Travel scribbles

18th March Delhi to Kathmandu Time flies.  It's been more than a year since I last hiked in the Himalayas. Life has changed a lot since then, for the better. For as long as I can remember, climbing mountains have mostly been a way for me to cope with difficult life situations. It's different when you hike out of some kind of spite towards humanity compared to just doing it for the love of the mountains. I have erred a bit on both sides of that equation from time to time. The plan was a bit outlandish in itself, flying from Germany to India and then, the very next day flying to Kathmandu. The time difference is not much (4.5 hours without daylight saving) but it still messes with your sleep routine.  But here I am, on a flight to Kathmandu, heavily sleep deprived and honestly a little unsure of what next. I've been hiking for close to a decade now but those pre-hike jitters never really goes away. It is an endless loop of what could go wrong in your head.  Like for instance,