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There are moments in life when everything starts to feel like a blur. That’s when places like Everest Base Camp begin to call — remote, quiet, and far from the noise. The days pass too fast, yet nothing seems to move. You wake up, scroll, work, reply, repeat. There’s a constant hum from your phone, your inbox, your thoughts. And then one day, without warning, you realise you’re tired. Not tired like you need sleep, but tired like your soul needs silence.
You don’t want another vacation. You want distance. From everything. Especially from yourself.
I’m fortunate. Because of the nature of my job, I get to travel, to see places most only dream about. And, I can’t stress it enough just how perfect the timing of the Lhasa road trip was.
When the time came, I didn’t think once. I just went because I wanted to feel far; far from the noise, far from expectations, far from the tug of daily life. I wanted to feel what it was like to be surrounded by silence, and to not be afraid of it. I wanted to sit still somewhere and let the world move around me for once.
The Road to Lhasa trip gave me that and so much more. What I found in Tibet was something I hadn’t even known I was searching for.
The journey began in Gyirong, a sleepy border town where time seemed to slow down just enough for my thoughts to catch up with me.
The first breath I took there felt different; lighter, colder, quieter. We were surrounded by snow-capped peaks and monasteries older than memory.
I remember waking up to valleys unfolding outside the window, and feeling like I had stepped into another pace of life altogether. Everything slowed down — my footsteps, my breath, even my thoughts.
It’s the kind of place that doesn’t try to impress you; it just is.
As we made our way deeper towards Tingri, the landscape changed, and so did something inside me.
The landscape opened up into a dramatic high-altitude plateau. You start noticing your breath more at 14,000 feet—and strangely, your thoughts become clearer too.
The barren plains stretched endlessly, only to be interrupted by the towering presence of Himalayan giants—Cho Oyu and Mount Everest among them. Being this close to the world’s highest peaks, you can’t help but feel small… and incredibly alive. Just being close to it makes you believe in something bigger than yourself.
The road to the North side of Everest Base Camp was nothing short of magical. Prayer flags fluttered in the wind as we climbed switchback after switchback to reach the camp as part of our Everest Base Camp tour.
When we finally reached the Everest Base Camp, we stood under a heavy sky, clouded and uncertain. Twenty of us stood quietly, silently hoping, some of us praying. And then it happened. It was as if the sky heard us, and a window opened in the clouds. And, there it was. Our first glimpse of Everest.
And then, Everest. Hidden behind clouds at first, like she was testing our patience. Twenty of us stood quietly, silently hoping, some of us praying. And suddenly, as if the sky heard us, a window opened in the clouds. Just Everest. Nothing else. No peaks beside it, no distractions.
I have seen Everest in books, in documentaries, in dreams; but I think nothing truly prepares you for what it feels like to be that close to the tallest mountain on Earth.
That moment of collective awe, of shared gratitude, is something that I think will stay with me for the rest of my life. I laid down seven stones, a quiet Buddhist offering, and whispered a thank you into the wind before resuming my road trip to Lhasa.
We moved on to Shigatse, then to Lhasa, the city of gods.
Despite the push to modernise, Tibet refuses to lose its soul. You can sense it. Beneath the concrete and the wires, the heartbeat of an ancient land continues to pulse.
At the Tashilhunpo Monastery in Tibet, we sat quietly as the sun dipped behind the hills and monks began their evening chants. I didn’t understand the words, but I felt something shift inside me.
By the time we reached Lhasa, I had stopped trying to capture every moment with my camera. Some things are better carried in your bones than in your photos. I walked the Barkhor Street around Jokhang Temple in Lhasa, Tibet, watched people doing kora with such devotion, and realised faith looks different in every part of the world, but feels the same in the heart.
The Potala Palace, rising like a mirage against the sky, reminded me that beauty doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it stands in silence and waits for you to look up.
Tibet isn’t built for tourism. It’s built for truth. The kind that reveals itself slowly, if you let it.
I wandered into tiny shops and left with sound bowls, prayer beads, and a hand-painted Thangka. I watched an old artist work on it for hours. It wasn’t just art. It was patience. It was a presence.
The quiet dignity of a city that has seen empires rise and fall makes you feel a certain sense of emotion that words can’t describe. What struck me most? Even emergency vehicles here don’t use sirens. Tibet is not just peaceful. It demands peace. And I listened.
The road kept calling, and we answered. Onward to Baingoin, Nyima, Sansang — names I hadn’t heard before and may never pronounce perfectly. These names may not appear in glossy travel magazines, but the memories I made there are some of the most vivid.
At 16,000 feet, sleep became shallow, but the days were rich with skies so clear you could trace your own thoughts in them. There was one particular stretch of road I will never forget — a vast plateau, a blue lake on the left, another on the right, and nothing but our convoy between them. We weren’t driving on land anymore.
We were floating between two worlds — earth below, sky above, and something entirely other holding us in place. No picture could do it justice. No words could. But I’m trying anyway, because moments like that deserve remembering.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about the past or the future. I wasn’t thinking at all. I was just… there.
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There’s a lot I could talk about; the taste of hot thukpa after a long day, the kind smiles of monks who didn’t need to speak to be understood, the quiet power of prayer wheels turning slowly in the breeze. But the real gift Tibet gave me was something harder to name.
It gave me room. To breathe. To feel small. To feel awe. It reminded me that it’s okay not to chase anything for a while. That being still is not the same as being lost. That healing doesn’t always come with answers; sometimes, it comes with altitude, silence, and a cup of yak butter tea at the end of a long, cold day.
I came back with less than I thought I would. Fewer photos. Fewer words. But more presence. More calm. More reverence for things that don’t need to shout to be powerful.
So if you’re tired — really tired — not just of work but of the weight of your own thoughts… consider Tibet. Go not to escape the world, but to return to yourself.
Because sometimes, the furthest place you can go… is exactly where you’re meant to find peace.
As told to Adventures Overland by Gulab Prajapat
Published On: 19th May 2025
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