and finally I go....

I go with food for only one day, thinking ill' be back in the evening. But than I keep walking. I pass the “no time to go back” point and enter the forbidden zone. I place the tent at sunset ona stunning view point. I knew it was going to happen and it happened. Camping for 5 days at 4500, only yoga and meditation, walking and washing at the river. Nearly no food, only two spoons of Tzampa flour and a dry plum in the morning, some beaten rice and a sandwich to last for 5 days.

The monsoon clouds try to enter Mustang but the air from tibet kicks them back in an endless seasonal fight that is there since ever and will be there forever. The clouds are stubborn and keep trying to enter every night. Sometimes they are dragons, sometimes they are vessels full of moist, sometimes they are just clouds. I walk with them slowly till the day they finaly break through and become a storm. After a night under the snow and no energy left in my body I go back.

What happened to me and to my body is something I cant write about: happiness, sadness, life and death, silence and visions.

Il'be back.