En route to World’s End

And so began a 9 km hike.

The wind made my hair dance.

Thataway.

Into the strange hush we trudge…

Except for a curious knocking sound made by an unseen bird, and the rustle of the wind through the grass…not a sound.

The trail was sandy at first…

Wet and surrounded by vegetation further on..

Just the gentle sound of light rain on the overhead leaves…

When the going got rocky…

And dream-like.

We reached World’s End, the lesser one. A misty, windswept precipice not as high as the actual World’s End, but the view was similar….if only we could have seen it. (It is a cloudforest after all.)

We walked on from there and soon….

We were halfway through our trek! Here stands a triumphant Amu, at the edge of a precipice that plunges dramatically for almost a kilometer down to the lowlands below.

This is what we saw.

An assortment of nationalities.

One of the local guides there warned us that if we had found the walk challenging thus far, it would get tougher henceforth, especially the detour to Baker’s Fall. We could turn around and go back the way we came….or continue to walk till the end.
It was a no-brainer. 🙂

Onwards!