Posts Tagged ‘Ali Bugyal’

When sun finally rose after his sweet sleep, it was windy and cold. There was plenty of clean water for our face and tushie but the wind and cold weather made it unbearable to feel the touch of it on our bare skin. Black tea, half an hour later followed by breakfast we were all set for our journey. With the usual ration(biscuit+candies+chocalate bars) in our bag we thanked Geethaji and Gangaji for their hospitality and started our journey. Our journey was from Didna Village to Ali Bugyal, approximately 8000 ft to 11000 ft above sea level, total distance of 10.5 km.

Humans are never on time but mules are.

Colors add flavors to the journey making it more exciting ,bright and merry.

Trees were quiet, birds were none, the trail was clear so as our destination.

Drink water, walk, catch your breath, walk , check for snakes and pee. I had become expert in trekking just in 2 days. 

After a steep ascent we were warmly welcomed by the trees, mind blowing views and tall, broad, sexy trees.

First Maggie point.

Yellow, blue, purple, white, red flowers are everywhere.

I dont know about men from other country but men from my country are crazy about cricket. Trek or no trek, they are always ready to play cricket no matter where.

The guy in red is a awesome bowler, as they say talent hidden from world wasted in the mountains except for the occasional spectators and well wishers.

Looks familiar!

Lets catch our breath and click some pictures. Lets make memories for eternity.

Mules never stop, they continue their graceful walk till the end.

Asia’s largest and beautiful meadow.

Our campsite, Ali Bugyal

Made for each other, our first makeshift wet Indian toilets. Dont they look cute together?You make sound in one and you can hear in next. Unfortunately I eavesdropped, previous nights dal and potato yelling, it wasnt pleasant for my ears though.

With the crazy wind I was worried that people find me squatted, butt naked while the tent flew with the wind,(its worse than somebody hear you fart) Luckily it never happened. First day you need lots of courage to use those toilets. By the end of the trek you will be a pro, trust me.

In search of drinking water and acclimatization.

Gyan sharing by Guddu bhayya(one with stick) and Gaurav bhayya.

View from the near by hill. Blue are our makeshift tents while green are fixed tents belonging to forest department.

Kalu, Santy and Pinky on their way up to the hill

 

They are from near by village, who spend most of their time trekking the summit following whoever is crossing their path. In winter they go to their home which is in near by village.

Fluffy, Santy lets you to pat him but he doesnt like too much cuddling.

Everywhere you go you can find small stone temple with Trishul. Most of the people are Shiva’s devotees.

Sweet little lullaby with good night kiss by the Sun in Ali Bugyal.

Demo on how to you oxygen cylinder.

As it was windy we ditched our tent and gathered in one of the forest departments fixed, warm tent. Sipping the soup after acclimatization we listened to Guddu bhayaa stories involving kings, queens dancers and horses. Hot soothing soup ,tasty popcorn, Guddu bhayaa’s  steady voice, warmth of the tent, bingo!!everyone’s oxygen level and pulse rate was normal.

Our trek leader explained us how to use the oxygen cylinder, which Gaurav bhayya carried on his shoulder, in case of emergency. We had come to the mountains to learn that!!!When we walked towards our tent after dinner we all were tired and cold.Wind was acting like total freak ,murmuring, singing song which didnt make any sense.

Hardest thing on the coldest night is going to washroom. No one made it to the washroom, at least not that night, everyone picked their spot and watered it, like their own, moon was smiling in the sky knowing our little dirty secret. 

Far away from maddening bragging crowd, irritating gadgets, life’s responsibilities, social pressure I felt, kind of tranquility in the presence of the mountains. Jingling bells of mule were the only loud but pleasant music except for the noise made by our tents against the wind in the quiet night. Far away from the civilization but very near to something more precious. Your life may not change but the way you look at life will definitely change. A holy journey that makes you complete.

 

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/02/mountains-are-calling-day1-rishikesh/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/03/mountains-are-calling-day1-rishikesh-to-lohajung/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/05/mountains-are-calling-day3lohajung-to-didnavillage/

 

To be continued…