We woke up at 7 am in the morning to take breakfast. Ollie was having difficulties taking in food. We were all pretty worried and we thought that we were pushing ourselves too hard in unfamilar terrains. Anyway, we sticked on to our plans and pushed on. The first trek in the morning is the hardest of the whole trek. It has 3 steep climb that will take us about 600 metres up to the highest point of the whole trek.
Frankly, I thought I might not be able to pull it through this time. Each step burns my lungs as the air was freezing cold and it was very thin. Breathing was becoming an effort. Each breath burns the throat and the lungs. I was panting as though I just ran 10 km. At one point of time, something happened. Part of me went deep down and pulled out something which I never thought I have. A silent voice ringing telling me to relax and take one step at a time. It is not about completing the journey, it is about taking things one step firmly and having faith that the next step will come. The strange calming feeling gave me the desire to carry on bit by bit.
When we finally cleared to the top, the deepest feeling I had was surprisingly, peaceful. The rest of the journey became easier after the hardest climb up. We managed to finish the trek on the second day and that was a big news back in the guest house that we stayed because we finished the trek carrying our own backpacks, without a guide and did it in 2 days. We were given heroes treatment back in the room... Definately feels good.
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