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🚶🏔️ Day 8 - Chhomrong to Ghandruk
Let’s just ignore the steep downhill and uphill midday, and focus on the bucolic countryside of Nepal that we started and ended the day.
🚶🏔️ Day 6 - Annapurna Base Camp to Dovan.
Time to leave the high peaks, with an early sunrise over the Annapurna, and move down, down, back to the forests.
Day 5 - Machhapuchhre Base Camp to Annapurna Base Camp.
A small climb between base camps, although any climb at this altitude can make you breed a lot faster, but the relatively short walk had plenty of mountains to show us!
Day 4 - Dovan to Machhapuchhre Base Camp
Going up, up in the mountains, but often what’s over there isn’t a bright sunny day.
🚶🏔️ Day 3 - Chhomrong to Dovan
In the shadow of Machhapuchre. The entire day was done along the sacred mountain, with its iconic fish tail peak, despite most of the times being hidden behind the thick clouds or dense forest.
🚶🏔️ Day 2 - Landruk to Chhomrong
Still low in the valleys, moving between the small villages and the cable bridges that connect them.
Some days all that there’s to tell is the never ending hopping between roadside restaurants, until the final destination.
The sheer size of Nepal’s largest stupa easily imposes itself onto all the crowds and noise circling it.
Office day, and making the best of the last days of summer to lunch outside. Because in early October I’ll be traveling and likely to only return in cold weather.
Back to Amplifest
Back to Porto for Amplifest. Like last year, I ended up taking the camera with me. Like last year, I ended up turning it mostly to everyone around, not the bands. I’m really not a concert photographer, I’m more into paying attention to the small things that are happening around me, and that’s why the moments I took the camera from my bag were the dead moments between shows. The breaks to have a beer, to hangout outside by the sun, to chill and enjoy the day. Just like I was doing.
Como diz a minha amiga Fátima, não me importava de ver Amenra uma vez por ano, assim para lavar a alma! Só isto já teria feito valer a pena ter vindo ao Amplifest no Porto.
