I made it to the top behind these amazing trekkers who were acclimated to the elevation more than this desert and tropical beach girl.
I was elated once the ascending uphill was over and we finally made it to our first campsite.
Unbeknownst to me, after lunch we had another trek to an ascending mountain over 13,000 feet high to a mystical beautiful lake nestled in the Andes Mountains. I thought the first ascending mountain was vigorous. This was the most difficult experience that my mind and body has ever encountered. This time the tour guide volunteered to stay with me the whole time to trek up the mountain. I insisted I was okay, I can be alone and that I just needed to go slow, because the elevation is unfamiliar and difficult for me. He said, “it’s ok. We can just go slow and breathe slowly.” Eventually time passed by, I had voiced out my thoughts that I’ll just wait at this rock and that I didn’t need to see the lake. Kenny, our tour guide said, “we are almost there, just a few more inclines and the lake is there. Po Quito mas.” It was a massive struggle to go up because I had to take breaks and trek slowly. Alas, I made it up and I could not be more proud of myself. Although Day 1 is accomplished, how could I have foreseen that the next day would be the most difficult. To be continued.....................................
1st photo before the 1st Trek to the Andes Mountains. I look happy and strong but not for long. I was about to trek and ascend an uphill mountain that would take my breath away, heart pumping out of my chest, mind racing in circle of words to surrender or be courageous. Sweating profusely inside my layered of clothing which felt like a claustrophobic nightmare. I started to peel off some of the layers, unbraided my hair and tied it up in a bun to cool off the sweat from the back of my neck. Eventually started to cool off in the 15-20 degrees cold weather. I started to trek slowly with deep yogic breaths, but that didn’t even help with absorbing the highest elevation of my life. To be continued.........................
There are people who say natural water is unclean and harmful to the body. Who are you kidding? .
On treks where there's free flowing water, it's always been our source of refill... On both the Himalayan treks I've been to, the source of water is either melted snow or from the rivers... During the Everest Base Camp trek, the higher you move, the more you have to pay for boiled drinking water which is otherwise the regular tap water (sourced from the rivers). I had already spent a lot on food and decided to start drinking free unboiled water. We had spent nearly 15 days there and I felt healthy as ever! .
You think it's capable of doing more harm to your body than the plastic bottles we drink from?
P.S. It's also about your body's immunity. .
Location: Somewhere near Dindugal and the foothills of Kodaikanal. One of those places which hasn't distinctively found it's spot on travel websites. 😇