Starting something

Starting something is a rush. A whirl of excitement, nerves, uncertainty, hopes, doubts. This new blog is inspired by many urges: to write; to reflect on things and make more sense of them; to make changes; to share great and little things; to redirect some of my illogical rants and thus spare my nearest and dearest, colleagues, friends, and people i meet along the way; and not at all least, to fend off inertia. I don't know yet what form it will take and where it will go. This blog is my new journey into the unknown!

While writing this I suddenly remembered the first really big journey I took into the wild unknown. Not long out of school, I went to Nepal for two months, with two school friends, a new friend, and someone we met along the way. Pre-internet, pre-email, pre the days of easy international phone calls, when it took over a week for a postcard to get back home. Right now I feel about the same as I did, aged 18, the night before I set off for the airport. That trip was life changing. I don't have quite such high hopes for this blog, but let's see what happens.

Lukla, 8 March 1992. Young, happy and with big sticks!

I think I might have been bending down to say hello to a dog, but then again I was never good at posing for photos.

We were there, on Kala Pattar, looking at Everest. 20 March 1992.

My brother knows this mountain better than most, but that's another story.