It was a sweltering, clammy summer night in August 2018.
With three backpacks in tow, I left Singapore. I embarked on my scariest and greatest life experiment yet: travel solo for as long as I could. I wanted to experiment with a different way of living.
One that was way out of my comfort zone.
I had no idea that I was going to spend 10 months away from home. No idea that the 10 months would be spent in the mountains. From the Tian Shan mountains in Central Asia to the Yukon Territory in North America, I wandered deeper into the wilderness. I was enamoured and humbled by everything Mother Nature offered, time and again.
But it all started in the Himalayas.
I still remember my fears and overwhelm in my initial days of arrival in India. My pounding heart against a jarring myriad of sensory overload.
The Himalayas made me feel so little and infinite all at the same time.