It’s been almost a week since I return from my the trip of the year. One thing I’m sure of, and that is that I’m glad that I’ve got it over and done with. It’s now time for me to move on and plan for other trips. There’s a whole wide world out there to be discovered, and only one lifetime to do it.

Most of the unpacking has already been done. There’s still a small bit of clutter left on the floor, but that’s not at all unexpected. All of my photos are already in my computer. The ones which have to be rotated have already been done, and the panoramics have already been stitched up. Most of the nice ones anyway. What’s left would be to do some touching up on the dark shots. Apart from that, all should be ok. What’s finally left would be to upload them to my photo gallery.

My very first time planning a trip and thankfully, there hasn’t been any major hiccups to hinder the success and smoothness of it. Sure, there have been some minor bumps along the way, but I choose to look at it in a positive light – incidents which make the trip memorable. Incidents which could have been avoided, had I had the foresight to realise, and make necessary correction. Then again, that’s all part of the learning process, isn’t it?

Thus far, this trip has managed to answer some questions which have plagued my mind for several weeks already. Some have yet to be answered. Several new ones have poped up and inadvertently taken centrestage. Problem is, right now, a good half of my inner self is glad that my Trip to Tibet is over and done with. Not that I didn’t like it, of course. I loved the trip to bits. Ever since I first saw the movie “7 years in Tibet” while in Nepal, I decided that I wanted to make a trip there, and a trip I did. I wanted to see for myself the beauty of such a barren landscape at such a high altitude. I wanted to have a first hand experience at the Tibetans and their culture. I wanted to gaze up at the peak of Mount Everst with my very own naked eyes. I did all that, and more.

The other half of me feel that perhaps I shouldn’t have gone for the trip. Or rather, that I have done some things a little differently. As it is, things have changed comparatively, between pre-trip and post-trip. Things were looking great pre-trip wise. Still, only time will ultimately reveal to me what fate has in store. No point in rushing things, although it is wrecking my head to bits, just mulling over it all, which obviously isn’t doing any good apart from giving me a headache.

Still, the only consolation I have so far would be a snippet of one of the Tibetan songs which got us so mesmerised during our land cruiser ride to Everest Base Camp. Now, all I need are the remaining songs.

[http://blog.endlesstrail.net/content/P5123135.mp3]