The holiday is now over. The rest is just part of getting home. If I ever tell you that my treks are not dangerous, where one misstep or trip would kill you, don't believe me! I had to cross not only this landslide, but also another two right after this one, on the way to the top of the ridge from Torontan (2990m) on the way back from Kangchenjunga’s south base camp. To make matters worse, it snowed at this altitude last night, and patches of snow dotted the crossing. I was literally on my hands and feet on most of it, always leaning in to the hillside. Occasionally, Gyan or Purna would set a large boulder flying down the slope just to heighten the severity. But, in situations like that you have to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, and placing your hiking stick to help you. The anxiety and fear come after it's over.