The Himalayas. The largest mountain range in the world. The initial plan was to spend some days exploring Kathmandu, and then take the bus to Pokhara to do some serious trekking up to the Annapurna base camp from which you can enjoy 14 peaks at around 7-8000m (23-26,500 ft) and watch a spectacular sunrise at a place called Poon Hill.

When I was done in Nepal, the plan was to take the bus south down into India with Mumbai as the final destination for the whole expedition. Sadly though, things didn’t go as expected. No more than a day or two after I arrived in Kathmandu, I started to feel rather sick. I had a cold that’d been coming and going every 2-3 weeks during most of my journey, and it escalated in Nepal which left me no choice but to just stay in bed at my hotel. The biggest concern at this point was whether or not I had gotten Malaria, since the symptoms are very similar to a common cold, and just as mine, coming and going every 2-3 weeks. I managed to go to a hospital and get tested, and fortunately, it was negative. Phew!

After resting for a couple of days, I finally managed to get on the bus to Pokhara and checked in at an amazing hotel. A friend of mine tipped me of about a hotel called Hidden Paradise just outside of town, and true to it’s word, the place was a paradise. Residing on the side of a big mountain the hotel had an astonishing panoramic view over Phewa Lake (see the last image in the slide). Unfortunately, this truly Hidden Paradise was the last thing I got to experience in Nepal, or Asia for that matter. On top of my cold, I had also gotten some type of stomach decease, so I never recovered during the week I stayed in Pokhara. I slowly came to terms with the fact that even if I would start to feel better, I was in no shape at all to start hiking among the bigest mountains in the world. And sadly, the more days I stayed in bed in Nepal, the less days I would have in India.

This was a huge anticlimax and a big disappointment of course, since both Nepal and India was sort of the the main destinations of this expedition. I’d been alone in Asia for almost three months at this point, and after spending almost two weeks in bed, barely eating, my health condition was just getting worse, and I got more and more home sick as the days passed. So instead of spending my last two-three weeks in Asia climbing mountains in Nepal and exploring India, I was bedridden, and was forced to take the difficult decision that it was time to go home.