Tea at 18000 feet

How being at altitude high up in the Himalayas affected me

The swirling mist hid the mountain only to lift sporadically and show their jagged beauty.

Pausing at the top of the valley, we switched off the bikes and listened to the mountains. It was as if the earth was breathing. We viewed a dusty truckers stop and pulled in for a cup of chai. We’d normally scratch around for something to eat at this time of the day, but no-one was hungry. We had traveled up the pass quickly on our bikes. Much too quick to acclimatize.