Closer to God?
My work has come to an end for now. Nearly two months of high altitude cycling through the Himalayan mountains has been sublime. Being in the Himalayas is for me an almost spiritual experience. I appreciate that this makes me sound like a new age hippy, but it is how it is. From time to time I become overwhelmed with emotion for no reason other than being in this immense grandeur. In the Himalayas there is no missing the might of where you are, the scale is always pounding on your senses. As you cross a mountain pass in excess of five thousand metres there is no doubt as to what you are doing. Your legs are struggling to power you up what ordinarily would be a gentle incline, your lungs are opening so wide your chest feel as though it will burst open and yet you struggle to breath. If you are not careful with control your breath becomes ragged so you make an effort to control your resperation. The wind blows up, the snow begins to fall, the temperature drops, you are in India in mid-summer and yet it is bellow zero; the mountains are playing with you. Then the snow stops, the sky begins to clear, the sun comes out, its rays hitting your back send a shiver through you and then the warmth begins to seep through your body and soul. The clouds are parting and behind the barren rocks of this high altitude desert snow peaks appear, huge giants towering thousands of metres above. As my body warms by heart begins to swell with a feeling of immense well-being, a feeling of joy, a bliss that I am where I am. Emotion overwhelms me, this is what I feel in the mountains. Closer to God? I do not know, but I do know what people feel when they utter this phrase