WORLD TRIP - 1988-1989

This trip lasted just over a year, taking me through the USA, Canada, the UK, Europe, India, Nepal, and finally Thailand.

My journey began in the USA, landing in Los Angeles for a few days before heading up to Washington State. I stayed with friends Tom and Jim in Wenatchee, located in the heart of the state. I had met them through Peter and spent about ten days enjoying their company and meeting their friends—it was a fantastic start to the trip.

Next, I spent a few weeks in Canada. In Vancouver, I stayed with Karl and his friends, and in Port Coquitlam, I stayed with Denise and her friends. From there, I hitchhiked across Canada all the way to New York City—a memorable adventure in itself.

Afterward, I flew to the UK for some work, then toured Europe, hitting all the major tourist sites. My journey then took me to India, where I explored as much as possible. A lifelong dream of mine was trekking in Nepal, so I completed a 30-day trek around the Annapurna Mountains, based in Pokhara.

My final destination was my favourite country, Thailand. I spent the last few months exploring both the north and the islands in the Gulf of Thailand before finally heading home.

USA 

My first stop was the USA, landing in Los Angeles for a few days. From there, I took a Greyhound bus up to Washington State, where I stayed with Tom and Jim in Wenatchee, located in the heart of the state. I had met them through a mutual friend, Peter, and spent about ten days with Tom, Jim, and their friends. During that time, they took me white-water rafting and trekking in the Enchantments Mountains—a truly unforgettable experience.

One of the many old cabins in Wenatchee, Washington.

The old western town of Winthrop, now preserved as a tourist attraction.

Jim’s cabin on the Wenatchee River—so peaceful. We spent a few nights there, enjoying the serenity.

Tom, Jim, and their friends showed me around a lot of Wenatchee, taking me to places like Sugarloaf Lookout, Icicle River, and a few local drinking spots—Lavenport, Katzenjammers, and the Cougar Inn. Tom’s mum and dad even took me to see the Rocky Reach Dam.

Jim and Lorie were getting the boats ready for a float down the Wenatchee River, which included navigating some small rapids. The trip lasted about six hours on the water, with a few well-timed smoke breaks along the way, if you know what I mean. What an incredible experience it was!

Jim took me on a two-day hike in the Enchantment Mountains—about 8½ hours up and 10 hours back down. Along the way, we passed 20 glacier-fed lakes. We spent the night under the stars, each with a smoke in hand—a truly memorable night.

The day we left, a huge bushfire broke out. Jim, whose job is to fight fires and maintain trails for hikers, unfortunately had to miss it—sorry, Jim!

The Enchantments are considered one of the most spectacular locations in the Cascade Range.

Looking back down at one of the glacier-fed lakes.

We found a place to stay for the night, no better than under the stars.

The next morning, Jim tried to catch some breakfast in another glacier-fed lake… no luck.

A small ice cave formed by the stream.

Time to move—Jim is packing up, ready to head back down the mountain.

Jim and I at the top of the mountain, taking in the breathtaking view.

We crossed one of the many small rivers along the trail.

On our way down, the scenery was magnificent—so many beautiful blue lakes.

Even more lakes appeared as we continued our descent.

Upon leaving Wenatchee, Tom drove me to the Canadian border via the Cascade Loop. Along the way, we stopped in Winthrop for lunch and a few beers, visited Ross Dam, and finally spent the night camping in Bellingham.

The portion of the range in British Columbia is known as the Canadian Cascades, or locally just the Cascade Mountains. In Washington, the range is usually referred to as the North Cascades, as in North Cascades National Park. The highest peak is Mount Rainier in Washington, standing at 4,392 meters.

The North Cascade Mountains on the way to the Canadian border.

CANADA

The next morning, Tom dropped me off at the Canadian border to continue my journey.

From there, I hitchhiked to Vancouver to meet up with Karl, who had worked with me during his stay in Australia. I also visited Denise, the Canadian friend who had spent a year with me in Australia.

I spent about two weeks in Vancouver, staying with Karl and his friends, or in Port Coquitlam with Denise and her friends.

Everyone treated me wonderfully. I found Canadians—especially on the west coast in Vancouver—are very similar to Australians: laid-back, love a barbecue, enjoy a beer (or six), and are passionate about their sports.

Kitsilano Beach, located on the shores of Vancouver Bay, is one of the city’s most popular spots for both locals and visitors. Known for its soft sandy beach, stunning views of the North Shore mountains, and vibrant community atmosphere, it’s a perfect place to relax, swim, or enjoy a game of volleyball.

Eric and Colin, showing me—an Aussie—how to barbecue some steak. Not bad at all for Canadians.

Karl and I are on the front steps of his home in West Vancouver, enjoying a relaxed moment and taking in the quiet charm of the neighborhood. Karl and his girlfriend Kelsey at their home in West Vancouver, welcoming me into their space with warmth and friendliness.

The Vancouver Olympic Centre, a legacy of the 2010 Winter Olympics, is an impressive facility that blends modern architecture with state-of-the-art sports amenities. Located in the heart of Vancouver, it serves as both a community hub and a training ground for athletes, offering ice rinks, fitness facilities, and spaces for various sports and events.

I stayed at the Vancouver Youth Hostel for a few days, down in West Vancouver along the shores of Vancouver Bay. The location was fantastic, with stunning views of the water and the surrounding mountains. From the hostel, it was easy to explore the city.

I spent the day down at Horseshoe Bay, the departure point for boats to Victoria Island. The area was incredibly relaxing, a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life.  Horseshoe Bay is famous for its fish and chips, and people come from all over to try them. 

It was time to leave Vancouver and get back on the road. Over the next week or so, I hitchhiked across Canada, making stops in Banff, Alberta; Regina, Saskatchewan; Winnipeg, Manitoba; and then into Ontario, visiting Thunder Bay and Toronto again. The journey was full of long stretches of open road, small towns, and incredible landscapes, making each ride a new adventure.

Just a stunning view of the mountain range in Banff.

This is the Church Hostel where I stayed for the night in Banff—cozy, welcoming, and right in the heart of town, making it easy to explore the surrounding area.

Wildlife roaming freely around Banff, just strolling through the parks—a reminder of the incredible natural beauty and untamed landscapes that make this place so special.

I left Banff on a wet day and got a lift straight away — the driver was heading to Lethbridge and seemed down-to-earth. Ten minutes into the trip, he said, “Hey, that’s where I lived for a year,” and I looked out the window to see a sign for “Banff mental institution.” My jaw dropped, and everything flashed through my mind; my hand instinctively went to the door handle. I paused. My bag and all my things were in the back — what could I do? It turned out he was a great guy, very musical. Halfway through the journey, he asked if I could drive, so I took the wheel. He reclined with his feet on the dashboard, pulled out a plastic bag, and rolled a joint — sounded good to me. After the smoke, he took out a harmonica and played some incredible music. That was one experience I’ll never forget

  The rest of Canada was, how do I put it, without being rude? Let’s say: flat, endless, and uneventful. I caught a ride out of Regina late in the afternoon and we drove on into the night. The sun had set, the prairies stretched out in every direction, and it was black as black — until the sky came alive. The Aurora Borealis shimmered overhead, flickering ribbons of colour rippling across the darkness. I’d heard you could sit for hours and see nothing, but that night I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse. The northern lights, born from solar particles colliding with gases high in the atmosphere, were nothing short of magic.

I spent my last night on the border in a youth hostel, where I met two English girls, a Kiwi guy, and a Norwegian girl. They were also heading to New York City, and we made plans to meet up there. On the way through Ontario, I made a quick stop to try and see Karl’s parents, but no luck.

The highlight in Ontario was the CN Tower, towering above the city and impossible to miss.

I went down to Buffalo, New York State, to take in Niagara Falls once more — its power and mist never losing their impact. From there it was on to New York City, where I stayed for a couple of days, caught up with friends, and soaked in the energy of the city.

I spent a couple of days in New York City and caught up with the others, but that same night, I was heading south to Virginia. I’d had such a good time in Virginia Beach on my last visit that I decided to stay for a week — and once again I met a great bunch of travelers: Tracey, Claire, Wilma, and Ian. Days were spent down at the beach, afternoons over dinner, and nights at the pub. As I’ve said before, Virginia was the place to meet amazing people, and I had an absolute blast.

This was the view from the penthouse youth hostel on 42nd Street, New York City — a fantastic spot for backpackers to stay.

After a week, we all left Virginia and returned to New York City, but it was time to go our separate ways: Tracey and Claire back to England, Wilma to Germany, and Ian to San Francisco.

It was time to say farewell to the U.S. and Canada, two countries that had given me countless memories, new friendships, and experiences I would carry with me forever. From the bustling streets of New York to the wide-open highways of the Canadian prairies, every mile had left its mark. But as much as I had grown to love the journey through North America, a new chapter was calling. With my bags packed and goodbyes behind me, I made my way to the airport, ready to board a flight across the Atlantic. Ahead lay the UK, a land steeped in history, culture, and fresh opportunities for adventure

UK - ENGLAND 

I touched down in London and spent a few days getting organized and seeing the sights before pushing on. From there it was down to Dover, where I boarded the ferry across the English Channel to Calais, France. That crossing marked the beginning of a journey that would take me through eleven different European countries — some places holding me longer, others just a quick stop, depending on the people I met and what unfolded along the way.

I made sure to see the must-see sights in London before leaving for France — Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, and the landmarks that make the city unforgettable.

No trip to London would be complete without stopping to see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, standing tall and unmistakable against the skyline.

The iconic red double-decker bus — classic London    

  Another place you can’t miss is Buckingham Palace, the official residence of the Queen and a true London icon.

I left the UK by ferry, with the White Cliffs of Dover fading into the background — a striking farewell to England, though I knew I would be back to do some work and continue my travels.

FRANCE

I hitched a ride to Paris with a friendly truck driver, and despite the language barrier, we managed to communicate as he transported goods between France and England. From Paris, I explored Basel and Zurich in Switzerland, then arrived in Munich to meet Peter and Dani. I stayed in Germany for about a month, enjoying Oktoberfest and visiting contacts in Munich and Nuremberg. Eventually, I made my way to East Germany, only a year before the Berlin Wall came down — a striking moment in history to witness.

Looking down at the River Seine in Paris and strolling past the majestic Notre Dame — a view that never gets old.

Standing tall, the Eiffel Tower dominated the Paris skyline. I also visited the Louvre, admiring incredible artwork and, of course, catching a glimpse of the famous Mona Lisa.

Switzerland

I stopped at the Münster Cathedral in Basel, taking in the impressive Gothic architecture and the peaceful atmosphere.

I took in a few different views of the Rhine River, each one showcasing its winding beauty and the towns dotted along its banks.

Germany & East Germany

It was wonderful to catch up with Peter in his hometown of Munich, whom I had first met a few years ago during my travels in the USA and Thailand. Over time, our paths had crossed in different corners of the world, and he had even stayed with me in Australia, which made those memories all the more special. Reconnecting in Munich felt natural, as if no time had passed at all. We spent hours reminiscing about past adventures, swapping stories of the places we’d explored, and laughing over the small, unexpected moments that make travel so memorable. It was one of those reunions that reminded me travel isn’t just about the destinations you visit, but the incredible people you meet along the way.

In Munich, I visited the BMW factory and the Olympic Village, getting a close-up look at the city’s engineering marvels and its role in sporting history.

Spending a few days at Oktoberfest in Munich was truly unforgettable. The festival was alive with energy, from the lively brass bands playing traditional Bavarian tunes to the cheerful chatter and laughter filling the massive beer tents. Everywhere I looked, people were dressed in vibrant lederhosen and dirndls, celebrating with a spirit that was both joyous and contagious. pretzels, sausages, roast meats — mingled with the crisp scent of freshly poured beer, making every meal a celebration in itself. The atmosphere was electric, with carnival rides, games, and parades adding to the excitement, and every moment felt like a vivid snapshot of Bavarian culture. It wasn’t just about the food and drink; it was about being part of something larger, a centuries-old tradition that brought together locals and travelers from around the world in a shared experience of fun, laughter, and unforgettable memories.

In Munich, Peter and I took some time to wander through one of the city’s many parks, enjoying a welcome break from the hustle of sightseeing. It was a peaceful, grounding experience, giving us a chance to slow down, chat, and simply take in the calm beauty of the city around us. 

It was time for a lovely German beer, the perfect way to unwind after a day of exploring Munich.

Peter drove me to Dachau Concentration Camp, and stepping onto the grounds was an incredible yet profoundly somber experience. Walking through the camp, I was struck by the scale of the atrocities that had taken place there during the war. The silence of the site, broken only by the whispers of visitors a. Exhibits, memorials, and the preserved barracks told the stories of the lives lost, the suffering endured, and the resilience of those who survived. It was impossible not to feel the weight of history in every corner, and walking the paths where so many had endured unimaginable hardship left a lasting impression. The visit was a poignant reminder of the human cost of hatred and the importance of remembering the past, leaving me both humbled and deeply reflective.

Since Peter had to work, I set out on my own to see as many of Munich’s sites as I could in a single day. I moved quickly but deliberately, making the most of every stop — from the bustling Marienplatz with its famous Glockenspiel to the historic streets lined with shops, cafés, and centuries-old architecture. I visited grand churches, wandered through vibrant squares, and even ducked into museums that caught my eye along the way. Experiencing the city solo gave me the freedom to linger where I wanted and explore at my own pace. By the end of the day, I had a whirlwind but fulfilling sense of Munich’s history, culture, and energy, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated from the solo adventure.

I spent the last few days in Munich with Peter, Dani, Dani’s sister, and her partner, enjoying their company and the warmth of shared moments.

After Munich, I traveled north to Northeim, Germany, exploring the town and visiting contacts I had in the area.

I met Bernard in the U.S. while he was picking up parts for his Harley-Davidson, and we struck up a conversation that quickly turned into an invitation to stay with him and his friends — an offer I happily accepted. Bernard was a member of the Spirits of Germany MC, and spending time with the club gave me a fascinating glimpse into their close-knit world. Over the next few days, I traveled with them through the smaller towns of northern Germany, discovering local culture far off the typical tourist trails. Their clubhouse was extraordinary, set up in an old train station on the former East-West German border, packed with character, history, and stories. The space was alive with the rumble of motorcycles, memorabilia, and tales of past rides, creating an atmosphere that was both welcoming and exhilarating. Experiencing northern Germany alongside Bernard and his friends, with its mix of history, camaraderie, and modern biker culture, became one of the most memorable chapters of my journey.

Making my way toward Berlin, I was eager to explore both East and West Germany, diving into the history that had shaped the city. Walking along the Berlin Wall,  the graffiti-covered sections on the western side telling stories of rebellion and hope, while the preserved eastern segments stood as stark reminders of division. Crossing at Checkpoint Charlie into what was once East Germany was a surreal experience, stepping into a place that had been closed off for decades. I wandered the streets, taking in the architecture, museums, and memorials, each site offering a glimpse into life behind the Wall and the resilience of those who lived through it. The contrast between East and West was striking, and exploring the city on foot gave me a deep appreciation for Berlin’s complex history and its remarkable journey toward unity.

At the hostel, I met Doug, Beth, and John, and we quickly hit it off. Together, we set out to walk along the Berlin Wall, soaking in the history and the atmosphere of the city. As we moved from section to section, we paused to take memorable photos, capturing the graffiti-covered walls, watchtowers, and the stark reminders of a divided past. Sharing the experience with them made it even more special — we laughed, reflected, and marveled at how much history was embedded in every corner. Those hours walking the Wall together turned into one of the most vivid and lasting memories of my time in Berlin.

We climbed a small section of the Wall to catch a glimpse inside East Germany, as two guards patrolled nearby on their bikes. From that vantage point, we could see the stark contrast between the two sides — the emptiness and order of the eastern sector against the lively streets of the west. Standing there and realizing just how closely monitored everything had been, and how much courage it had taken for people to live under those conditions. The fleeting view offered a powerful reminder of the division that had shaped Berlin for decades.

After wandering along the Wall, we made our way to Checkpoint Charlie, the famous crossing point between East and West Berlin. Feeling adventurous, we decided to cross over into the East side to explore a little more. Walking those streets, I could sense the remnants of the past in the architecture.it was fascinating to see how the city had changed while still holding onto the memories of its divided history, making every step feel like both a lesson and an adventure.

Walking through East Berlin, one thing that immediately caught my eye was the uniformity of the cars — rows of Ladas, all the same model, lined the streets in a variety of colors. Each vehicle looked almost identical, yet people had added small, colorful drawings or decorations to their windows, personal touches meant to brighten up the otherwise monotonous scene.

As we made our way to the center of the city, we came across a large, organized march in the streets, meant to demonstrate the strength and discipline of the SS Germans. The sight was both imposing and surreal, with rows of uniformed participants moving in precise formation, their presence a stark reminder of the city’s complex and often dark history. The march drew the attention of onlookers, some watching in quiet reflection, others photographing the spectacle, capturing the tension between past and present.

We took a trip up the Berlin TV Tower in East Germany to get a sweeping view of the city, and the panorama was incredible. From that height, Berlin stretched out in every direction — a mix of modern buildings, historic landmarks, and bustling streets. Looking closely, you could even make out sections of the Wall, hard to see in photos. Seeing it from above gave a new perspective on both the scale and the impact of the Wall, a stark reminder of the city’s history.

The following day, I stopped at Checkpoint Charlie to take a photo, then walked along other parts of the Wall, finding the remains near the old SS buildings — marking the end of my time at the Berlin Wall.

Walking around Berlin, I stopped at the Brandenburg Gate for a photo, then visited the Soviet War Memorial in Tiergarten and the Victory Column. Along the way, I came across two punk rockers and asked if I could take a picture — they were happy to oblige.

I visited the Soviet War Memorial in Tiergarten, a solemn reminder of the sacrifices made during World War II.

After seeing the Victory Column, I ran into two punk rockers in the city. They kindly allowed me to take a photo, a fun and unexpected moment amid the historic sights.

Peter and Dani had just tied the knot, and celebrating with them in Munich added a joyful touch to my travels.

After leaving Germany, I traveled up to Copenhagen in Denmark. Back in 1986, while I was in the U.S.A., I had met a lovely girl, Vivi from Denmark. We spent a little time together in Northern California before going our separate ways, but we had exchanged addresses. Two years later, I decided to visit her. Vivi gave me a place to stay for a week, and together we explored Copenhagen. We also took a short trip over to Sweden for two days to visit her sister.

Denmark - Sweden

Stopping at the Danish Royal Palace, I admired the elegance and history that make it such an iconic part of Copenhagen.

I explored the Copenhagen countryside and wandered around the colorful Nyhavn district, with views stretching over to Christianshavn. Vivi showed me around, and we also spent time in Sweden, where I met her niece — a lovely family visit.

Time to move on again — I left Denmark and headed south to Amsterdam, now that’s a fun place. Between the cake shops, cookie bars, and hostels on converted boats, there was plenty to see and do. I spent a few days on one of the boat hostels, meeting new friends, and we eventually moved closer to the city — much easier to get home after sampling hash cookies, ganja cake, and a few beers.

After Amsterdam, I took the train down to Paris, changed trains, and continued straight to Barcelona, Spain — another fantastic destination. I really enjoyed the Spanish hospitality, and the food was absolutely delicious.

Amsterdam

In the heart of Amsterdam, I explored the bustling Centrum around Central Station, visited the Anne Frank House, and wandered along the many waterways threading through the city. I also checked out the famous Bulldog Bar for all your cookie needs and saw the many boats converted into hostels — a unique way to stay in the city.

I stopped to visit the Anne Frank House, a place heavy with history and emotion. Walking through the narrow rooms and corridors, I was struck by the reality of Anne’s life in hiding — the cramped spaces, the hidden staircases, and the simple furnishings that framed her extraordinary story. It was a deeply moving experience, a sobering reminder of the human cost of intolerance and the enduring power of hope and resilience. 

I made sure to stop by the famous Bulldog Bar, a lively spot that had earned its reputation for good drinks and a vibrant atmosphere. Just a short walk away, I wandered along one of Amsterdam’s many picturesque waterways, the canals lined with historic buildings and charming bridges. 

One of the many boats moored along Amsterdam’s canals had been converted into a hostel, offering affordable accommodation for backpackers. I stayed on the boat for a few days, enjoying the unique experience of living right on the water. It was cozy and communal, full of travelers swapping stories and tips about exploring the city. After a few days, I decided to move closer to the heart of Amsterdam for the last part of my stay, eager to be within walking distance of the main sights.

Leaving Amsterdam, I traveled by train to Paris, made a quick transfer, and continued onward to Barcelona, Spain — ready for another exciting chapter of my journey.

Spain

Barcelona was a feast for the eyes, with Antoni Gaudí’s unique architecture visible all around the city. His landmarks — from the towering spires of the Sagrada Família to the whimsical mosaics of Park Güell and the ornate details of Palau Güell — gave the city a distinctive character unlike anywhere else. Walking the streets, I was constantly amazed by the creativity and imagination poured into every façade, balcony, and rooftop. The flowing lines, vibrant colors, and organic shapes made even ordinary buildings feel like works of art. Gaudí’s vision was everywhere, transforming Barcelona into a living gallery.

Seeing the towering spires of the Sagrada Família up close was breathtaking, each intricate detail reflecting the genius of Gaudí and the spirit of Barcelona.

Barcelona’s National Museum at Plaça d’Espanya — art, history, and impressive architecture.

Riding the cable car to the top of Montjuïc in Catalonia was an unforgettable experience. As we ascended, the city of Barcelona unfolded beneath me in a patchwork of colorful rooftops, bustling streets, and iconic landmarks. The Sagrada Família rose proudly among the skyline, while the winding paths of Park Güell added splashes of vibrant color. I stopped at the top for some lunch, taking in the view and soaking up the atmosphere.

I paid a visit to Park Güell to admire Gaudí’s famous architectural creations up close. Wandering through the park, I was captivated by the whimsical buildings, colorful mosaics, and flowing, organic shapes. Every terrace, staircase, and pavilion was a work of art, with details that reflected Gaudí’s imaginative vision. From the iconic serpentine bench to the mosaic-covered lizard at the entrance, inviting visitors to explore and marvel at the creativity on display. Walking through Park Güell was like stepping into a dreamscape, where architecture, nature, and art blended in perfect harmony.

From the top of Montjuïc in Catalonia, I had a stunning view of the Port of Barcelona, with its busy docks, yachts.

leaving spain i arived back in london to get a job to continue my travels.I stayed at St Paul’s Cathedral YH and started looking for a job the next day. I was very lucky — I got a job within four hours of searching. What a day! The boss, a Kiwi, offered me a small one-bedroom unit to stay in for free, just around the corner from the site, on the condition that I opened the site at 7 AM. The best part? The unit was across the road from the Frog and Firkin Pub — perfect.

UK

Job site in Westbourne Park, London, with a cozy flat nearby and the Frog and Firkin Pub across the road.

Snow falling outside my unit in Westbourne Park — a peaceful London winter scene.

I spent some time taking in a few more sights around London and met Paul, whose father was the CEO of Coca-Cola in the USA. It was interesting chatting with him and hearing about his experiences.

With Christmas approaching fast, I had to decide whether to stay in London for another month (Yuk) or move on. I had enough money to continue my travels, and with an invitation to spend Christmas with one of the bricklayers on site, the decision was easy. I headed north to Scotland, stopping in Leeds to stay with Warren for a couple of days and spent Christmas with him and his family — a warm and memorable holiday.

Leaving Leeds, I met Dario from Australia. We were both heading in the same direction, so we decided to travel together for a while. We hitched up to Edinburgh, then on to Aviemore, and continued to Inverness. Hitchhiking in Scotland was incredibly easy. From Inverness, we traveled to Fort William and then down to Oban on the west coast — the gateway to the Hebrides Islands.

From Oban, we took a ferry over to Larne in Northern Ireland and hitched to Ballygally to find the youth hostel. The next morning, the owner drove us to the M8, where we hitched a ride to Belfast. We arrived late in the afternoon, and with no YH available, we wandered the city until we met some girls who snuck us into the dorm at Queen’s University Belfast — a hard floor, but at least a bed. I spent the next couple of days exploring the bars in Belfast with Dario before heading back to London.

Scotland

The Forth Bridge in Scotland actually refers to two iconic structures that span the Firth of Forth near Edinburgh: the Old Forth Bridge and the New Forth Road Bridge.

We arrived in Aviemore hoping to find a little work at the snowfields, but as you can see, there wasn’t much snow this season. With the slopes looking bare and opportunities limited, we made the most of it by celebrating New Year’s here. After the festivities, we didn’t linger and continued our journey north to Inverness.

Leaving Aviemore and heading through the Highlands, we stopped at Loch an Eilein, where a picturesque little castle sits on a small island in the loch, A ruin, surrounded by calm waters and dense woodland, made for a striking scene. From there, we hitched a ride into Inverness.

After reaching Inverness, we made our way to the famous Loch Ness, just a short drive from the city. The road wound through rolling hills and dense patches of forest, giving glimpses of the loch through occasional breaks in the trees. As we approached, the water stretched out before us in a vast, dark expanse. Visitors strolled along the shoreline, and small boats dotted the water. We took a moment to soak in the legendary atmosphere, imagining the centuries of stories and sightings that had made Loch Ness world-famous. 

While visiting Loch Ness, we stopped at Urquhart Castle, perched dramatically on the loch’s edge. The ruins are steeped in history, dating back to the 13th century, and walking among the crumbling walls and towers, it was easy to imagine the lives of the soldiers, clansmen, and nobles who once defended this strategic site. The remnants of the gatehouse, towers, and curtain walls told stories of battles fought, sieges endured, and centuries of changing power in the Highlands. As we wandered through the castle grounds, informational plaques recounted its turbulent past, including conflicts during the Wars of Scottish Independence. 

From Inverness, we made our way southwest to Oban, a charming coastal town often called the “Gateway to the Hebrides Islands.” Nestled on a natural harbor, Oban is renowned for its seafood, lively waterfront, and bustling ferry terminal.

Leaving Inverness, we met two Aussie sisters who were also hitchhiking to Oban. To make the journey more fun, we made a bet: whoever arrived last would have to cook dinner for the others. Naturally, Dario and I ended up last, so we picked up a bottle of wine and prepared a hearty spaghetti Bolognese for the girls.

After dinner, we headed to the local pub for drinks, sharing laughs as we tried (and mostly failed) to play the bagpipes. It was one of those nights filled with good food, laughter, and unforgettable memories on the road. Later, we spent some time enjoying the waterfront, soaking in the atmosphere and having a bit of fun.

That evening, we settled in for a relaxed dinner with the girls. Dario and I had prepared the spaghetti Bolognese as part of our little bet, and we opened a bottle of wine to share, adding to the cozy, cheerful atmosphere. The meal was simple but satisfying, full of laughter and playful teasing about who had arrived last. As we ate, we swapped travel stories, shared tips for exploring the Highlands

From Oban, the girls returned to London, while Dario and I continued our adventure, taking a ferry over to Larne in Northern Ireland. From there, we hitched a ride to Ballygally, searching for the local youth hostel where we planned to spend the night. 

The following morning, the owner kindly drove us to the M8, and we managed to hitch a ride toward Belfast. We arrived late in the afternoon, only to find that no youth hostels had availability. Undeterred, we wandered the city streets until we met a couple of local girls who graciously sneaked us into the dorm at Queen’s University Belfast. The accommodations had a hard floor instead of proper beds—but at least we had a place to rest.

Over the next couple of days, I spent my time exploring Belfast with Dario, discovering the city’s lively bar scene, sampling local brews, and enjoying the unique blend of culture, music, and friendly chatter that seemed to fill every corner. Eventually, our Northern Ireland adventure came to a close, and I made my way back to London, carrying with me memories of unexpected kindness, spontaneous adventures, and the vibrant energy of the cities and countryside we’d passed through.

Ireland

After leaving Oban, we headed to Larne, a seaport town in Northern Ireland. Known for its ferry connections to Scotland, Larne served as our gateway across the Irish Sea.

From Larne, we made our way across to Ballygally Headland, a stunning stretch of Northern Ireland’s coastline.

When we reached Belfast city centre, it was surprisingly quiet, with the streets feeling almost empty. To make matters trickier, there was nowhere safe to leave our bags, which made exploring a bit challenging.

Throughout Belfast, we noticed graffiti on many buildings, much of it representing the people’s struggle for freedom and political expression. Murals and street art told powerful stories of history, identity, and community, reflecting decades of conflict as well as hope for the future. Walking through the city, it was impossible not to be struck by how art and activism were intertwined, turning ordinary walls into vivid reminders of Belfast’s complex past.

In Belfast, Dario and I met up with another Aussie traveler, and together we decided to visit the Guinness Factory. The highlight, of course, was sampling some of the famous brew for free.

Leaving Ireland, Dario and I went our separate ways, and I made my way back to the UK, stopping along the way to catch up with old friends. I visited Tracey and Claire, the girls I had met in New York three years earlier. We spent the day at the Worm and Lettuce Pub for drinks, then moved on to the Crown and Axe for dinner. After staying the night, I headed to Coventry for a few weeks to unwind and recharge.

With time running out, I returned to London and soon after hitchhiked to Bath for the night — a beautiful city famed for its natural baths and stunning Georgian architecture. The next morning, I got a lift quickly to Stonehenge, where I spent three hours exploring the mysterious stones before catching another lift back to London. Back in the city, I reunited with friends I had met on my travels and enjoyed a few lively nights out.

I spent the final couple of days in London taking in the usual tourist sights before preparing for the next leg of my journey: India and Nepal. Nepal had always been a dream destination for me, and I was finally setting out to experience a trek through its breathtaking landscapes — a long-awaited adventure I had been imagining for years, ready to turn into reality.

UK

Tracey and Claire’s hometown of Newcastle upon Tyne. We spent the day at the Worm and Lettuce Pub for drinks and then moved on to the Crown and Axe for dinner. After staying the night, I headed to Coventry for a few weeks to unwind and recharge.

The next morning, I made a quick stop at Stonehenge to take a look at the mysterious stones.

I stopped in Coventry for a few days, staying with a good friend’s uncle who kindly showed me around the town. He took me to local sights.

Finally back in London, I met up with two girls, Mel and Beth, and we decided to take a day trip down to Brighton. The seaside town was lively and full of energy, with its famous pier, colorful beach huts, and bustling promenade.

The next day, Mel,Beth and I spent the day wandering around London, just having a bit of fun. We strolled through the busy streets, dipped into cafés and shops, and took in some of the city’s landmarks at a relaxed pace. It wasn’t about sightseeing so much as enjoying each other’s company and soaking up the lively energy of the city.

India

This journey through India and Nepal lasted about three months. I started in Bombay, then headed north to Delhi, west to Agra, and finally all the way up into Nepal for the trek. After the trek, I made my way back south to Goa to relax for a while before continuing into Southeast Asia.

The trek in Nepal was easily the highlight of my trip so far—absolutely incredible. And India… well, you really have to see it for yourself. You either love it or hate it. Experiencing a country like India is a true eye-opener.

Arriving very early in Bombay, I checked into a cheap but decent hotel to get my bearings. Flying in over the city, the first thing that struck me was the stark poverty — so many people homeless, living in cardboard boxes or sleeping on median strips along the roads. The streets were overwhelming, filled with smells and filth that were impossible to describe, yet the people seemed to carry on, somehow accepting it as part of daily life.

    Back Bay, Bombay (Mumbai) — Kids jumping off the Gateway.

The luxury hotel Taj Mahal Palace & Tower

later in 2008 it was one of the sites targeted during the November 26 2008 attacks in Mumbai. The attacks were carried out by ten gunmen believed to be connected to Lashkar-e-Taiba, a Pakistan-based terrorist organization. Armed with automatic weapons and hand grenades, the terrorists targeted civilians at multiple locations in southern Mumbai, including Chhatrapati Shivaji Railway Station, the popular Leopold Café, two hospitals, and a theatre.

While most attacks ended within a few hours after beginning around 9:30 pm, the terror continued at three locations where hostages were taken: Nariman House, a Jewish outreach centre, and the Taj Mahal Palace & Tower.

Beautiful country, people do what they have to do to survive, to us, it’s a different world, and to them it’s day to day living.

A snake charmer, that’s his job to make money, sitting for hours to make his daily wage.

  Haj Ali Tomb, at high tide it is an island tomb and can only enter at low tide, that’s in Back Bay.

The next day I got a boat from the Gateway to India, over to elephant island, it’s another temple of the elephant god.

Looking back at the Gateway and the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel.

The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel is a five star hotel located in the Colaba region of Mumbai, Maharashtra, India, next to the Gateway of India.

The elephant temple.

The Elephanta Caves are a network of sculpted caves located on Elephanta Island, (literally "the city of caves") in Mumbai Harbour, 10 kilometres to the east of the city of Mumbai in the Indian state of Maharashtra. The island, located on an arm of the Arabian Sea, consists of two groups of caves—the first is a large group of five Hindu caves, the second, is a smaller group of two Buddhist caves. The Hindu caves contain rock cut stone sculptures, representing the Shaiva Hindu sect, dedicated to the god Shiva.

On the left is the Hindu caves and the right are the Buddhist Caves.

This is a view from the top of Elephant Island.

Sunset on back Bay Bombay, (Mumbai)

 I left Bombay, I got a train up to Udaipur, 10hrs, the longest train ride ever. I met 2 African brothers from Kenya on the train, they are studying art in India. I finally got to Udaipur, I booked into the Hotel Sagar 15 rupees, that’s like $1, how good is that, had a beautiful view of Moti Magri Hill (Pearl Hill) from the rooftop. It’s so easy to meet people in India, travellers from every corner of the world, what a great place to visit. Two people stood out, Kim and Jeff  from England, the reason is, Jeff was travelling blind, he was an amazing person to speak to, how he could explain about the country in a very different way, he was so incredible.

Arriving in Udaipur city train station, the city is well know for the James Bond movie Octopussy.

The Taj Lake Palace 

Its culture, and scenic locations, Udaipur City is also known for its Rajput-era palaces. The Lake Palace, for instance, covers an entire island in the Pichola Lake. Many of the palaces have been converted into luxury hotels. It is often called the "Venice of the East", and is also nicknamed the "Lake City" or "City of Lakes, Well know in the James Bond movie Octopussy. On lake Picholia, the largest in India.

This is the view from the Hotel Sagars rooftop, looking over Udaipur City.

A great view of Moti Magri hill in the background

The exterior of the Udaipur City Palace.

An elephant on the grounds of the City Palace.

I went for a bike ride up to Moti Magri hills. (Pearl Hill,) on the way up there was many slum areas just on the side of the road.

Looking down at Udaipur City from Moti Magri hill.

One of many beautiful sunsets from Moti Magri hills. (Pearl Hill)

The remains of the SahastraBahu temples of the 9th & 10th century AD, This temple is on the Archaeological Survey of India's list of heritage monuments.

I got the train to Jaipur, trains are a great way to travel in India, but the seats are not very comfortable.

Camels and elephant are used as taxis, trucks or just everyday transport, carrying all types of things.

Hawa Mahal  "Palace of Winds" or "Palace of the Breeze"), is a palace in Jaipur, India, it was named because it was essentially a high screen wall built so the women of the royal household could observe street festivities while unseen from the outside. Constructed of red and pink sandstone, the palace sits on the edge of the City Palace, and extends to the zenana, or women's chambers.

The palace of the winds is a landmark in Jaipur, and one big palace.

The Ajmeri gate into Jaipur city, this is one of the main gates.

 I then got another train up to the famous Taj Mahal in Agra, where they make the best bang lassies, they are yogurt, milkshakes with a bit of gunga in it just to give you a nice relaxing buzz. Agra has to be the one of the best cities in all of India, the serenity is beautiful, at night it’s a whole different story the city comes alive with night markets singing in the streets, there is a wedding nearly every night on the streets. Such a great place.

I was staying at the Shanti Lodge in Agra, this is the view from the rooftop, with the Taj Mahal in the background.

Just relaxing in the gardens of the Taj Mahal, away from the hustle and bustle of the Indian street vendors.

The fort can be more accurately described as a walled city. Inside Agra Fort.

One of many Indian weddings, they just stroll down the street on horse back with music playing and people dancing, and donating money to the groom.

  Leaving Agra and got the train up to Varanasi, home on the Ganges River; also know as the Holly River. People come from all over to wash, drink, swim you name it, even shit in it.Varanasi is the spiritual capital of India, on the banks of theGanga inUttar Pradesh. It is often referred to as "the holy city of India", "the religious capital of India", "the city ofshiva", and "the city of learning". Some Hindus believe that death at Varanasi bringssalvation. It is one of theoldest continuously inhabited cities in the world. Varanasi is also known as the favourite city of the Hindu deityLord Shiva as it has been mentioned in theRigveda that this city in older times was known asKashi. 

        They have the Gats, which are concrete piers going out into the water, that’s where they burn the bodies then into the Ganges river. You sometimes see half burnt bodies floating down the river, people shitting in the river, while downstream other people are washing themselves, washing clothes, brushing their teeth, and some even drinking the water. All because they say it’s the holy river. You have the Bubbas who sit naked on the Ganges eat just potatoes and rub the ash all over their body, while smoking Chillums which is a little hashish pipe.

Different views of the Ganges River. From a boat in the middle of the river.

People washing themselves, washing clothes or just hanging out on the world famous Ganges River.

  As used in many parts of NorthernSouth Asia, the term ghat refers to a series of steps leading down to a body of water, particularly a holy river. InHindu traditions, cremation is one of therites of passage and the Ghats of Varanasi are considered one of the auspicious locations for this ritual.[4] At the time of the cremation or "last rites," a "Puja" (prayer) is performed. Hymns and mantras are recited during cremation to mark the ritual. The Manikarnika and Harishchandra Ghats are dedicated to the cremation ritual. Annually, less than 2 in 1000 people who die in India, or 25,000 to 30,000 bodies are cremated on various Varanasi Ghats; about an average of 80 per day. This practice has become controversial for the pollution it causes to the river.

At the Manikarnika Ghat in Varanasi, boats of firewood arrive all day to burn a high volume of dead bodies.

The bodies of the wealthier deceased are elaborately decorated prior to cremation.

Bodies are burned daily in cremation ceremonies near the banks of the river—sometimes, up to 200 cremations a day are performed.

As the body burns, last rites are performed. A water-filled pot is thrown into the air. When it lands and breaks, it symbolizes the escape of the soul from the material body and marks the soul’s journey toward heaven.

Rowing my way out on the Ganges River.

It just happened to be in Varanasi for a lunar eclipse, Maha Shivratri (the 'Great Night of Shiva') is a Hindu festival celebrated in reverence of Lord Shiva. It is the day Shiva was married to Parvati. The Maha Shivratri festival, also popularly known as 'Shivratri' or 'Great Night of Lord Shiva', is observed on the 13th night/14th day in the Krishna Paksha every year on the month of Falgun according to the Hindu calendar. It marks the convergence of Shiva and Shakti. Maha Shivratri is celebrated on the Krishna Paksha Chaturdashi of Hindu calendar month Maagha which falls in February or March as per the Gregorian calendar. Of the twelve Shivaratris in the year, the Maha Shivarathri is the most holy.

        Indians came from all over for this to celebrate on the holy river, that night you can not move, we were dragged into the police station to watch everyone prey at the river from a safe and less crowded place, it was bizarre to watch. The next day “poof” everyone just disappeared as if they weren’t even here. 

People walking down to the Ganges river on Maha Shivratri night.

It was time to go north upto Nepal for some time, spending about 1 month in Nepal, most of the time trekking up the Annapurna Mountains. It's better as you do a complete circle, no backtracking, always a different view.

Nepal

The trip to Nepal started at Katmandu, just for a few days, then on to Pokhara to start the trek. The trek was for 26 days reaching the summit of the Annapurna Mountains to 5400 meters, (17769ft) and temperatures down to – 40% with the wind chill factor, (fu….. cold.) BUT it was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life, and something I will never forget.

        The landscape changed every day, as you get higher in the mountains, and also the weather, the people have absolutely nothing, but are happier than most people in the western countries. The children have hardly any clothes snotty noses uncombed hair, but the biggest smile, and they are so happy to see people walk through their village day after day. Ok, so they do get things from the foreigners, mainly loose change from their pockets.

        Freak Street in Katmandu: is where most of the guest houses  and markets are, and it holds it’s name well FREAK STREET, man, is there some weird people hanging out there, lost in another world and can’t get out, or lost in their own world and don’t want to get out. Who knows.

A happy Nepalese lady spinning wool, and a cheeky kid, just having fun.

The Bishnumati River, flowing in the Kathmandu Valley, Bishnumati means the beloved river of Lord Vishnu. A few of the holiest places of the Kathmandu Valley are on the opposite banks of this river. Karbir Masan, a revered cemetery is also on the bank of this river, Bishnumati  is one of the most important rivers of the valley. It provides water for drinking, cultivating agriculture and ritual purposes for the local citizens. It has rich ritual cultural values.  

Bishnuthati river in Katmandu a holy river where they cremate most of the bodies, in view for anyone who wants to watch.

      Some of the guys I met at the Guest House, we all went for a short taxi ride and walk to the Swayambhunath Temple and the Pushupatinath Temple,  which apparently the biggest Hindu Temple in the world.

        Swayambhunath; is an ancient religious complex atop a hill in the Kathmandu Valley, west of Kathmandu city. It is also known as the Monkey Temple as there are holy monkeys living in the north-west parts of the temple. The Swayambhunath complex consists of a Stupa, a variety of shrines and temples, Much of Swayambhunath's iconography comes from the Vajrayana tradition of Newar Buddhism. However, the complex is also an important site for Buddhists of many schools, and is also revered by Hindus.

Swayambhunath Temple, you can see it on top of the hill.

The stairway up to the top of the Swayambhunatu Temple.

The view the Swayambhunatu Temple also known as the Monkey Temple, looking down at Katmandu.

Inside the Pushupatinath Temple, doing their washing.

  Baba Girri: India Vishnu religion holy priest, ram Hindu they bath in the Ganges river, Lal Baba has dreadlocks several meters long, which have been growing for over 40 years, they're smoking Chillums which is an important part of the daily lives of devout Hindus. The tribal leaders, called Babas and who are priests under Sadhus. They sit by a fire, eat potatoes and rub the ash from the fire all over themselves. Some weird shit happens over here.

A Baba (very religious Hindu) on the way to the Pushupatinath temple.

The main Stupa at the Pushupatinath Temple, Katmandu.

        We were breathless and sweating as we stumbled up the last steep steps and practically fell upon the biggest Vajra (thunder-bolt scepter) that I have ever seen. Behind this Vajra was the vast, round, white dome of the Stupa, at the top were two giant Buddha eyes wisely looking out over the peaceful valley which was just beginning to come alive.

  It was time to leave Kathmandu and head over to Pokhara to start the 22 day trek. Arriving late in the afternoon I found a place to stay, the Star Lodge, Pokhara, I met a great bunch of  travelers. The next day I had to apply for a trekking visa, I got a 1 month visa, you have to go through check points on your trek so no one will get lost, I was doing it all by myself.

It was a bit of a walk around to Phewa Lake, Pokhara from the bus stop, the main road to Phewa Lake where most of the lodges are.

Phewa Lake is a freshwater lake in Nepal located in the south of the Pokhara Valley that includes Pokhara city; The Lake is stream-fed but a dam regulates the water reserve, therefore, the lake is classified as semi-natural freshwater lake. It is the second largest lake in Nepal, Phewa lake is located at an altitude of 742 m it covers an area of about 5.23 km2  with an average depth of about 8.6m,  The Annapurna range on the north is only about 28 km away from the lake, and the lake is famous for the reflection of mount Machhapuchhre and other mountain peaks of the Annapurna and Dhaulagiri ranges on its surface.

The beautiful Phewa Lake, Pokhara.

I had to take this photo of a happy Nepalese family whilst I was walking around,

the  family willing to sit for a picture.

Amazing to watch them put a new roof on a house, looks like the women do all the hard work.

   This circuit is considered one of the best treks in the world, the road construction is threatening its reputation and its future as a classic trek. Yet no one disputes that the scenery is outstanding: 17 to 21 days long, this trek takes you through distinct regional scenery of rivers, flora, fauna and above all - mountains. There are four regions that are passed through on the trek; Lamjung, Manang, Mustang and Myagdi. Manang and Mustang are the higher elevations and are predominantly Tibetan Buddhist. 

        The trek goes counter-clockwise from Besisahar to Nayapul and reaches its summit in Thorung La (pass) at the height of 5416m. The route goes past the following mountains: Manaslu (an 8,000-plus meter peak), Langtang Himal, Annapurna II and IV, Annapurna III and Gangapurna, and, of course, Annapurna I and Dhaulagiri -- passing through the world's deepest gorge in between those two 8,000-plus meter peaks. Poon Hill, at the end of the trek, affords views of those two mountains, as well as South Annapurna and Macchupucchre, the "Fishtail Mountain."

        The trek also goes through Buddhist villages and Hindu holy sites, most notably the village of Muktinath, a holy site for both Buddhists and Hindus, and Braga, one of the oldest monasteries in the region. 

The trekking permit for Nepal immigration: the permit had to be signed at certain checkpoints on the way around the mountains, so you don't end up in restricted areas.

 I got to Dumre to start the trek by myself, whist waiting I met a Canadian guy, Pat, and an American couple Stefane and Ronnie. We had a good chat and decided to stick together until we got over Thorong La pass. We got a truck to the place to start the trek staying at most places we could, some villages we just by passed to the next, still taking our time soaking it all up.

Day 1; 790m   

 We left Beshi Sahar, crossed many bridges at Lumagon to Khodi, onto Ngadi, then a climb to Lampata to Bahundanda, staying for the night

The village started at 790 m finished 1310 m.

Myself on a safe bridge, Ronnie and Stephan on one of many suspension bridges.             

Ngadi waterfall, 1120 m.

Day 2; 1310 m

We crossed so many suspension bridges, some were safe and some, well, you let someone else go first. Passing another beautiful waterfall.We walk from Bahundanda and stopping at Chamje for the night at the Tibetian Hotel. 

Chamje village.1310 m to 1400 m.

  The Nepalese people just put a hotel sign on their house and you stay with the family, they are super friendly people. I love this place.

Stayed at the Tibetan Hotel in Chamje Village.

We came across a whole lot of marijuana just growing wild (yes, we did pick some.) And a whole lot of donkeys blocking the path, what a hassle it was to get through, seemed to take forever, you can see Ronnie and Stefan, not moving at all.

Finally, we got away from those donkeys, resting up a bit on the way to Jagat, filling our water up.

Crossing another bridge with this view of the river through the mountains.

        Day 3; 2160 m.

We left Chamje, it was a steep climb to a flat valley at Tal, we had a break then onto Dharapani for lunch, the it was up and down , finally stopping at Bagarchap for the night, we had a beautiful view of Lamjung peak and Annapurna II. 1400 m to 2160 m.

We stopped for lunch at Dharapani, got a nice picture of the local kids.

This is where we stopped for lunch at Dharapani.

Bagarchap for the night, stayed with a family who cooked a beautiful dinner.

Just a little further on we got this amazing view of Annapurna II. that's where we are heading.

        Day 4; 2685 m.

We left Bagarchap and walked through a narrow valley through a pine forest, then a stairway to hell, it just went up and up. We stopped at Koto for some pictures and lunch, then onto Chame for the night, at the Amar Lodge. 2160 m to 2685 m.

Just leaving our lodge at Bagarchap, looks like it might snow.

Another great photo of a local man in the village of Koto, he was just sitting there stripping bamboo down. I love his jacket.

Down the road in Koto we found a place to have some lunch, and more amazing views.

 View of Annapurna in the back ground, that where we are heading.

Stopped for lunch at Koto, what a view.

The town of Chame, where we will spend the night.

The owner of the Amar Lodge where we stayed the night, and the local store she owned.

Time for Pat to do some washing, mainly socks and underwear.

Day 5: 2685 m       

We all decided to stay the day in Chame to rest, we heard about the hot springs here, so we did all our washing and had our first wash in 5 day, everyone was a bit on the nose. Later that afternoon it started to snow, and snowed all night, most of us sat around and wrote some letters. 2685 m.

   Funny story about arriving in Chame, 15mins before we got the village we decided to fill our water containers up from the river, we put the purifying tablets in, waited 10 mins to have a drink, Ahhh beautiful fresh mountain water, so refreshing. Finally, we got to Chame after drinking all our water, got to the hotel, checked in, did our washing at the hot springs and had a bit of a wash, getting back to the hotel I asked where the toilet was and she pointed over behind me, it was a little shack over the river, we all just looked at each other and started to feel sick, you see we just realized we fill our water cans downstream of where the toilet was situated. We all had a good laugh, AND fill our cans up just as we leave any village, upstream of the toilets.

The village of Chame.

A Nepalese Sherpa with a load on. 

We found the hot springs, so Stephan and myself decided to have a wash, and do our washing.  

 Day 6; 2685 m to 3200 m

We all got an early start, it was so white outside, we stopped at Pisang for lunch then it started to snow again, just a little, stopping at Ongre for the night, just sat by a nice fire and talked. 2685 m to 3200 m.

Leaving Chame, snowed all night.

Ronnie and Stephan leading the way to Pisang for a lunch break. im right behind them.

Day 7; 3200 m to 3475 m.         

 We left Ongre, it was a short walk for today, just had to reach Manang for a few days to acclimatise. We took our time walking through Mungi Mountain’s, and then it started to snow so we moved on through Braga and onto Manang for the next couple of days. We got in early so decided to take an altitude sickness course 3200 m to 3475 m.

We left Ongre and had a short walk through the Mungi Mountain’s. Me with the village of Ongri in the background.

Walking through the Mungi Mountain range.

It started to snow the last 1 hour walk to Braga, so we stopped for the night.the temperature got down to -35 degrees that night with the wind chill factor.

The snow got quiet heavy as we arrived in Braga.

The Nepalese priest had a place to stay for us for the night.

We all got a nice dinner a fire to sit by for the night.

Then a few more trekkers arrived and stayed also, the family was so nice, it wasn’t even a hotel.

Day 8 & 9; 

We all had a lazy day, Pat and myself walked to the frozen lake and ice cave, and just to have a good look around taking it easy, as the trek gets hard from here on for the next 3 to 4 days.

     The next day I walked up to the big Tibetan Gompa (temple), just sat there for a few hours taking in the amazing view, then went back to the lodge had had a good chat with other trekkers.

Manang Village.

Pat and myself walked to a frozen lake and ice cave.

I walked up to the big Tibetan Gompa (temple), just sat there for a few hours taking in the amazing view, then went back to the lodge had had a good chat with other trekkers.

Inside the Tibetan Gompa (temple).

 Day 10; 3475 m to 4110 m.       

We left Manang and walked to Ledar staying the night, I was so sick and couldn’t go on, I went to bed early to rest up. 3475 m to 4110 m.

On the way to Ledar we stopped at another Gompa for a quick look.  

When we got to Ledar we met up with five other trekkers, so we all decided to stay together until we got over the pass. The others were doctors and nurses, just what I need, as I was sick as a dog, they pumped me with medicine to help me out.

Pat, Ronnie and Stephan, with the other trekkers, just sitting around having a good chat about what tomorrow will bring.

Day 11; 5416 m,

 We were leaving Ledar with the  5 other people, who were all doctors, we all went to Phedi, which is the place you stay before the pass at 5416 m, if you don’t get over the pass before 11am you have to turn around and try the next day, apparently the winds are so strong after 11am. So we all got settled for the night and had to get up at 4am to get over the pass.  

Views of Thorong Pass

Over the horizon you can see the little cabin, its where we will spend the last night before we head over Thorong Pass 55416 m.

  Day 12; 3802 m

We all left Phedi, a little late, 5.30am in the pitch dark, we heard some strange noises, maybe it was Sasquatch. Half way up I had to put my feet up Pats shirt, as I had, what they call an empty boot, couldn’t feel my toes and they were starting to go black. Took us 4 hours to reach the pass, so freaking amazing to reach the summit at 5416 m, we got all our photos and headed down before the winds. We then descended for 1 hour then had a good rest, then another 4 hours down to Muktinath for the night at 3802 m, Pat saved my toes, still a little numb but a lot better.

Just as the sun rises, a 4 hour trek, we can see Thorong pass, 5416m. What a magnificent view.

Going throuh Thorong Pass

Me at the top of the world, Thorong pass 5416m on the Annapurna trail.

 We had to get a picture of the 4 of us, we all started together, Stephane, Ronnie, Pat and myself 5416m, Thorong pass Annapurna trail.

The ten of us who did the last two days together to get over the pass, we all decided to stick together for the next 5 ½ hours to the next village, Muktinah, then we went our separate ways.

The slow walk down, gets a bit hard on your knees.

Once we got clear of the pass, we stopped to have some breakfast, oats and water and a chocolate bar.

Looking down at Muktinah.

       Day 13; 3802m

We all stayed in Muktinah for the night, 3802m, Pat and I decided to do the rest alone, even left Stephane and Ronnie.

Pat and I left Muktinah around 8am, 3802m.

We somehow had to cross this river to get to Jomson, the bridge was nowhere in sight, we found a way down and a safe place to cross, arriving at Jomson 2713m, around 4pm.

     What a magnificent view of the Annapurna ranges and beautiful view of Jomson.

Once we got to Jomson 2713m, we found a lady who was getting water, she baked some fresh bread and made us a cup of tea, it was like heaven after eating oat, nuts and chocolate bars the last 6 days.

Pat and myself are having some breakfast in Jomson.

       Day 14; 2713 m.

The next morning I wasn’t feeling the best, found a local doctor to get some medication, spent the day just looking around Jomson, not much, but found a great viewpoint, just sat there and wrote some letters, just had a very relaxing day.

  Day 15: 2713m

We left Jomson 2713m, and got to Larjung and stopped for lunch.   

Day 16:         

We left late, as it was going to be a big day's walk to Tatopani, on the way we could of got some great photos of the Annapurna range, unfortunately I was running out of rolls of film. Which i wasn't happy about. So had to pick my photos.

Leaving Lete, across another suspension bridge.We came across a beautiful waterfall, and a donkey trail.

Day 17-18-19:        

We got to Tatopani, 1188m, had some fresh oranges and great food, and met up with another Ozi guy, Darren. Stayed in Tatopani the next day went to the hot springs then came back and had the best shower ever, second shower in 18 days, then back to do some washing, and sat around just relaxing.

 The next day we left Tatopani, Darren came with us also. We climbed back up to 1920m, to Sikha, had some lunch, then climbed up to Chitre 2316m, and stayed the night.

Got a great photo of the Annapurna ranges at Chitre.

Day 20-21-22:        

The end of the trek, the last few days there wasn’t much to see, we stayed at Poon hill for a night, then onto Birethanti for the night, 1563m, the last day we stopped at Ulliers for lunch the a short walk to Pokhara, our 22 day trek is done.

You can see how bad my feet were after the minor case of frostbite, my toes were numb for around 4 months, by the time I got home to Australia I got my feeling back, it was worth every minute of the trek.

Pat, Darren and myself met up with Stephane and Ronnie again, so we all decided to take a sail boat out on Pokhara Lake for the day.

       We all had a great time, but its time to go our own way now, Darren and I traveled together for some time we went back in India and worked our way down to Goa, just to relax for a while.

India

Time to leave Nepal, left Pokhara in the early morning on the bus to Sunuli on the Indian boarder, and another short bus trip to Gorakapur, the bus trip was HELL, had to stand up for 3 hrs bus was absolutely packed. Finally got a train ticket to Lucknow, it was a night train so I could have a nice sleep (yeah right have you been on an Indian train). Then straight to Delhi to renew my visa, spending 4 days looking around New and Old Delhi, down to Mumbai, then down to Goa for 10 days to relax before going back to Mumbai to fly out to Singapore.

  I stayed at Ghandi’s Lodge in New Delhi. The next day we just walked around the city, I posted all my winter clothes back home, as I will be going to the warmer countries. I went to the Thai embassy to get a 3 month visa, then I spent most of the afternoon walking around Safdarjang’s Tomb, and Lodi Tomb New Delhi.  

New Delhi 

Safdarjang’s Tomb.

 Darren and myself booked a train to Mumbai, spend the day at the Red Fort in Old Delhi, the largest Mosque in India.

Where is a taxi when you need one?

The Red Fort Old Delhi.

  If you look at the picture below, you can see a water canal up to the fort, well coming back to India from Nepal, Nepal was so quiet, peaceful, now back in India it was HELL. So we were walking up to the fort and on the sides, they had markets, and in the middle was this canal, with disgusting water, shit floating in it, anyways, this young Indian man kept on asking me if I need a taxi, I kept on saying NO, by the way he was on a 3 wheel bike as the taxi, he rode passed again turned around, he then came straight to me, at the last minute he swerved away, then came up from behind me and hit me in the back of the head. This happened 2 times, so on the next time he came at me as he swerved, I grabbed the bike and tipped it over into the canal, everyone had a good laugh, But not him, he got out ran to a stall in the markets and grabbed a pair of garden shears and yelling out, (I’m going to fucking kill you), so, as you would, I ran like hell to the fort to the temple, lucky it was a temple not of his religion so he couldn’t enter. Darren and I ran to the top and just sat up there for 2 good hours while he was down the bottom waiting. After a while he disappeared so we got the hell out of that area. I have never been so scared in my life.

I could see the NEWS HEADLINES FOREIGNER KILLED WITH GARDEN SHEARS AT RED FORT, BY ANGRY YOUNG INDIAN MAN.

Don’t get me wrong India is a beautiful place, like everywhere, its just that one incident.

From the top of the temple, you can see the markets and water canal in this picture.

Darren, (who I met on the way down from Nepal,) we booked a ticket to Mumbai to go down south to Goa, it was an 18 hour overnight bus, we just wanted to relax by the ocean for a few days, just to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities.

      Benaulim Beach Goa.

Time to get a nice shave.

   Got to Benaulim Beach, found a guesthouse, got the last room. The American navy ships were  offshore, so the prices double.

Just relaxing. Benaulim Beach guest house Goa, Darren, deciding what to do.

The ladies walk along the beach to buy the catch of the day, fresh fish.

They bring in fish on the beach every morning.

He cooked a mean fish with Goan curry sauce.

 We got up early and went to Benaulim beach to get a motorbike, we rode into Margoa then went north to Panajim, to Old Goa. We had to get ferried across many waterways, from Old Goa to the Mandovi river to get a ferry to Divar Island. Goa has many tiny islands, you can go across with this so called ferry system, and it didn’t look too safe but the Indians use so we tried it, and survived once again. 

The Chapora Fort.

 Main town Margoa, it took Darren around 3 hrs to fill a form to send a parcel back to Australia, it was so funny.

The markets in Margoa

 Just waiting for the ferry.

Approaching the other side, we made safe and sound.

We came across this old church on Divar Island

Mr and Mrs Matheus, in the back yard, we stayed in the house, they moved the daughter into their room so we had hers.

Mr and Mrs Matheus daughter

Mr and Mrs Matheus daughter and son.

         We got back and spent the next 4 days doing nothing, getting ready for the train back to Mumbai, then I flew to Singapore and Darren went home to Australia.

Thailand

  I arrived in Singapore, just spent the night, then hitchhiked up the east coast of Malaysia, stopping at Cherating Bay, to see an old friend; he has now sold up and moved on, so I did as well. i got to Bangkok, just spending a few days there,I then  went straight up north to Chiang Mai, as Bangkok is way too crowded and polluted for me. I staying just over 1 week with a friend, Dim, doing 4 day trek. I left the north of Thailand and went straight down south to the Islands in the Thai gulf, where I was to meet up with some friends. Spending about 11 weeks on the islands, it was heaven, white sand, crystal clear water at every beach, it was my end of the trip so I just sat back, relaxed, did some fishing smoke a bit, swam, and helped Mr. Rod on the coconut farm, he gave me a little house up the back, away from everyone, I could have stayed another 11 weeks. I met so many people from all around the world, watching them come and go new faces every week, a few exceptions, Rachel and a few others who stayed a long time also with me; we ended up very close friend to this day.

         I was staying at C.H. Guest house in Khao San Banglangpoo, just happen to walk out and I ran into Donna, (Canadian) again, we stayed at the same place in Agra, India and also in Pokhara, Nepal, and Rob, (Ozi) whom I met in Delhi, India, Donna then told me she was staying at C.H. Guest house also.

Spent a good week looking around Chiang Mai, and doing a trek.

Donna, Rob and Byron. On our way to the Culture Centre for the day.

The dragon stairs up to Doi Sutep temple, a hell of a walk but on a clear day, what a view.

Doi Dutep Temple

A beautiful Thai girl in traditional Akha hill tribe clothes, whom I met on the way up to the waterfall and swimming hole.

All the young children come out to see the Falang, (foreigners).

 Khao San Guest House Chiang Mai.

 The first trek, first stop was the Meo Village, which was a 4 hour walk, day 2 was a ½ hour walk 3 ½ elephant ride with ½ hour walk after the elephant ride to the Karen Village, day 3, 4 ½ raft ride down the Mekong river to Shan village and the last day a 3 hour walk to another Akha village to get our ride back. this was the 1st 4 day trek i did. One of many treks.

    Day 1.

                 A few hours in we came across a water hole, so it was time for a swim, Sumbut was first in.

Dim at the first village for the night (Meo Village). Dim was the owner of Northern Treks Thailand, she came on a few treks with us.

Watching the sunset over the Myanmar (Burmese) mountains. Such friendly people, they just take you in for the night.

Day 2

 Next morning we headed off early to go to a small village, a  3hr walk, to get the elephants then we rode to the Karen village 3 ½ hrs by elephant (1hrs walk).

They are just cooling down the elephants and giving them a wash.

I got the best seat, Dim let me ride on the neck most of the time, it’s much more comfortable, special for 3 ½ hrs.

Our next place of stay, the Karen village.

       Arriving at the Karen village around 3.30pm, so enough time have a good look around, what a beautiful country. The Karen people make the rafts for the next journey down the Tang River to the Shan village, there they wait to take the rafts apart, take them back to their village and make them again for the next group to come through.

Just went for a walk, another part of the Karen village.

We all had a swim and a wash in the Tang River.

They are making the rafts for our next adventure down the Tang river.

Day 3.

Woke up the next morning with the local puppy asleep on my stomach, got up, had some breakfast then a 4 ½ hr raft ride down the Tang River, beautiful day and had heaps of fun on the way. On the way we spotted a river snake, so Jomson jumped in and belted it with his bamboo pole, so chilli snake soup for entrée that night, it was very nice

On our way down the Mae Tang River.

Dim got the raft stuck, just for a short time

Carlos and myself trying to navigate the Mae Tang river, we did good, no one overboard yet.

Just taking a small break, drifting down the Tang River.

Arriving at the Shan village, this village was so picturesque, I actually took quite a few pics here, with the new huts built right on the river high up so in the wet season they are still high and dry

Arriving at the Shan village.

Day 4.

The last day! We walked from the Shan village up to the Akha village where Sumbut’s mum and daughter met us, we then walk to his village, to look around.

Arriving at the Akha village.

Akah Village locals trying to sell things, just to make a living.

Akah Village locals trying to sell things, just to make a living.

Subut and his family

Akah Village locals trying to sell things, just to make a living. 

Sumbuts brother

It was time to say goodbye to Chiang Mai for a while, so up time to head further north to the golden triangle for a few days, so peaceful and relaxing. Northern Thailand would be one of my favorite places to go I just love the people, food and the smell in the air. Stayed in Chiang Mai for the night before heading up north.

Picture of the moat around the old Chiang Mai city.

I arrived in Chiang Rai around 1pm stayed at the Country Guest House, for the night, got a push-bike and rode around town to find a bar, and a place to hire a motorbike so I could ride up to Chiang Sean, the Golden Triangle. Yes, I found both, the Banana Leaf Bar run by a Canadian, I sat down and had a few drinks with him and for some tips, and he was very helpful.

The next day I arrived at Chiang Sean and found the Golden Hut Guest House, it had some great views from the guest house.

The Golden Triangle.

Local girls get dressed up for photos for tourist.

Boot, Ban and his sister, from the guest house took me on the Mekong river up to Bulla a Laos village, BUT we couldn’t get out of the boat the had patrols guards everywhere with guns.

You can see the guest house in background of the picture.

From the guest house, I walked to the waters edge where the Ruak river meets the Mekong river.

The views from the Golden Hut Guest House, as the sunrise.

On the way back, I spent few hours shopping in Burma (Myanmar) at Mai Sai.

I rode back to Chiang Rai, then got the bus back to Chiang Mai for the next week hitting the bars.

One of my favourite bars, The Love Bird Bar. The local singer, he sang a lot of old songs.

He got me up to sing Proud Mary, a old CCR song.

Another favourite bar for dinner, Dim and Nok, the Peacock Bar.

Ning and Noi, also at the Peacock bar.

I left Chiang Mai and got a night train to Bangkok, then another night train to Surrat Thani, and then a bus to Don Sak, where the ferry leaves from to go to Koh Samui. It's time to relax on the Islands. First stop was Lamai beach in Koh Samui then over to Koh Phangan, Koh Tao and Koh Nang Yuan. Great Islands.

Koh Samui was the place to go in the 80”s, plenty of bars, girls, magic mushrooms, ganja you name it: it was there, and of course friendly Thai people. Every night there was something happening, on the beach all day smoking, having mushrooms for lunch and dinner, then going out drinking at night, 5 days of this, time to move on.

I met a German friend in the USA in 1986, we decided to catch up again in Koh Samui, at Lamai Noi Beach.

Lamai Noi beach Koh Samui.

Peter and his girlfriend Dani, the German guy i met in the USA ,at Lamai Noi Beach.

It was time to head over to the next Island, Koh Phangan, we got a taxi to Nathon and ferry over to Koh Phangan, now this island is more relaxed, not like Samui, unless you go to Had Rin, that’s where all the drug addicts stay, so it’s a no for me. We were met by all the Thai people on the ferry trying to get everyone to their bungalows; we decided to go to OK Bungalows on Hin Kong beach, the west side of the Island. We met a Canadian girl Susan, we all wanted to go to the other Island. So we went to Koh Tao for the day just a day trip not many places to stay, and the beaches are all rocky, very good for scuba diving. Spent the day on Had Sai Dang, the next day we went to see another beach, but all rock, so we then went to Koh Nang Yuan, we stayed 1 week. Koh Nang Yuan is one of only two places in the world where three Islands at high tide and low tide the become one Island, such a beautiful place.

The Rocky Rest Bungalows, Haad Sai Dang, Koh Tao.

View from my bungalow for the night, The Rocky Rest Bungalows.

Peter and Dani, on the verandah, Koh Tao.

Lek, the boat driver took us to Tanot bay, unfortunately they had no bungalows, so we went further around to Aow Leuk at Chumnan Beach, only 3 bungalows, and were all full, we stayed the day then we all went back to Mae Hut to  get another boat to Koh Nang Yuan.

Aow Leuk at Chumnan Beach.

On our way to back to Mae Haad on the longtail boat.

Koh Nang Yuan

It was so peaceful here, we decided to stay for a week, simple little bungalows right on the beach.I was told that this is one of three places in the world, that at low tide its one Island, and at high tide they become three separate Islands.

This place is amazing the restaurant on one island and the bungalows on the other, so at high tide you have to walk in water half way up your leg at times, just to get to the restaurant for dinner. Oh, and you can’t see a thing unless you have moon light.(or a torch)

View from our bungalows, Koh Nang Yuan.

My bungalow, Peter and Dani had the one on the right.

I stayed in the bungalow on the left with blue and whit hammock.

We went for a walk to the top rock to get some photos. Me on the top rock with a great view of the Island.

Peter on the lower rock, also with a great view.

Time for a smoke.

Peter and myself relaxing on his verandah.

The owner of Koh Nang Yuan.

Well, that week went quick, it was time to go back to bottle beach, Koh Phangan, Susan, Peter, Dani and myself. When we got there it was full down on the beach, we were forced to stay at OD Bungalows on the rock, nice bungalows, Susan and I shared to save some money.

The next 2 months I spent on Bottle Beach, different people coming and going, Rachel was the only person that stayed with me for the 60 -70 days on bottle beach. Mr. Rod the owner even gave me my own little house up the back away from everyone, it was so peaceful, and plenty of smoke. We had a couple of full moon parties, and he even gave me a going away party, and every time I go back to Koh Phangan, I call in to say hi to him and his wife.

Susan, Peter and Dani left after a week, so I went down to Sea Love Bungalows for the last 60 -70 or so days before going home.

Having a game of cards on the verandah.

OD Bungalows Restaurant, on the rocks over looking the entire beach.

The views from the Od Bungalows of Bottle Beach, Sea Love Bungalows in the background.

Just taking it easy at the point.

Me in my hammock.

Mr. Rod, the owner of Sea Love Bungalows, gave me the house up the back away from everyone that was so good of him; it was the best place to stay, had friends come up at night listen to music and have a smoke. There was a good group of people from all different countries, man we had a blast.

The house where I stayed for the last 2 months, I had a day hammock and a night hammock set up, my own well on the left so i could do my washing.

I went for a walk to Chalok Lum with Autja, a lovely German girl.

Autja at Chalok Lum beach.

Part of the group in the restaurant in Sea Love Bungalows, planed the day, as it was my birthday, turning 28. They decided we should get a boat back to Chalok Lum, then walk to the Wang Pladuk waterfall for the day. So we did, Katherine, Autje, Ule, Marcus and Angelica, had a great day bit of skinny dipping, a smoke and, a nice feed, just a great day.

Rit, Taking us to Chalok Lum.

Marcus climbing a flat coconut tree.

Myself, Angelica, Marcus, Katherine and Ule at the waterfall.

Angelica, Katherine and Ule swimming at the waterfall.

Time for a skinny dip.

Katherine, Angelica, Ule, Autja and Marcus, back at Sea Love Bungalows.

Katherine and my cutie Autja from Germany, Autja (on the right).

Nat and Joe, who worked there, having a smoke with me, as they did every day.

Rachel, (English) who stayed at Sea Love for around the same time as me, while everyone came for a shorter time, and Kathy (Ozi) we went for a walk up to the top of the island for the day, what a great view.

we passed a small village Baan Fai Mai on our way up to the view point

Kathy and Rachel climbing to the top rock.

We made it what a view.

One of many beautiful sunsets at Bottle Beach (Had Kuad).

Mr. Rod starts the Full moon party.

The feast Mr. Rod put on for us all, all free that night and plenty left, that’s what a great man he is, just to make us feel welcome, he had a big heart and very funny man.

The Sea Love Bungalows staff.

Time to dig in and eat.

Took some of the guys up to the top rock again, I sort of started a mini tour up to the rock, it was quite a trek through some rough paths and took around 1 hour walk up.

What a great view, this would have been my last time up as it is time to get back to reality and go home.

Bottle Beach from view point.

I stayed a few more weeks on Bottle Beach, then headed back to Bangkok for a few days then flew home.

I must say, this was the best thing I have ever done, traveling opens the mind and clears your thoughts, you can sit back, watch and learn from all different people, religions and cultures, so as the old saying goes don’t judge a book by its cover, do the same with people.

GET TO KNOW THEM.