Lower Mustang, Muktinath, and a Low Point

Peace among the apple trees, and the inevitability of human error

The landscape changed dramatically an hour or so outside of Pokhara. Where before there had been jungles and waterfalls, now the hills were sparser and thicker and taller than I’d ever seen.

I’d felt a pull towards Mustang, the region to the north of Nepal that borders Tibet, for quite a while, so I’d decided to book a two-day solo Jeep tour to a sacred …