It reminded me of thunder, but it was a different type of crash. One of the fingers of drifting ice that grasp these peaks had lost another chunk from its icy tips. Fog rolled in. Its white puff slithered across the slate-coloured mountain range and the fusion of light and dark merged into a haunting aura.
Huge black boulders lay around our campsite, daring me to climb atop in search of the perfect post-hike resting spot. I succumbed. From the edge, I could look straight across to a giant glacier, dirtied with grit and ever-so-slowly pushing its way across the rocky face. Nature’s strength was clear here. It was impossible not to feel a sense of awe, of respect and a little sadness that there are so few perfectly magical places like this left in the world. After a long day’s hike, just standing there watching the snow, rock and fog swerve above me filled me with energy. The sheer silence, beyond the occasional rumbling when a glacier calved, felt intoxicating. A rush of motivation surged for the days to come.
Where: Bhutan's Snowman Trek
When: September 2017
How: Rainbow Tours & Treks at www.rainbowbhutan.com
More about the Snowman Trek and other little-known destinations in my upcoming book, due later in 2018!
Find more undiscovered destinations in my first book, Dust in My Pack, available now at most online book stores in paperback or as an eBook.
Explorer of all seven continents on a quest to find the essence of lesser-visited destinations.