Photo of the week 2014 – Week four

Wherever you are in the world, there’s nothing quite like waking up early to watch the sunrise; for me, there’s nothing quite like watching the sunrise in the Himalayas.

While I was in Nepal, I spent just over a week trekking in the Himalayas, and every morning I was greeted with a stunning sunrise in the seclusion of the mountains.

Home to some of the highest mountains in the world, Nepal is an absolute haven for trekkers, and it doesn’t matter if you’re a seasoned pro or you can barely walk, there’s something for everyone.

To be honest with you, trekking wasn’t something I had considered until I arrived in the little lakeside town of Pokhara. It was there that I was introduced to the trekking community for the first time, and the word on everyone’s lips was ‘Annapurna’.

Annapurna, at 8,091m, stands dominant overlooking Pokhara, and it’s one of the main regions people trek in Nepal (the other being Everest).

It seemed to me that everyone in the town had either just come back from Annapurna, or was just about to go.

After speaking to a fair few people and hearing their stories, I couldn’t wait to get among the mountains, but being the stereotypical backpacker, I wanted to do it on my own.


To say I was unprepared for trekking is the understatement of the century.

In my bag, I had a thin fleece, three t-shirts, a pair of trousers, a pair of shorts, three pairs of boxers, three pairs of socks, and without a doubt the most inappropriate footwear for walking 10 hours a day – open sandals. On top of that I had a book, my diary, my camera and my iPod, so I’d say I was on the light side of things. Honestly, that’s all I took.

As my bag only weighed a few kilos, there was no point getting a porter (someone who carries your bag for you), and I didn’t see much point hiring a guide despite the insistence of some people (though I’ll admit it, a map would have helped). I just wanted it to be me and the mountains.

So, one day, with my mini bag, I took to the road and went trekking in Annapurna.

I think it was on the fourth day that I took this photo. I remember waking up at the crack of dawn every morning in the hope that I’d get to watch the sun breaking over the mountains, and as I got closer and closer to Annapurna Base Camp, I was witness to sunrises like this more and more often.

For me, I wouldn’t have wanted to trek to Annapurna Base Camp any other way. For it to be me on my own, with no one else to share it with, made it all the more special, and in my opinion there’s nothing quite like watching the sunrise in the Himalayas to start your day…