This is random but I just had to type out my thoughts and feelings.
Suddenly I'm having Nepal sickness.
What I meant was that I'm missing Nepal badly.
I miss daddy Tin, daddy Krishna, Lakfa and our porters.
These people has made my trip to Nepal soo memorable that I just can't seem to let go of the fact that things here will not be as perfect as they were back in Nepal.
What I meant by perfect is that though we were exhausted and tired, we got to experience something that no one else would understand.
The sense of being united and also having wonderful people such as our porters and guides.
The bonds that we have made with these people will never break.
We might speak different languages and come from different countries but we have made friendships that will last forever.

I miss daddy Tin saying, "A little bit up and then gentle then we go down and a little bit up again."
And when we'd ask how little is up and the time we'll be spending for climbing up he'd say, "Not long, only an hour and a half or 2."
Our jaws would drop, and whenever we'd talk about our terrain for the next day, we wouldn't bother asking about the up and downs.
We'd just say to him, "Yes, your gently up means climbing for very long hours and the gradient, not so gentle when we see it."
But most of all, he's a good man and a very good father.
He's the one who took care of us when we fell sick.

And Krishna, I miss seeing him do the one leg squat thing.
Its super difficult, I've tried is a couple times, and failed all the attempts.
It really all about leg strength.
And whenever I would sit outside in the cold at Pheriche, he'd ask me to go in to the teahouse.
And I'd ask for a 5minutes grace to feel the breeze and he'd say, "No no no."
HAHA, and I'd argue with him:)
Ohhh, those times were great.

Lakfa, oh my god.
There's only one word to describe him and that is, M-I-S-C-H-I-E-V-I-O-U-S
He's the funny one who looks like a cartoon, haha(:
The one who starts all the snowfights, the one who laughs at you for no particular reason.
The one who makes fun of you.
The strong one and the quiet one.

Our porters, were mad up of wierd and funny guys.
We had this one guy who always smiles at you a certain way but sometimes it can really freak you out.
And another one, who is a dad and somewhat the quiet-est and a nice chap too.
Then we have Sonam, the 16 year old guy who's strong and funny.
Friendly and quite smart.
And we chose his for Priscilla:D So very-the-matching
We also have a guy that we named Retro boy because he is dressed in like red fleece and really light brown three quaters and has blue thermal wear pants.
See what we mean by Retro boy?
But anyways, he's the manly looking person with thick eyebrows and also really funny.
And apparently, wenting finds him cute cause he's retro.
HAHA, I guess its cute somehow.
And then we have Tamar, the gentleman among all.
He's the one who would serve us the food.
And somehow he's the one who always makes me laugh.
And the has the quiet boy look.
And I find him cute(:

See what I mean when I said these people are wonderful.
They brightened our days when we were in Nepal and when we felt exhausted and tired.
They were always there for us.
And I miss it now.
I miss our training days too.
All the stair climbs, long runs, long treks and camp.
I miss Ms Puah's so called "lucky" number for the day.
And all her nagging and her attempt to stretch our mental strength, endurance, peseverence.
I use to feel like I was soo sick of the stuff that we did and when the trainings ended, I was glad.
But now, I feel like that was what kept me going then.
Now, after being so used to having those things around me it just feels like somethings missing in my schedule.
I miss Nepal.