|Trekking over the Langtang landslide|
All sorts of things have made me cry when I travel. I cried the first time I saw Everest, from a plane the first time I flew to Kathmandu, after reading so much about it. When sitting next to my dad in a jeep in South Africa watching a pride of lions devour a buffalo. Shaking hands with an old man in Cambodia who had survived the Khmer Rouge regime. Leaving Japan after living there for 18 months, knowing that was a moment in time and place that will never be repeated.
|Girl on the trail,|
High hopes in the Himalayas
|Tamang woman in|
front of her home
|Pre-dawn view from Kyangjin Ri|