Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Dear Hiking boots

Where do I begin? Not so long ago I was this avid hiker. Trained hard to conquer or should I rather say, trained hard to survive the peak of Mount Everest base camp. Locally I would not miss a Sunday dawn hike whether it be scorching hot or safely wet. Nowadays I’m faced with challenges and did not lace up my boots for yonks’. This makes me feel sad. Like a part of my life is missing.

I ask myself how do I fight this beast of challenges? to breakthrough to the other side and re-unite with the one passion of my life. It’s a daily yearning ,walking out my front door and looking at Devil’s Peak and it simply just stares back at me, like someone that is giving me the silent treatment. Driving to work the yearning continues ,my route takes me right smack in the middle of our beloved Table Mountain.  Many mornings as I have my first sip of coffee, I have to live with the view from my window, displaying the cable rides up and down the mountain. That same route I used to climbed at least once a week.

Yes, I am blaming it on my recent single parent status, on the lack of support, on the winter blues, on my poor fitness level and just about everything. How ironic, I should first hand know that all of these challenges above can be remedied with a walk on the mountain and for some reason I feel stuck. How do I move forward and make it happen for me again? How do I snap out of this bubble that is clearly  not working for me?  I decided to have a heart to heart chat with my hiking boots.

Salomon’s I said, do you remember our time together? Walking, climbing, season after season. Do you remember our chats when I told you that my eyes cannot believe what it sees on the mountain?,  the beauty of mother nature. How I would stop and take in the fresh air. It felt that my lungs were smiling , like I just presented it with a gift. My ears became like vampire ears, I would hear everything in the most tranquil of sounds. I recall how we would trek for minimum of eight hours to maximum of twelve hours without a single complaint from you. You carried me  when I needed you most and now I’ve imprisoned you. How do we together channel enough energy to be where we belong.

I need answers and a master mind plan.

 

 

 

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Thursday, 4 April 2013

Judge SIRAJ Desai Everest trip

Our ghost hiker, Judge Siraj Desai turned into a flying hiker,  with no boots lol. Flew twice around M.T. Everest with Yeti Airlines. Well done Judge.

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

M.A. Hiking Club

From the foothills of Table Mountain, to the hills of Everest, 23 from M.A. Hiking club set on a daunting quest, we cried, we loved, we conquered,  Goodbye our Dearest EVEREST (by Ghulam Kadir Paleker).
Asmudien Jaffer
Cassiem Fakier
Mariam Soeker
Soraya Manie
Shaheda Baradien
Neesa Khan
Azeem & Baha Khatieb
Maimona & Ganief Salie
Rugay & Abduragmaan Edwards
Nazeemah Van Der Schyff
Gabiba Taliep
Mymuna Sedick
Ghaliem Jacobs
Hayley Canterbury
Moegammad Hendricks
Yusrie Frizlaar
Faried Osman
Faiza Desai
Ghulam Paleker
Suad Davids
(Ghost hiker-  Judge Siraj Desai)

See you guys soon Cape Town, mwah -Nazeemah

Friday, 29 March 2013

M.T.Everest Base Camp

Hello, I know i need to write a million things about our trip, but lets share the GOOD news. We made it to base camp today, yippeeeee emotional achievement....took us 9 days. M.A. Hiking club you rock :-)

PS: Slamat to Aniqah Desai from your mom all the way from base camp...

Love and miss u guys
Nazeemah

Morepics

Signal not alws gud. Very primitive life on this side, but wow so peaceful.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Nazeemah

Namaste ' Hello ' Cape Town. I was too tired to write anything last night, so here goes. We finally got to Lukla. The flight on a small plane with a runway of about 500m and flying extremely close to the mountains was surprisingly a smooth flight landing included. Pilots nothing short of the best skill.  Day 1, as I landed, my brother who was on the 1st flight, was waiting for me as I'm walking down the steps of the plane, so sweet. He was extremely concern as it was getting late [after 11am] plus the weather was becoming a factor.

Altitude hit you as I was walking towards the meeting area, where the Nepalese made delicious veg chow-main. We started our trek immediately after lunch. Wow Lukla village was beautiful, lots of shops even though the majority sell the exact same product it appears that they all make endmeet. I saw the poorest people, the most primitive life, but I also observed that not only are they extremely friendly but helpful. Gosh the prettiest people I've ever seen.

As i'm treking and admire the beauty this trail has to offer,  a river,  that look Iike a lagoon and sounds like the ocean, wow wow wow......, so many things to mention. Like the tug I felt on my jacket , it was a little girl asking me for a sweet.As I was reaching in my pocket, I just saw small little kids holding out their hands. Naturally I fed them, but I guess I was just taking too long for one little boy who grabbed the packet out of my and and it was his turn to dish it out to his buddies.