My high is wearing off now...been two months already. I see myself looking, reading and imagining more of the 'white situation'. Everything was white - grass, ground, water, people, conversation, discussion...
Now talks surface of another trip and I know this time I cannot belong...
I was reading about Tomaz Humar, a Slovenian soloist - an alpinist who was killed in November 2009 while climing the Langtang Lirung in Northern Nepal. I read of his travails, his experiences and his daredevilry, and I suggest you who are reading this, do read about him - and think about what comfort our armchairs and cubicles afford. A huge price to pay - for freedom, for liberation, for yourself, for truth - is that what makes us afraid? I would not know, not until I've gone back to the 'great white outdoors' again...
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