Today, everyone woke up eager hoping that we might get a view of Everest. I walked outside to eat breakfast, and I could not spot a single cloud in the sky. I could feel the excitement rising in our group as the boys rushed everyone to finish packing and get out onto the trail. Poor Aaliyah had to skip the hike again because she is still recovering from her cold. Luckily for her, she did not miss much! An hour and a half into the hike, when we got to the Everest viewing point, we could barely see two feet in front of us. Thick fog rolled in blocking all the mountains in the distance. We sat around for around twenty minutes, sulking and hoping that maybe a miracle would happen and the clouds would blow away. Sadly, they did not, and we had to continue our trek. Luckily, we all had the chance to warm up by showering and drinking some ginger milk tea. Despite the disappointment of not getting to see Everest – I know that I am definitely bummed – I think that we all enjoyed the hike and still got to see some pretty nice views. I especially had fun playing the story game, where someone gives the end scenario of a story and everyone else has to figure out the rest with yes or no questions. At the end of the day, we are left with lots of photos, KitKats, and memories from today’s trek.
~Alaina
Inspiration –
I’ve been writing poems since I was eight.
When something extraordinary or sad or happy or just plain boring happens, I write.
Poems give me a sense of security, words building my emotions into something tangible.
Inspiration, a word I could use easily to describe Nepal.
Sloping hills and dogs following the journey, urging you to go on.
The ideas each flower and stone give; inspiration.
Living in the clouds slows down the sky.
Cows grazing along steep hills, fog covering a beating heart.
The need to hope for more lingers through buildings, schools, and restaurants.
But still; missing home, sweaty faces, new food, hairy bugs, cold showers, wet feet, stiff beds, muddy clothes, foreign language, blinds the perspective.
New friends, milky tea, making bracelets, warm dinner, safe smiles, wide mountains, happy dogs, dancing a new language, dusts the lense of perspective.
Opening the keyhole.
A longing for home still lingers in the air, through every street and trail.
Buzzing through my fingertips and boots.
Inspiration; the word of Nepal.
~Acadia Choi
