Ghandruk: A gateway to the mountains

Slowly, the glow of the morning sun painted the clouds yellow. The tip of the mountain danced with the golden clouds.

The crispness of the cold morning got the better of me as I covered myself with warm clothes. We had just celebrated what Pokhara had to offer, and now we were looking ahead towards the lap of the mountains. The cold air coming from Annapurna and Machhapuchre helped cure our hungover, tired bodies. Ghandruk was the final stop. My cousins had never been there, so they eagerly awaited what the place had to offer. For me, Ghandruk was a close friend I’d met with three times over the last three years. But each time, the place had something new to offer.