Annapurna Base Camp. The plain lower regions of the world's deadliest mountain massif. I generally used to get chills by simply thinking about this Himalayan eight-thousander and that morning I was standing just before it. The little base camp, included 5-6 lodges and a camping site region is situated amidst an amphitheater of high pinnacles. One of the aides that we met in our cabin tongue in cheek portrayed our area: "At the present time, we are amidst a major doughnut." Even however cleverly worded, it was valid.
Dozing at 4100 meters, particularly when you are so euphoric, isn't simple, yet in any event it influenced awakening to before the dawn a less troublesome undertaking. That morning, everything was peaceful. Once in a while you could see other brisk riser like us scattered around the site that woke up to witness the dramatization. They looked like minor spots contrasted with the scene around us. Amidst that quietness, you could hear uproarious commotions, relatively like thunder, which implied that a torrential slide is occurring some place on the precarious slants. The vertical south face of Annapurna is situated in the north of the base camp and Machhapuchhre (Fishtail) toward the south. Once the daylight contacts the pinnacle, the enchantment starts. The sun gradually moves down on the mountain dividers, changing the shade of the sky from emerald to lighter blue.