I recently came across a post about a couple who was hiking in Nepal’s Annapurna Circuit as part of their 330-day adventure around the world. Because it was written in French, I took the time to read it instead of skimming through (which is what I probably would have done if it was in English).
It is a rather long post, but what fond memories it brought back… the crisp mountain air which became cloaked in a constant mist as we got higher, the incredible hardiness of the local porters and womenfolk, the never-ending horizon of snow-capped peaks, the small bright orange blooms outside the teahouses, sipping hot tea and eating Tibetan bread with eggs at breakfast, experiencing hail for the first time, side-stepping massive blobs of yak dung every few minutes and passing down the warning to those behind, climbing in the dark to get to the top of Poon Hill before sunrise, gobbling a handful of SunMaid raisins out of a ziplock bag whenever we had a break, encouraging each other to push on when the going got tough…
8 December 1998: Annapurna Base Camp, Nepal – This photo was taken with an Olympus point-and-shoot, the first camera I ever owned. I had bought it with my own savings and I thought that it was the pretty camera ever with its champagne weatherproof body and sleek sliding cover. This was in 1998, just before digital photography caught on in Singapore.
Before I moved to Paris in 2010, I sent a big bundle of negatives to a local photo shop in Singapore to get them scanned so that I’ll have them with me wherever I go. The negatives from this trip had become discoloured with time. I ran the jpeg of this particular image through GIMP to adjust the colours. This was the best I could do and I think it is a pretty good reflection of that sunny day when we finally made it to the Annapurna Base Camp and were greeted by the blinding sight of those towering peaks!