First trip as a Guide

The very first journey that you make in your life is permanently invigorating.  My first trip, as a professional guide taught me the hardship of life and made me realize my country was indeed a wonderland. It was in 2008 where I assisted as a guide with 7 clients. Since It was my first time, I didn’t had any experience as well, so I had to follow the lead guide. Since the travels are always with ups and downs, I crashed as well, breaking the hanger of my bike. It was a nasty fall indeed. Once you break your bike, it costs a lot to repair it as well. Without sufficient cash, I couldn’t repair it, hence I had to finish my trip in the same condition. But the joyful moment came up when my lead guide gave me his bikes hanger. Snap it all, I was out for the rides again but with more caution in Manang.
Nepal is considered as a country with vast culture. As I was in Manang, I got to know more about the people residing over there. Their culture got hold of my heart. I always think, god has always been so kind to us, to provide us with such a dignity and prosperity. Meanwhile, my trip was in the high altitude (4200m), I was a bit worried as I was not very used to high altitudes.

We were in Phedi (Base camp of Throngla Pass) which was 4230m from sea leave and we were to spend our nights over there. Chilling air breezed over the mountains. I had hard time to breath as well. Nerveless, I was enjoying the view. It was enough to make me forget the pain. The very next morning we started out trip at 4 in the morning after having our breakfast. We had to walk this time, carry our own bags with bikes on our shoulder for almost 4 hours to the top which was 5400m. It was thought-provoking. We counted on our luck, there was no snowfall and the weather was respectable. Annapurna along with other peaks was clearly visible. Seeing those, I was all ready to forget the pain I agonize. Sipping tea and looking at the mountains, you purely cannot elucidate it. You just captivate it.

Being a guide is not an easy job to hold on, you need patience and skill. I have spent years to grab hold of it. And travelling around Nepal has made me build up my skills more. The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. But that's the glory of travel, as far as I am concerned. I don't want to know what people are talking about. I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can't even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.