These are some stories about my adventures on Mountains
Call of the Wild
In 2008 I quit my well-paying corporate job and moved to a remote Himalayan region called Ladakh to search for Snow Leopards. Ladakh is the northernmost tip of India, bordering Kashmir (both Indian and Pakistani) to the west, Tibet to the east and Chinese Turkistan (Xinkiang) to the north. It is geographically, ethnically, culturally, religiously, linguistically and historically Tibetan. It’s also an integral part of India.
In 2008 I quit my well-paying corporate job and moved to a remote Himalayan region called Ladakh to search for Snow Leopards. Ladakh is the northernmost tip of India, bordering Kashmir (both Indian and Pakistani) to the west, Tibet to the east and Chinese Turkistan (Xinkiang) to the north. It is geographically, ethnically, culturally, religiously, linguistically and historically Tibetan. It’s also an integral part of India.
The Move!
This is a piece from my early rock climbing days in India. For weeks I'd been trying to climb this one particular rock face. It wasn't particularly hard but had an overhanging crux move that spit me off every time.
But one day, I made the move. This is how it came about.
This is a piece from my early rock climbing days in India. For weeks I'd been trying to climb this one particular rock face. It wasn't particularly hard but had an overhanging crux move that spit me off every time.
But one day, I made the move. This is how it came about.
The Buzz of Rock
The urge to climb is perhaps one of the most basic and natural urges I have felt ever since I can remember. Beginning with the trees in the playgrounds of childhood, I have always known an inexplicable, wild desire to climb. The more trees I climbed, the more trees I wanted to climb! I never analysed why I wanted to climb trees or what made me climb again and again. The answers were always there in just doing it, in feeling the complex emotions, the twisting, mangling, tingling of nerves that strangely calmed me and gave me a sense of peace.
The urge to climb is perhaps one of the most basic and natural urges I have felt ever since I can remember. Beginning with the trees in the playgrounds of childhood, I have always known an inexplicable, wild desire to climb. The more trees I climbed, the more trees I wanted to climb! I never analysed why I wanted to climb trees or what made me climb again and again. The answers were always there in just doing it, in feeling the complex emotions, the twisting, mangling, tingling of nerves that strangely calmed me and gave me a sense of peace.
My Introduction to Rock Climbing in Australia
When I moved to Australia, it opened climbing's pandora box for me. In Delhi, where it all began, I was only involved with bouldering. I had never worn a climbing harness...didn't know what a climbing rope was...and had never seen anyone climbing with a rope.
Out here in Oz, I discovered the "sport" of rock climbing. Here people go out rock climbing with the kind of preparation and equipment required to lay siege to a fortress. I was intrigued.
When I moved to Australia, it opened climbing's pandora box for me. In Delhi, where it all began, I was only involved with bouldering. I had never worn a climbing harness...didn't know what a climbing rope was...and had never seen anyone climbing with a rope.
Out here in Oz, I discovered the "sport" of rock climbing. Here people go out rock climbing with the kind of preparation and equipment required to lay siege to a fortress. I was intrigued.
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