Paragliding Paradise in India!

Winter has already knocked in! Bright sun is peeping through my window, spreading its warmth. Melodious Rabindra Sangeet by Shaan is playing, making everything in room to sway with it. And I’m earnestly eager to share my experience from my last trip. Though demonetization affected it a little but as they say “where there is a will, there is a way”, we managed it with all smiles. 🙂

Umm, the new adventure is about being a bird under the open sky. Yeah, you read it right, a bird. Befuddled? Well, let me clear myself. It’s about paragliding in mountains at the world’s popular paragliding site, Bir. And it makes one feel like a bird. 🙂 As usual, the journey started on Friday night. But before I start my blog I would like to mention about a

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With Dragan! 🙂

day prior to our departure. It is about meeting a Serbian cyclist, Dragan Sibalic, few months ago in Himalayas who was on his North India cycle tour and we made acquaintance with each other. He inspired me big time not only with his audacity of riding in dangerous Himalayas but also with his kind and humble nature. After few months, we again met in Delhi on one summer evening, promising to meet again when he will be in Delhi after his 8500 km of travel covering North India and Nepal. Keeping our promise, we met again. This time I was his host to show him my city – Delhi. The day was well spent in his company showing him few of the beautiful monuments of Delhi that stands testimony to imperial bygone era. And just before our departure for Bir, I bade him goodbye, with a promise of meeting him again but this time unsure of our meeting as he was leaving for his home next day. I will cherish all the moments spent with him throughout my life. 🙂

So, finally five girls all excited about their two days trip to Himalayas and being a bird, boarded bus from ISBT. To our astonishment, we had five last seats of Volvo. Thanks to the person who did this blunder while booking tickets. I was forgiven with their laughter :). Before even the bus started, two girls gulped in the Avomine tablet in order to not feel giddy of sitting on last seat. Keeping in mind all the adversities and awkwardness of the back seat, we adjusted to our best ability; singing, talking, and making fun to start our trip on a happy note. At around 2:00 am, after being scolded by a lady for singing loud, I managed to doze off only to wake up at a sudden jerk and seeing a friend of mine slipping from her seat, I held her though but imagining her lying on the bus floor made me laugh. And she is definitely going to beat me after reading this. Bus stopped twice, one for dinner break and second for a tea break. It was colder than Delhi and holding hot cup of tea in hand was more soothing than sipping it with a loud slurp. We reached Bir with the first light of the day. Morning and air in mountains make me high, makes me smile without any reason. I’m happiest under the mountain sun! Bir does not have a proper bus stop and in fact there are not many direct buses. Instead you need to take bus till Baijnath and take a taxi from there to reach Bir. We were lucky enough to get direct bus. Our hotel was in a small hamlet called Chougan which was a small trek down the road that hosted beautiful monasteries of Bir on one side and fluttering colorful prayer flags on the other side. The sight of it had a calming effect on mind and soul, and I knew that we are going to have a great time. After few calls and asking for directions from the locals, we finally reached hotel and got our keys. Infused with enthusiasm, we forgot the last night’s back seat journey, and planned to get ready and head for breakfast. I was told by a friend that one of her friend will be joining us for breakfast. He was really very handsome  and to my disappointment he was only 9 years younger to me so I stopped my mind from wandering in wrong direction and concentrated on food rather. At breakfast, Mr Chandan Bhatia Sir also joined us. Mr Chandan was an acquaintance to us through “Himalayan Club” on facebook. And he is absolutely one gem of a person who not only took care of us but also booked paragliding for us at a very nominal price. We can’t thank him enough for what he has done for us.

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Friends!

After having breakfast, we left for Billing (launching site) which is 14 km from Bir, in Chandan sir’s car. Road to Billing is really steep and oxygen level is also low thus making one feel like nauseating but going up and watching parachutes against azure blue sky took us in its awe.  We were given time to acclimatize to the weather before we could take a flight. We utilized time in clicking pictures, soaking mountain sun and making memories. We cheered fellow people who were ready to take their flight, bucking up ourselves to take the flight. I’m scared of heights but my father has always taught me to face fears with all my strength; it is his belief and my faith that gives me courage to take anything that comes my way. Here is a small poem that I wrote while preparing myself for the trip, shooing away all the negative thoughts and imbibing all the positive energy inside me.

Sitting on edge, with eyes full of dreams,
All set to para-glide, shout and scream
To fly under the open sky,
Above the mountains so high.
Ticking one more from bucket list,
Taking with audacity the air twists.

Finally, it was our turn to fly. With tensed face I wished good luck to all my friends and started chanting God’s name to keep me safe. I was the last one to fly. I took a flight in second attempt. I fell on stones in my first attempt and this reason was enough to terrify me. After few seconds of running and taking a flight, I was in air under the blue sky. It was ecstatic! After few minutes in the sky I was comfortable and talking to my glider but as I looked down it scared me again so I decided not to look towards ground, closed my eyes and let cool breeze touch my face and I got drowned in its howling sound remembering my grandma, brother and his wife, missing them and praying for them. I also felt the presence of my faith, rising behind the mountains and telling me to calm and enjoy the moment. I was in the air for around 30 minutes and after landing on the ground, my friends came running to me, one of them saying – “Gur, we did it. We all are alive!” I was so much elated to hear this that gust of tears came rolling down like a ferocious waterfall. We then celebrated this little achievement by feeding our empty stomachs with some food and watched the sun that changed the hues of the horizon as an artist fills his empty canvas with strokes of beautiful colors, before setting behind the Dhauldhar range. After dropping us all near our hotel, we said goodbye to Chandan Sir who was heading home which was a 2 hours drive from Bir. Bir is a very small town that has very limited options of restaurants which closes maximum by 8:00 pm. Hence, we were left with the option of having food at our own hotel which was decent enough to satiate our hunger. We then took a stroll on the narrow hilly roads under the moon which was supposed to be the largest and closest to earth. At last we came back to our rooms and dozed off to get up early next day and watch the rising sun.

Next day started as early as 5:00 am, we got ready and strolled on the unknown streets in the wee hours when we were joined by four dogs wagging their tales whom we gave names as – Tiger, Snowy, Brownie, and Kallu (all according to their colors. I thought ourselves as being racist but could not think of better names than these 😛 🙂 ) Tiger being the most quiet and innocent, stroked a immediate connection with me. They joined as soon as we started our walk and remained with us till the end. In just two hours, we got attached to them. We got to see the sunrise from somebody else’s home which we first entered to click the picture of rising sun and eventually took permission to enter their courtyard and spend some time. We walked laughed, clicked pictures and experienced many wow moments together. While on our way back to hotel, I found a secluded place where colorful prayer flags were hung around trees, sun was coming up from east, and mountains were at the backdrop; I decided to stay back and meet friends after some time at hotel. I was accompanied by friend’s friend, the same hot guy who was nine years younger to me. We talked so much about ourselves that when we returned from that place, we were in a relationship. A relationship of being elder sister and younger brother! After having our breakfast, we hired a cab to visit the largest monastery – Sherabling , around Bir. The monastery is grand and beautiful. It stirred that corner in all of us which was holding some pain and it came out in form of tears. We were also lucky to visit a school there and meet little monks. Ohh! They were damn cute. I wish I could have adopted one. We also were lucky to see mask dance at another monastery near our hotel. We had a bus back to Delhi at 5:45 pm so we couldn’t see more around Bir. There are so many places – trekking points and monasteries that were left; and I will cover them in my next trip to Bir.

The trip ended witnessing a beautiful red sun setting behind Himalayas and lots of cherish able memories. Here goes the photo blog:

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Notes from a solo trip!

I’m very excited while writing this blog as I’m going to write about my first full fledged “solo trip”. Yes! I was lucky enough to have been supported by my parents to travel solo. It wasn’t easy, neither for my parents, nor for me. I was nervous and experienced all sorts of butterflies in stomach till the end of my journey. Parents were of course worried for my safety. They always come to drop me; no matter whether I’m traveling in a group or I’m traveling solo. I saw fear in their eyes. Mom was perspiring in normal conditions where as dad was quiet. I remember my dad saying – “jab tak tu vapis nahi ati, hume dar rahega. Par dar se ghabrake ghar nahi baithna (We will be worried until you are home but the fear cannot make us sit at home)”. Tears came rolling down my cheeks on hearing this. Grasping all my courage, I picked my bags and boarded the bus to McLeodganj.

View of Himalayas from Green Hotel!

View of Himalayas from Green Hotel!

The next morning I was in McLeodganj at 5:45AM. McLeod bus stand is not far from Main Square. My hotel was near Main Square on Bhagsu Road. I decided to walk towards my Hotel and waited for the lady who is the owner of the hotel to open it and allot me the keys of the booked room. The chosen hotel for stay was “Green Hotel”. The lady is really nice and helping. I was given a room with the view of Himalayas. I took a quick cat nap to fend off the last night’s fatigue of travel. McLeod has plethora of eating options with some very good cafes and restaurants. So there is no need to worry about food when in McLeod. I got ready and had breakfast in Green’s restaurant. I spent whole day in leisure, just visiting two or three places. I was actually saving my energy for the trek for next day which was my main purpose of traveling solo.

 

Starting point to trek!

Starting point to trek!

Before I started the journey from Delhi till starting the trek to Triund, I was having different kind of thoughts in my mind. Sometimes it was looking for omen of good and sometimes for omen of bad. Like when I left the hotel in the morning for the trek, I had to take a cab till the starting point of trek, i.e., Galu temple. I asked the cab driver to wait for any other passenger or trekker to come so that I can share the fare with that person. 400 bucks seemed too heavy for pockets. Not finding anyone after 20 minutes of wait, it came to my mind that may be God is giving me hints for not going alone for the trek. Superstitious I was being. I then decided to pay 400 bucks and take the cab to the starting point. There’s a small shop at the starting point which can serve you with all sorts of chocolates, biscuits, chips and drinks along with butter toast, Indian masala chai, coffee and omelette. I had my cup of “pahadon vali cha (the mountain tea)” and started the trek thereafter. Before starting the trek, I requested a group of Tibetan students at the shop to let me have a tent nearby their tents at night on the mountain top. They were really sweet to agree to it. This was my first stance of talking to strangers and was now little confident about staying there at night. Since it was a backpacker trip, I had a rucksack on my back which weighed around 15kg and a small bag on my front. I started walking very slowly. I didn’t care about the time I would take to reach Triund but to reach there. The trek is considered one of the easiest treks in Himalayas. To be very frank it is not that easy for city dwellers like me who are more habitual of walking on plains. There are lots of pebbles on the way that will make you stumble and large stones that will make you take longer steps and thus will make the climbing cumbersome for you. Everybody coming downhill was motivating the people trekking uphill. I trekked well till the mid way where there is “Magic View Cafe”. It was only after here that I started to perspire and felt very tired. I had exhausted all my stamina and was only left with my will. There was a point when I felt like going back because I couldn’t take a single step ahead with my bag on my back. To my rescue came a porter with his three mules. I request him to carry my rucksack on his mule so that I can

Rucksack and I!

Rucksack and I!

climb to the top. He agreed to carry it with him for 100 bucks. I was now worried for getting my bag back. Everything was in that bag and what I would do if I didn’t get it back was a thought that came to my mind when I saw the porter going away from my eyes. I took good one hour of time to cross just a few metres of stretch which should not have taken more than 15 minutes. I very well remember at one point over here, an old man saying me – “It’s not that far. You can do it. God be with you”. It really motivated me to keep going. Anyways, after crossing all the hurdles, I reached the Triund top in 4 hours and 17 minutes. I took one hour lesser than the last time when I climbed Triund. The first thing I did on reaching the top was searching my bag. I got it with much ease than expected. Mountain people are descent and trustworthy! I then searched for the group of Tibetan students and got a tent booked near their tents. Ohh! I forgot to mention that I was going to be without network here for next whole day till I go downhill. The food is available here but little costly. That’s ok because getting a food at such height is a great deal in itself. I then relaxed for an hour and soaked the mountain sun. I have always felt the healing effect of soaking my body in the mountain sun. The mind comes to peace! And I get time to contemplate! This is the advantage of travelling solo.

The retiring sun!

The retiring sun!

After some rest, I strolled around the valley and clicked some pictures. Here I met two strangers – Jas and Sourav. Our language connected us well and we became friends. They clicked really good pictures of meJ. Who doesn’t like to get clicked? These are the memories that will always remain with me forever and I could go back to them whenever I will see the pictures. We then, strolled together and clicked some pictures till the sun was set to retire for the day. The sky turned into hues of orange and blue with the crescent moon, stars and lit up towns of Dharamshala and McLeodganj down the hill. It was gorgeous! It was a magical moment. We tried capturing the moment which came out quite well but it cannot be better than what the naked eyes saw. The shopkeeper who provided us the tents build up a bonfire and we sat with other trekkers to have dinner around that bonfire. We talked about photographs, places to which we belong, travel stories and trekking of course. Soon we were under the galaxy of stars with Milky Way visible to our eyes. It was both stunning and soothing to eyes. I felt cosmic energy in my body! It is hard to explain in words! As the bonfire was losing its fire and heat, we all joined the group of Tibetan students who were really high, fun and frolic. We then played antakshri (a game where teams are divided and one has to sing a song from the last word of the song that the other team has sung), sang random songs, talked on various topics from politics to religious to spiritual to being vegans. I remember Champa,

Gorgeous night view from Triund!

Gorgeous night view from Triund!

a Tibetan guy from Ladakh singing a Ladakhi folk song for us. Ishi, the guy from Bhutan sang a Bhutanese folk song. Varun, a Himachali guy from Kangra sang Himachali folk songs. And Sourav, the Punjabi guy from Jalandhar sang Bollywood and Punjabi songs for us. I too sang few songs and thanks to them for bearing my singing (it is actually very bad). Then Champa, Ishi and there one more friend made tea for everybody. I liked the way they served tea to everybody. Few hours ago I was nervous of travelling alone and now I was sitting among a group of strangers, chatting, singing songs and having tea. “A simple hello can lead to million thanks”. We then bade goodbye and dozed off in our Nomadic abode (tent). I couldn’t sleep at night because of freezing temp. I had an additional dread: I feared that my bladder might not hold out. And it was “freezing your ass” task to release the bladder in that freezing temp under the open sky. Sadly, I had no other choice. After this, I wasn’t comfortable for around next 20 minutes.

I got up little early to see the spectacular sunrise amidst hills. The locals said that it will not happen before 7:00am. Not taking a chance to miss it, I was up before 6:00am. The sun rose behind the hills giving the hope of warmth. I remembered this poem by Miachel Watts:

The sun is rising over the hills
Lighting the dark fields and rivers.

The red burning fire in the sky
Brings the shepherds warnings for the morning.

The fire is spreading, further and further,
Shining in the eyes of those that are stirring.

The passion of red overpowering the
Darkness, greyness and coldness of the night.

The redness spreads the heat of the fire –
Others cannot fail to be touched by its power.

The morning grows stronger and stronger –
Just like our love it is infectious and spreads.

The redness of the fire in the sky
Burns forever in our heart.

The fire in the sky!

The fire in the sky!

New day began with watching the sunrise and then brushing my teeth under the open sky. I was shy doing that as I had never brushed outside the bathroom in front of everyone. After having the last food at Triund, I hugged the strangers of previous night (now friends) and said good bye with a promise of seeing them again. I then started my journey downhill. On the way, I wished everyone good luck who was going uphill. My heart smiled every time I did that. It took me around 4 hours to reach back to McLeod. First thing on reaching downhill I did was to call home. I felt the pride in Dad’s voice. I then boarded the evening bus for Delhi.

At the end I want to thank Jas Kaur (a traveller friend), Raman (my brother), Manveen (Raman’s wife), Raj  and Sumit  for their endless support throughout my travel. This solo trek has not only left me enriched but also strengthened me to take up life’s challenge dauntlessly.

Here goes the picture blog!

Friends made at Triund! From left to right - Jaspreet, Amrita, Varun d Vegan, Sourav and I.

Friends made at Triund! From left to right – Jaspreet, Amrita, Varun d Vegan, Sourav and I.

Group of Tibetan students!

Group of Tibetan students!

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Down the valley from McLeod!

Series of Rising Sun - 1

Series of Rising Sun – 1

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Series of Rising Sun – 2

Series of Rising Sun - 3

Series of Rising Sun – 3

Melting with the sun!

Melting with the sun!

Triund Top!

Triund Top!

I belong to this mountain top!

I belong to this mountain top!

 

 

 

My Himalayan Odyssey!

Clouds are rumbling; teeming rain, as I sit to pen down my experience of a weeklong stay in Himalayas. My Himalayan Odyssey! It’s been more than 4 weeks that I’m back from yet another unforgettable road trip. Trips that are adding up to my life! It was surely a wonderful journey and I’m equally excited to write about it along with the sound of rain drops falling on the window.

As usual, journey started on Friday night. Friday – happiest day of the week for all Grey-collar workers! 😛 There is no need to worry about food when on National Highway -1. There are lot of “Dhabas (small kitchen)” on the way. The famous place for Dhabas and food is, Murthal. We stopped here, at Gulshan for dinner. The first destination was Manali! We were four friends, connected to a string of same passion. Harpal, an expert in driving and well versed about the places to which we were travelling. Joy, “Google Maps” as I call him and a dexterous photographer! And the two girls who were filled with  enthusiasm of exploring the new places. Taking advantage of Harpal’s travelling experiences; we stopped at every beautiful spot on the way to Manali. Slowly, we were absorbing the beauty of hills. There was a place en route Manali, where on our right were the hills, and on left was the Beas River. Sky was gheraoed by smoky clouds and we were chasing it in our little car. It was fun looking at the roads.

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On the way to Manali!

Finally! Happily tired, we reached our destination on Saturday evening. Manali is approximately 16 hours drive from Delhi. We chose to stay in a budget hotel with only basic amenities. We were satisfied with whatever there was in that hotel as we were too tired to go in search for another hotel. Sometimes it’s better to be content with what you have got! 🙂 We then met two friends – Nimit and Sabby, who are from Delhi, and had arrived Manali from Leh. Nimit is an awesome photographer and a humble soul. Whereas Sabby is a cheerful photographer who is fond of selfies. It is always good to meet someone you know at a far off place.Though, they confused us a lot about our next destination. We finally had dinner at Johnson’s Cafe (one of Manali’s best restaurants) along with some live music that was playing there. We then retired to deep slumber.

 

Apple Orchards, Manali!

Apple Orchards, Manali!

Day 2:

Being a morning person, I woke up before dawn, went out of the room and let the cool breeze of mountains rejuvenate me with its touch. I witnessed the rise of sun, slowly fading away the night’s darkness, and moving clouds making the snow clad mountains visible to the eyes. We then went deep into the apple orchards that was just opposite to our hotel and enjoyed clicking apples and posing with them. Till the time we got ready for our next place, the daylight was bright and  sun was over our head with deep blue sky and white cotton like clouds. There are very few times when sky is that blue in Delhi!

Manali Morning!

Manali Morning!

We then headed towards Rohtang – Pass. A beautiful pass from Manali! One has to cross this pass for going further to Leh. A permit is required to go there. Since we had not got the permit before hand, we could only go till the barricades or check post where the permits were checked. We had breakfast at river side and soaked up the sunshine of mountain sun. I love to sit with my face towards sun. I abhor any use of sunscreen lotion as “I love tans”. And I 20150726_174118believe – “Any makeup cannot be better than a tan“. Yes!  I got tanned :). En route we enjoyed watching huge mountains, driving on steep hilly roads, water falls and everything from a simple rock to its people. I was in a world of my own. Listening and humming to the tunes of Kishore Kumar (my favourite singer). By the evening we were back to the city and decided to take a stroll in the market. As a travelling ritual, I found out about a Gurdwara (a Sikh Temple) in the locality and went to pay my homage there. I am a strong believer of Guru Granth Sahib Ji (Holy book of Sikhs), and travelling is making my belief more firm. We munched on evening snacks at Saba Restaurant. I then came back to the hotel. The night was longer than usual as we were confused about our further travelling plan. Actually we had to go to Leh, but due to bad weather, we had to cancel it. So finally, Kinnaur in Himachal was decided.

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Day 3:

With deep heart of not going to Leh, we started our journey to Kalpa, a small town in Kinnaur district of Himachal. There are two ways of reaching Kalpa from Manali. One is via Jeori Pass and other is via Shimla. We chose the former one! We stopped at a very small restaurant on the way, run by a simple husband and wife. The food was tasty! More than taste it was their humbleness and simplicity that added to the taste. Though estimated time to reach Kalpa was 10 hours, but it actually took more than a day to reach there. One, because we were stopping at every beautiful spot and trust me whole route was beautiful 😛 🙂 And secondly, because of the rains and cloud bursts, we got landslides and rocky roads.

Clicked near Shoja

Clicked near Shoja!

There was not even a single time when we had to buy a water bottle. Every time the water was finished, we stopped at a waterfall on the way to fill the bottles and I didn’t miss a single chance of washing my face with the fresh water of hills :). Every time my hands got freeze! The most difficult drive was to Jeori Pass. It took around 4 hours to cover a stretch of just 5 kilometres. Kudos to the experience of Joy and Harpal! We safely passed the deadly hilly road. I exaggerated it a little 😛 But yes I was scared out of my wits! There was rain on the way and we crossed amidst clouds. Though I was afraid but I enjoyed it. The best part was, stopping at a village called Shoja for a tea break and having tea amidst mountains. We also happened to see a foreigner who was cycling on the hilly road. I somehow envied him of riding a cycle on such a beautiful road of my country. I wish to do it someday! Taking 2 – 3 tea breaks on the way, we halted at Rampur for the night.

Day 4:

Rainbow, Kalpa

Rainbow, Kalpa

We again started our journey to Kalpa (with a hope of reaching in 5 hours). Yes we reached Kalpa, only in the evening though :D. Ohh! I forgot to mention about the people that we met on our way. I remember names of some; I spoke to some, played with some and clicked some. The pictures with their names (if I remember) will be shared at the end of this post. There’s a memory of this day; we happened to stop at a place called Urni for a tea. Tea is a saviour in hills! While the tea was getting ready, we were sitting and chatting, and suddenly there was a sound of “boom!” friend’s iphone had fallen down and the screen got broke. All our life, we will never forget this place and this incident :P. I’m sure my friend is going to laugh when he reads this :).  Kalpa welcomed us with a full rainbow in hills. Due to incapability of my camera, I was not able to click a picture of it but it is captured in my heart forever. Till the time we found a hotel, moon was rising from behind the famous “Mount Kailash” (one of the peak in Kailash range). I just couched in a plastic chair and watched the moon filling up the darkness of night with its bright shine. Kalpa being a small town retires early in a day as compared to cities. So after a difficult search operation, we got food to satiate our day long hunger. We then tried some night photography and retired for a sleep sound after a long drive in hills.

Tea is a savior in Hills!

Tea is a savior in Hills!

Day 5:

_DSC0072 (2)Kalpa is located close to the foot of high Kinner Kailash. Kinner Kailash is the legendary winter home of Shiva. There is a spectacular sight early in the morning when the rising sun touches the snowy peaks with crimson and gold light. As suggested by locals, we woke up early to have a sight of “Golden Peak”. Though we didn’t really experience anything like that, but the simple sight of Kinner Kailash in itself was spectacular. I went up to a little height and remember being guided by a deaf-mute man. His smile has put a deep impression on my heart! After sometime, we could hear chanting from a temple and whole town was immersed deep in those chanting. Mind was at peace! Every living being from a single leaf to a beautiful flower to its people, was diffusing positive vibes. We visited a very old monastery in Kalpa and missed going to a famous suicide point there. With this positive vibes, we left Kalpa for Chitkul.

Inside Monastery, Kalpa

Inside Monastery, Kalpa

 

En-route Kalpa

En-route Kalpa

Terrain from Kalpa to Chitkul changes drastically! From high, dangerous hilly roads, we were welcomed to a beautiful valley of Sangla – Chitkul. Green mountains, flowing river and plethora of flowers, looked like a fairy tale. Chitkul is still an unexplored place, so there are not much hotels. But there are not much tourists either. So you can easily get a room there. After having some rest and food at hotel, we went to the river side to spend a peaceful evening. It was relaxing! I had a thought of being a ferociously flowing river and making my own way just like River Satluj. The setting sun in west and moon rising from east – north (I guess so), was mesmerizing. It was a full moon night! By the time we were back to our hotel, we were hungry. We tried food at Samaa Resorts. It’s a resort maintained by a very humble couple; Manmeet and Manali (we are now friends on facebook too). This is one more thing about travelling that I like – “making friends”. The food was good. We actually didn’t expect food of that level of taste. I wish the couple good luck for their future endeavours. Whole night, there was a sound of flowing river and rumbling of trees. I slept in ease with those sounds.

Spectacular Chitkul!

Spectacular Chitkul!

Day 6:

We again lazed around river and embraced its beauty. It was and extraordinary spectacle! I’m speechless to describe its beauty! It’s far away from my words. And I have incapability of describing His beautiful world. All my life I have believed in “magic”. It happened here at Chitkul. It was magical! I’m a kind of person who would like to sit and watch the beauty of the place rather than capturing it. It is because of the enthusiasm of my friend who goes beyond limits to click pictures. I owe one of my best pictures of the trip to him!

Chitkul Morning!

Chitkul Morning!

 

Day 7:

We started our “Nonstop” journey back to Delhi. Thanks to Harpal! I was almost in half slumber while coming back. There’s a lot that is left unsaid. Many memorable moments those are in my mind. Not making it too long to read, I decided to end it here. The post is only about my experiences and I’ve not shared much about the route. Get in touch with me if you want any information about reaching the place.

Little girl, Manali

Little girl, Manali

Old man at a restaurant, Manali!

Old man at a restaurant, Manali!

Cute Kid, Manali

Cute Kid, Manali

Little boy - Kaku!

Little boy – Kaku!

The highway girl - Aarushi!

The highway girl – Aarushi!

Mountain girl - Ananya!

Mountain girl – Ananya!

Mom and daughter duo, Manali

Mom and daughter duo, Manali

Hats off to truck drivers for driving on narrow roads of hills!

Hats off to truck drivers for driving on narrow roads of hills!

Kinnaur Kid - Riya!

Kinnaur Kid – Riya!

Kinnaur Lady 1!

Kinnaur Lady 1!

Kinnaur Lady -2!

Kinnaur Lady -2!

Storage house in Chitkul! Every family have their own storage house.

Storage house in Chitkul! Every family have their own storage house.

Houses in Chitkul be like!

Houses in Chitkul be like!

I envy those who studied here. A school building at Kalpa!

I envy those who studied here. A school building at Kalpa!

A Temple, Kalpa

A Temple, Kalpa

Samaa Resorts, Chitkul!

Samaa Resorts, Chitkul!

Full Moon, Chitkul!

Full Moon, Chitkul!