2025 was a year of pushing boundaries—some successful, some less so. It started with a skiing disaster that left Raunaq with a torn ACL and ended with me confidently calling myself a hiking consultant without apologizing for it. In between, I explored ice caves inside a glacier, spent a nerve-wracking night alone in a snow-buried mountain hut, watched my parents step into my Swiss life for two precious weeks, and stood among 20,000 people at a turnip lantern parade (yes, really).
