An Angsty Getaway

26th December

There are times when I question my own actions, and this has to be one of the craziest things I have done in the longest time. I am sure most will agree that every man his limits and I guess I reached the epitome of mine a few hours back. Left with no other option but to pack my non existent bags, I found my self on a bus looking out a window and climbing upto this quaint little village bang in the middle of the mighty Himalayas. Snow covered peaks and sub zero temperatures I couldn’t find a perfect setting for this angsty getaway.
It wasn’t 24 hours back when I was dressed in my Sunday best and sipping some decent scotch at an up market get together and now here I am in my torn black jumper my boots ( which in the opinion of some of my friends and my mother resemble trucks, some have even gone to the extent of labeling them as down right ugly, gosh some people need to work on their taste in shoes.) and sitting across a fire which took me more than an hour to put together.
My wee tent, a pack of smokes, some really cheap rum (basically meant for horses, Shane trust me you and Pete would love it too) the thick fog and the mountains to give me company. Not a soul in sight and I couldn’t be happier. Its almost 2 am and the only light in sight is the light from my laptop and the orange embers from the fire which once was and which is still trying to keep me warm but failing miserably.
The setting is pretty surreal and maybe even a wee bit eerie, I cant help but think of all the spooky stories that I have heard over the years, they all come to life in my head. The cheap rum doesn’t really help, headless men with knives and women in white walking past me with a candle all seem like a possibility and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, but it just adds to the thrill.
Might be Contd………