At the end of the sixties, I was trekking in Nepal. The travel route to "the roof of the world" went by land by the so-called "Hippie Trail" with trains and buses through Europe, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India to Kathmandu in Nepal. I planned everything myself and started my trip on a cold night in February 1969, entering the train "The Baltic Express" at Copenhagen Central Station, heading for the former East Berlin.
After the crossing of several mountains, high plateaus, deserts and countries, I arrived to Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, about one month later. However, the main purpose of my travel was the realization of my dream of trekking in the Himalayas. This dream came true - and THAT experience influenced the rest of my life.
After my first visit, I kept dreaming about returning to Nepal and trekking there again in order to feel the smells and sounds and get close to the world's highest mountains once more. Very few, who have been trekking in the Himalayas, avoid being strongly influenced by all the exotic impressions, you get out there.
In autumn 1989, 20 years later, I got a chance to visit Nepal again. However, compared to my first trip, this one became very luxurious. In 1969, I arranged everything myself and virtually lived on rice during the whole strenuous trekking. This time, we brought a number of porters and sherpas, who arranged all the practical things and showed us the way. But anyway, this trip became incredibly exciting, too. It was arranged by the danish travel agency Marco Polo Tours, and we were a group of 14 danes, who trekked up to the foot of the world's third highest mountain Kanchenjunga in eastern Nepal.