The constant traveller
This blog is just a small collection of my experiences of more than 30 years of travel throughout South Asia. May those who stumble across this site find some joy and hopefully some insights into this amazing part of the world.
Tag: Himalaya
The story of a masterpiece
Recently my daughter gave me two shawls she was given by her mom after our divorce. She thought that I might like them since she had no use for them. I could not believe my eyes, she handed me the very two shawls I…
Himalayan Stories – Light plays
The play of the sun rising over the horizon, painting the sky in a myriad of shades and colours remind me of you…..
Himalayan Stories – Kala Bhairawa
I remember the story, told to me by a priest in the mid Eighties. The story is of Kala Bhairawa, the god that is said to assist the righteous and destroy evil. The Legend tells that in olden days people having a fight were…
Himalayan morning
The sun rises gentle in the east, painting the sky and the hills with myriads of shades and colours. Let me be like this morning, gentle and calm Let me be like this sunrise, bathing everything in gentle light Let me be like this…
The lady and the mighty mountains
This is a very old Slide from around 1986 when I was working in Nepal in a road project. In cooperation with the Swiss, the road was built with a cold tar process, not using any wood and other resources to heat the bitumen….
Its a hard life, Tibet, 1992
In the early 90ties, when I tok some groups to Tibet, we had a very funny episode in one of the villages we had stopped, involving the ladies from the village and one of the tourists of my group. The lady from my group…
Sunrise over the Himalaya, Nepal 1985
Looking out to the east to watch the sun rise over the foothills of the Himalaya can turn into one of the most precious moments in a persons life. The dark silence of the night turns into a riot of colours and with it,…
Musings about Nepal 1986
Working in Nepal for 4 years in the mid eighties was to me one of the greatest experiences life could offer. Arriving in Nepal in 1983 was to me an incredible “deja vue”, this mysterious deep inside knowledge that one “knows” the place. There…
A life in poverty
Just dug out this picture again today. It must have been taken somewhere around 1985 in Nepal. In those days so many children had swollen bellies and signs of malnutrition. Still they always had a smile for people passing by. Their fate and my…
