different gods are built. I also explored Swayambunath Temple, one of the places where the movie, Dr. Strange was shot. It has lots of monkeys and lots of stairs. I considered it my pre-climb warm up. I went back to Thamel and back to the hostel after that.

The next day, I went to the local bus station to start my trekking journey. The trip from Kathmandu to Bhulbule via local bus was RP650. The trip was almost 10 hours. I slept in Bhulbule, in the Everest Lodging house. Cost of accommodation is RP100 plus the food and water. After that, I basically followed the map recommendation. Except for the Day 8 because I went to Upper Pisang after Chame. Best.Decision.Ever.

The view at Upper Pisang

It snowed the night before I left Upper Pisang and I was advised by the lodge owner to go to Manang via the Lower Pisang route. It is the shorter and easier route. I had an altitude sickness the day before so I decided not to risk it and follow his advise. If you are healthy enough though, the views are better on the higher route, go to Gangapurna and Ngawal.

Acclimatization Trek in Manang

From Manang, we (I did not hike alone from here) did a side trip to the Tilicho Lake. I swear, it is the highlight of the whole Annapurna Circuit! You have to do it. If you can walk fast enough, you would only add a day to your itinerary. Without the sidetrip, the usual would be Manang to Ledar then Ledar to Thorong Phedi the next day. With the sidetrip, you could do Manang to Tilicho Basecamp. The next, Tilicho Basecamp to Tilicho Lake in the morning. Stay on Tilicho Lake for viewpoint for about an hour to acclimatize. Then Tilicho Lake to Shree Karkha in the afternoon and then Shree Karkha to Thorong Phedi the next day. So worth it, I swear!

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From Thorong Phedi, you would have to cross the Thorong La Pass (5416m), the highest point in the circuit. When you are about halfway, look back to the camp. Look around you. That would be the best view you will ever see that day.

The Thorong Phedi-Thorong La-Muktinath walk took me about 11 hours to complete. That’s the reason why guides would insist to their clients that they start around 4 am or even as early as 3 am. You would not want to be walking in the dark. Getting to the pass, a thousand-meter ascent from the camp, is just literally half the journey. Going down to Muktinath is just as long and strenuous.

Trail going to Muktinath

I did not do the full circuit as I did not have enough time. I slept in Muktinath then I rode the jeep to Jomsom. There were seven of us in the jeep and we split the RP5000 cost between us.

The beautiful river in Jomsom

From Jomsom, there’s a bus to Beni. If there were more people and if it was earlier, some buses would have gone straight to Pokhara. It was already late though so we had to ride a taxi from Beni to Pokhara.

The costs would be around RP1000-1500 per day until Chame. It goes up to around RP2000-RP3000 per day after that and a little bit more in the Thorong Phedi because there are only two lodging houses there and another one at the High Camp, another hour walk with probably 200m more elevation. After the Thorong La Pass, the costs would start going down again.

I was told that I am not the best story teller so this is so much effort for me. I hope you guys appreciate it. Climb every mountain, ford every stream, follow every rainbow ’til you find your dream. So original.

 

 

Book Recommendation: The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

If you have ever watched the viral video with the same title, the book is about that but with more content. The chapters in this book are short and very relatable. It is about the author who, at the time of the last lecture and writing of the was terminally ill with pancreatic cancer.

Since I read Robert Fulghum’s books, my perception of death changed. I am no longer afraid of it. I am more scared to think about HOW I would die but not of death. A lot of my decisions and the things I do are usually contemplated with the thought that if I were to die tomorrow, would I want to do whatever it is that’s on hand. Also, if I don’t die tomorrow, would my decision matter, would it make my life better?

Randy Paush in this book did not discuss death, he talked about life, about living, about pursuing dreams, about a lot of things. I believe that the deathbed makes one a philosopher. In the face of death, everything changes.

This book made me feel grateful to be alive and reminds me not to take things for granted, to keep doing what I love, and to keep dreaming. That even with a very limited time, love given is never wasted…and that sometimes, without warning, life or death would give you losing cards with no chance of winning but you can still play it so you don’t lose.

“Time is all you have. And you may find one day that you have less than you think.”

Excerpt From

The Last Lecture

Randy Pausch

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-last-lecture/id699048866?mt=11

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Nepal (Mis)Adventure Days 4 & 5: Syange

I’m currently here in my room, resting. Originally, I should be hiking up north today but I can feel that my body is still adjusting to sudden increase in physical activity and altitude so I decided to give it time to recuperate which I guess is also God’s way of telling me to rest because it’s Sabbath day.

That was my activity from yesterday. I walked a total of 19.1 km. The second half of that took more time than the first half because I was already tired, obviously and because of two of my most dreaded things during a hike: stairs and descents. This trail gave me descending stairs!!!! I literally felt like crying. My thought bubble was: will I ever make it? Where is the next ascent? Where will these stairs end? Halp!

When I got to Ghermu, where most trekkers stay, I decided that I should go to the next village, Syange. I asked for directions froma guy and he said he’s going to Syange too and he has a guest house. He offered to carry one of my backpacks, and thank God he did because guess what…more descending stairs! 😭

He offered me a free stay as long as I eat my meals with them which is fine with me because their meal prices are just the same as my previous lodging in Bhulbule.

When I told him this morning that I will be staying with them for one more day, he offered to take me to the nearby falls. It’s beautiful!

It’s freezing though so we didn’t stay long. Syange is a very peaceful village. I’m glad I stayed an extra day.

This view makes me feel like I am inthe Bible times. This is probably the kind of view that King David was looking at when he wrote the 23rd Psalm.

Nepal (Mis)Adventure Day 3: Bhulbule

To be able to go to the Annapurna Circuit trek, you have to ride a bus to Besisahar or to Bhulbule which is farther into the trek. Some tourists opt to go to Pokhara from Kathmandu because tourist buses only go through that route. Should a hiker choose to do that, he should stay the night in Pokhara and then ride a bus the next day from Pokhara to Besisahar/Bhulbule. So, you would actually waste a day for the sake of comfort.

I chose to ride the local bus and go directly to Besisahar originally. However, the ride took longer than I expected and walking from Besisahar to Bhulbule would take 4 hours. I did not want to risk walking in the dark on my first day so I chose to ride farther.

How does the bus that I was in look like? If you have ever been to Manila or are familiar with the place, you would know the killer buses. No AC, really old, driver drives like crazy, that kind of bus. That’s almost exactly how their local buses here are like.

So today, nothing much happened except the Japanese roommate decided to go ahead, she woke up super early! I woke up at 5:30 am and she wasn’t there anymore. We agreed on it the night before though. So, here I am, trekking alone. There were two people in the bus with me earlier, a Spanish lady and an American guy. We were the only ones who did not have guides.

I checked in immediately upon arriving so that I can relax early and leave early tomorrow as well.

I realized that the signs here are in number of trekking hours and not by kilometric/mile distance like the next village is 1.5 hours. That realization is making me scared because the landlady in this lodge said that my food will be ready in 30 minutes and it’s been more than an hour since and my food is still not here. I plan to walk the 5-hour destination tomorrow. How long would it possibly be in real life?

Nepal (Mis)Adventure Day 2: Kathmandu (Rated SPG)

I need to hit the sack soonest because tomorrow early morning, I will be traveling to Besisahar so I need to wake up at 5:30 am. Tomorrow is the day, everyone! I will finally start the real adventure. Please pray that the local bus I will be in would not have any problems and that I would arrive in Besisahar early enough to trek for about two hours more.

My roommates and I are all going to the Annapurna Circuit but not at the same time. We decided to go and get our permits together.

For Filipino readers: search Jadine’s Bahala Na before you proceed and play that while you read. Follow instructions!

Ok, so we went to the Tourist Service Center just outside of Thamel.

To get our TIMS permit, the permit to trek the spots in Nepal and the ACAP permit to trek Annapurna. Each costs Rs2,000.

The whole process did not take long and we got our permits in less than 30 mins.

An obligatory selfie to celebrate.

Ok, altogether now: 🎵🎶 Naniniwala na ako sa forever magmula ng makilala kita…na na na na na na 🎶🎵

Hanggang ngayong gabi na lang kami magkasama ni poreber. We went our separate ways after that naglakad lang kaming dalawang magkasama ng konti. I decided to go to Durbar Square where this happened:

Every where I go, someone would tell me that I look like someone they know. In fairness to me, many people here look a lot like Filipinos.

The Square is a place of several Hindu temples. It is where their living goddess, Kumari, lives. I hired a guide who explained to me the process of choosing her. Basically, a three year old girl who was born on a full moon with the right zodiac sign and palm lines would be chosen and be subjected to a lot of traumatic things and she’s not supposed to cry or get scared. Things like watching hundreds of animals get killed, staying in a room alone with scary objects and priests wearing scary costumes and playing scary music.

One of the temples that stood out for me was the “Hippie” temple. They called it that because during the 60’s and 70’s, Westerners would come and buy hash across the street and get high in that temple. He said even Jimi Hendrix performed there. Ewan ko lang kung ineechos lang ako ni kuya guide ha? Unfortunately, it was destroyed by the 2015 earthquake.

Another interesting thing for everyone, I’m sure is the Kama Sutra temple. Yes, the carvings are rated SPG.

Do you see the carvings? Here, I’ll zoom it in for you, you pervs.

What’s funny is that just across is a god in the form of a monkey whose eyes were covered. He said it is because he is a celibate god and he’s not supposed to see the Kama Sutra things. I mean, seriously? How cruel can they get? The guy is a virgin and should be a virgin forever and they put right in front of him the sex temple. The planners of those temples are just sinister. Couldn’t they put him in another location, like beside the Kumari’s residence perhaps because she’s a child and innocent. That poor monkey god.

Anyway, after that, I went to the Swayambhunath, I did not hire a guide this time. Basically, it was all stairs before you reach the idol.

There were even more steps before that.

There was nice view of Kathmandu from up there with the Himalayas as the backdrop.

After that, I walked all the way to Thamel and incidentally, I met my trekking demigod roommate and she decided we should walk home. So here is the summary of my activity for today:

And with that, I am exhausted right now and I have to go to bed. Good night!

Nepal (Mis)Adventure: Day 1 Kathmandu

I arrived last night at around 8:30 pm. My flights were Manila(MNL)-Kuala Lumpur(KLM), Kuala Lumpur-Kathmandu(KTM). First, can I just say how jealous I am that KL airports are easily accessible by train and there’s a trip every 30 mins. My transfer from KLIA2 (Air Asia) to KLIA (Malindo Air) only cost RM2. *Side eyes NAIA airports*

If you have a long layover, mine was 7 hours, it is better to spend it in KLIA2. It’s newer and it has more shops. It’s practically a mall. You could also go to KL Central if you’re not carrying a 9-kilo backpack. Ugh. KL express round trip ticket would be RM20.

Malindo Air, by the way, is an excellent airline. No, they did not pay me to say that but just between you and me, *whispers* it’s way better than United Airlines MNL-ROR flights. The leg rooms are spacious, more choices for inflight entertainment, and a legit meal. They also have a 30-kilo luggage allowance. They are strict in implementing the 7-kilo limit for carryons…which almost cost me trouble.

This is where my story of misadventure begins.

Air Asia allowed me to hand carry my backpack. I put a few dollars in the small pocket in my backpack’s belt and the rest of my tour money, I put in the deepest, darkest place of my backpack. Then, when I checked in for Malindo Air, they weighed it and it was 9 kilos, limit is 7 kilos. Because there is a long line, I just hurriedly opened that small pocket and grabbed whatever amount. Thinking that I would be able to get my backpack in Kathmandu anyway before I would need to pay anything.

I had several currencies in that pocket, Philippine pesos, Malaysian Ringgits, and US dollars plus my ATM card and my work permit. I took out the work permit earlier, while still in Manila, just in case the immigration officer would ask me for proof about my job.

I was wearing basic tropical weather clothes. My jacket was at the top portion of my backpack for easy access.

That was my first predicament.

When we landed in KTM, I was the only one wearing a thin shirt. I was just so glad that the temperature was 18deg Celsius and not 11deg as forecasted in my Weather app. Then, my second predicament, do I have enough money to pay for my visa? I haven’t checked which currency or how much I was able to get from my backpack’s pocket. They had a sign that they accept credit cards and I felt relieved because a card was in my pocket. When I took it out, it was my work permit! I thought that the visa would cost $50. I checked my bills and there was $40 dollars and I was already trying to figure out if the RM50 I also had in my pocket would be enough to cover the rest. When I came closer to the visa payment counter, the sign said it’s $40 for a 30-day stay. *Insert sigh of relief *

When I got to the immigration officer, he asked me about my job. Since I have a Philippine passport, he asked if I work in the Philippines. I said I work in Palau. He just nodded his head, but I can see by the distant look in his eyes that he doesn’t know where that is. He asked me what organization I work for. I said, “Surangel and Sons”. He nodded again and said, “okay, but where do you work, what organization?” I was a bit confused and then I remembered that my work permit is in my pocket. So, I just handed it to him and let him read for himself. Then, we understood each other (MU na kami, charot!). I got my passport stamped and out of the airport I went.

There was another drama related to the taxi ride to my hostel but I’m already sleepy to type that story.

So today, I went around Thamel. This was how I looked like in the taxi going to Thamel.

And this me going back to the hostel.

I went to Thamel as a bank robber and came back as an Abu Sayaff.

The roads are so dusty! So much road construction not going on. Confusing? Well there are some materials on the road for construction but no one is working.

What did I do in Thamel? I bought some hiking equipments. I bought a daypack backpack (a Deuter knockoff), a pair of trekking poles, a wide brimmed hat, knitted mitts and the head thingy (I don’t know what they’re called). I also bought an Annapurna Circuit map, a charger adapter, a sim card with data subscription. I know I might have overpaid a bit for some of the items but I don’t have energy to haggle. I just wanna it to be over and done with. I just think of it as helping the local tourism industry.

I ate in a very unassuming place that is top rated in TripAdvisor, the Thamel Doner Kebab. I had the Chicken Kebab Doner Shawarma because I love, love Persian food!

That big piece only cost $2.80! I want to go back tomorrow and have the falafel wrap.

I had a snack at the Brotchen Bakery cafe and had a lemon cheesecake and a masala tea. It was my first time to eat a warm cheesecake. They actually reheat that stuff before serving.

After that, I went back to my hostel and chilled (I love how appropriate this word is to me right now. Lol) with my roommates.

The lady in white is from Hongkong and she’s leaving tonight. She did the Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trek. The guy is British who I have to say “say that again please” several times before I actually understood his first sentence. My ears had to adjust to his accent, no matter how beautiful it was.

On a side note, I love what the cold weather does to my hair! I did not even need to use a conditioner and it still looks a lot better than when I use tons of it in a hot climate.