“4 months - 4 months away from home, from friends, from family, it doesn’t sound so long.
I had 4 months to try the first complete traverse of the Himalayas by walking and paragliding with my violin... It was an eternity, a full life, a no end story.
Suddenly, I realised that I get vertigo, I feel nausea. But what should I do? Am I crazy? Do I carry on? Do I finish? Do I come back?
In Tajikistan I was roaming around and hesitating to start my adventure. Komil, my friend and his family took care of me for 5 days. A few days later, I heard bullets whistling. After 4 days of interrogation by intelligence officers, Brakfin, the inspector, still suspicious of my innocence, helped me to leave the country, a free man.
In Pakistan, my old friends Ishaq and Shafqat felt I was hopeless. We laughed and they feed me with walnut cake, apricot oil, wild strawberries and finally I recharged my batteries. When the violent high altitude winds stopped, I needed a lot of energy to fly across Pakistan in only 6 days from the Chinese border to Islamabad. Along K2, Rakaposhi and Nanga Parbat, I finally flew above Kohistan to Malika Parbat and the entrance of the Kaghan valley.
In India, a vulture’s belly touched the back of my glider. A few hours later, a Hindu shaman and his 13 disciples exorcised the mountain and sky demons from me. After 2 days of lighting storms, my friends were feeding me with a sacrificed goat in a rock cave.
In Doplo (Nepal), I left Gagan Kali, Lal and the little Disti in this fantastic region I always dreamed to visit. Eyes in the sky because of so much kindness and beauty, I crashed!
I flew too close to a cliff, my glider collapsed and suddenly I fell to the ground. For 2 hours I didn’t know if I was living or dreaming. Dreaming I had no injuries, I was caught by the Himalayan trap. I had to take off again, to face the cliff.
In Sikkim, I joined John Anthoney, a Facebook friend and pilot. He followed my all Himalayan trip. With Munna, his wife, they took me home. I was skin and bones. I had lost 15 kg by the end of Nepal traverse. 5 days later I left again by air for the Sikkim paragliding traverse.
In the end, I reached the final region of the Himalaya mountain range: Arunachal Pradesh. The region features glaciers and high peaks and the local people eat strange insects and caterpillars. I was flying above the jungle, hearing monkey and bird screams. Take offs and thermals started to be rare. I was very far from home. My head was full, too full. In Sepa, Gourishankar, his wife and his 3 daughters took care of me. I was sick, at the very end of my strength.
You have been so kind to me, friends from the Himalayas! Whatever your country, your religion, you, Himalayan people and your mountains helped me to forget numbers, distances, clouds bases and altitudes! Thank you so much!”