Let the adventure begin . . .

The day has come for my solo adventure to Tibet, Nepal and India. I will be gone for 2 months . My adventure starts here . . .
by Kimm Fearnley
Bournemouth, Bournemouth, United Kingdom,
Created on 28 Mar 2017


Tue, 03/28/2017
28 Mar 2017 at 08:31 by Kimm Fearnley


6 May. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley
A young couple who remind me of you and Tom choose to unwittingly torture me by asking for a photo and I fight the urge to punch them in the face for daring to be alive, I push down the unreasonable madness that writhes like an out of control demon inside me and smile instead. Click. Click. And then they are gone. Just like you. Just like me. Like all of us. A single moment in time captured on film. Brief. Gone. Does anything actually exist?
6 May. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley
It takes time to truly get to know someone and first impressions can never be the full story. So many layers make up a person and it takes time, patience, open eyes, an open heart and a willingness to go deep beneath the surface to understand another. I feel exactly this way with the great country of India.
1 May. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley
Here in Rishkesh there is no such obvious signs of care. Pigs and goats join the cows and dogs foraging through the rich pickings. One man sees my dismay. "If you want to feed the dogs throw on the floor, if you want to feed the cows thrown in the bin."
23 Apr. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley

Last night we said a lingering goodbye to each other Kathmandu.
Like lovers, our parting was sweet and heavy with longing, memories surging in shapes, colours, tastes, scents and sounds - all tempting me to stay. . . Just a little longer?. . . .just another day? . . .
Even your dust smelled sweet after the light afternoon shower.

10 Apr. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley

Hello once more Kathmandu. 
Last time I saw you the storm had turned your dusty streets into muddy flowing streams, the air, humid and heavy and I had been glad to leave your chaos and noise and seek the calmness of Tibet.

This time I wanted to kneel at your feet.
To kiss your melting tarmac.
To hug every single one of your head-wiggling, undisciplined, airport ground staff.

8 Apr. 2017 by Kimm Fearnley

Trekking to Everest Base Camp is not for the faint-hearted, and little could have prepared me for the challenge of trying to walk at such high altitudes. The day before the final push to Base Camp, Tibet delivered my first encounter with the difficulties of breathing and we still had more than a thousand meters left to climb.