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A big SORRY to all those who were following my trek to the Himalayas, via my blog. Being a mom of an 8 month old girl takes much of my time and I was not able to finish my blog post. Here is the climax of the Himalayan trek!
Subsequent days had the same routine – waking up early by 6 am, tucking in hot tea with breakfast, trekking till afternoon ,exploring till sunset, playtime till dinner and then snuggling into the cosy warm sleeping bags. Every day we gradually climbed to higher altitudes and we could see the snow-covered peaks getting closer to us.
The route was interspersed with little streams and pretty flowerbeds. At times we had to cross across the stream by jumping over the big boulders of rock.
It was a totally different world – it was us and nature, nothing else. We stopped when we felt live having a snack or a drink, took small naps on the grassy slopes without any single worry!
Witnessing an avalanche
Avalanche – I first came across this term in Tintin when Captain Haddock used to bring down the avalanche by shouting at his enemies. I never thought I would witness the same in my life. in our fourth day of the trek, the climate took a turn and it rained during the night. We were all frozen numb and had very little sleep. However the next morning dawned bright and clear. The moment I stepped out of my tent I was stunned – the mountains all around were all glittering with snowy white cloaks. It was such a sight! Suddenly there was a loud rumbling noise and a part of the slope on the mountain opposite to my tent began to tumble-down.
Yes! I had just witnessed my first avalanche. It was all over in a minute!
At Beaskund – Proud moment!
We were close to our destination now, but it was a tough climb. And a long one too! We cheered each other up on the way and this took us to BeasKund . The youngest member of our team held the Indian Flag proudly upon reaching the source of R.Beas. The river trickled down from the mountain and formed a green pool before flowing down as the Beas river.
I am at a loss to express my feelings at that particular moment ! Even as I am typing this out, my heart flutters happily with the memories. All of us were elated and soon were clicking pictures to treasure this splendid moment of our lives!
Back to earth
When we returned to camp, our guide and the helpers had got pretty little bouquets for each of us!
It was a beautiful gesture and this was followed by a feast ! We were all totally fagged out after the arduous trek and the food vanished like magic! The return journey did not take much time for it was all a descent. We reached Solang Valley, from where we started out, in 2 days. We were back in earth. Yes, I felt that I was in an enchanted fairy land, all those days that I trekked up the mountains. No worries about people, work, study or materialistic things – we never had a bath during the 7 days ! I was in a world where everything around me was beautiful and happy! Nothing gives me more happiness than losing myself in nature and its beauties!
This post is the last of the Himalayan trek series. Hope you have enjoyed the trek as much as I had ! Meet you soon with another interesting travel experience 🙂
All of us piled into a local jeep and were dropped at a place called Solang valley. This place was the starting point of our trek and our campsite for that night. We had a team of locals headed by a guide accompanying us.They took care of setting up our tents and also keeping our tummies full.
Since we were exposed to a sudden drop in temperature overnight – from Delhi to Manali, it was very important to acclimatize our body to the local temperature. This was a daily routine during our trek as we began to gain altitude gradually. By the time the tents were put up, we had gobbled up steaming rice and dhal. As it was late afternoon, we decided to just relax and explore Solang Valley.
The Himalayan mountains surrounded this valley and the snow-covered peaks towered in the distance. Beas River was gushing nearby – it was a gentle stream here with sparkling white water and it was pouring over mighty boulders of rock. I gingerly put one foot in the water and took it back at once – it was ice-cold ! Soon all of us were splashing the water on each other and squealing gleefully! It was great fun. We all lazed around and watched the sunset before heading back to camp.
Experiencing the Himalayan Climate
The warm evening suddenly changed to a chilly, cold one. I felt the chill on my face and shivered. It was biting cold. I covered myself up in layers of warm clothing, pulled on gloves and cap – now I felt a little warm! Darkness soon set in and the place was all quite.
We had a separate tent for dining and since it was not yet supper time, we were all engaged in a game of cards. Soon, a wonderful aroma came from the kitchen tent and that was the end of our game! Hot Rotis and Kuruma – What a combination to feast upon in a cold place! We gulped down the delicious food amidst a lively chatter.
Solang valley was the only place in our trekking itinerary that had a mobile network tower. I called up my father and fiance ( I was engaged during this trek), rattled on about everything – from the journey to the food.That was the last conversation for we would be in total isolation, from the rest of the world, in the next seven days.
First night on Himalayan Soil
It was only 8 P.M and too early to go to bed. So we lit up a campfire and huddled around it. We played games that involved physical activity as to keep ourselves warm. In spite of the warmth from the fire and thick jeans, I was shivering . It was the same for everybody else on the team. We were longing to snuggle into our sleeping bags. Four of us had to share our tent and it was fun setting our bags and zipping ourselves into it. It was terribly warm inside the sleeping bag!
I was actually realizing my childhood dream ; I lay awake for a while listening to the eerie silence outside, taking it all in and then dozed off to sleep.
The real trek starts now. Read about it in my next post!
Thanks to my parents, books were part of my life from a very young age. For every birthday, every good performance in school exams and for every holidays, my parents gifted me books. This was how I began to read Enid Blyton. I was so thrilled to read about the hiking,cycling ,trekking that the famous five undertook often; longed for the picnic lunches and exciting adventures! My mother used to pack picnic lunches and join me and my friends in the garden. That was the only part of the famous five life that could be imitated!
I continued to dream of hiking along bubbling streams, camping out in tents and cuddling down in warm sleeping bags…Yes, the world of imagination was a fantasy land and I loved and lived (still love and live there! ) there very often. Dreams such as these never come true – that is what I thought!
We used to trek small hills and hillocks near Coimbatore with one of our mountaineer friend. These trips gave us an insight of how a real, proper trek would be. However, my dream was all set to become real when my mother planned to take us on a trek to the mighty Himalayas! Himalayas – the Abode of snow – I was always fascinated by this young yet towering fold mountain range. I would always attempt this question – Write about the ranges of Himalayas in my Geography exam. Now, I was actually going to trek up this mighty mountain! Yes, I was in the seventh heaven of delight as our team of trekkers packed and planned for the trip.
Day one :
September 28,2009 was the D-day! Our rucksacks were all packed and bulging with thick woollen clothes and my excitement level was soaring . Our team of trekkers included our mountaineer friend and 3 of his friends,my mother, sister and myself and 5 other children. We took an evening flight to Delhi and halted at the airport for the night, as we had to catch an early morning flight to Kulu. We made friends with a woman from Israel at the waiting lounge and the night was well spent by exchanging hordes of interesting facts about the cultures of both the countries.
The next day dawned bright and clear. We were all eagerly awaiting to fly to Kulu. The plane resembled a toy plane and it had only limited seats. The plane zoomed casually between the towering mountains and I could hear my heart skip a beat every time the plane came closer to a hill-side. Finally we landed at a tiny airstrip – Kulu Airport. Phew! From there we took a local bus to Manali; refreshed at our hotel . Now we were all set to start on our trek.
Want to read more about my trek to Beaskund ?? Watch out for my upcoming posts!