Everest Reflections

Twenty five years ago, on May 11 1995, I stood on earth’s highest point and looked southwards. My journey to the summit of Everest had begun a few months before, well beyond the wall of pre-monsoon thunderheads that obscured my view of the lower foothills and distant plains, in fact it began all the way down to the far edge of those plains on the sea on the shore of the Bay of Bengal.