Posts Tagged ‘Didna Village’

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…

Sun was just rising, it was very cold unlike Bangalore’s hot weather, it was a pleasant morning.  I was jittery and acting crazy. Not sure why the butterflies were flying so high in my tummy with occasional cracking sound from other exit. May be the butterflies were farting or may be I was, I am not sure.  I was a total nervous wreck. Will I be able to complete my trek?will my dad find out and blast out like the way he did on last trek?May be I will back on Mule? stretcher?. When the briefing was done previous day by TTH group of all possible scenarios I was lost. Oxygen level low, they send you back, cant walk Mule ride all the way back, worst condition stretcher. No one want to hear the worst possibility on the first day of the trek trust me.

Painting my face with Sunscreen 50+SPF, like others I was looking like a white walker with black eyes. With cross mark head to toe I was saying my rosary back to back, my hands were shivering. After picking my daily ration(refreshment for the trek) banana, biscuit and chocolates, we 21 members+guide+trek lead+2 other guides we started our trek. Nervous though I was confident I am going to walk, sipping water, peeing on the trail, taking small breaths.

This is before we burnt our face and nose in the sun

Locals are innocent people. When you meet the local people, greet them, ask them about their day. Be nice to them, like how they are nice to us.They may not like you clicking their pictures. Ask them, if they deny walk with a smile, you dont have anything to lose. They may not be educated but smarter than you.

Sun was just setting, weather was pleasant, it was 6.5 KM walk. No one could complain about the surrounding, smiling local people, whispering mountains and the complimentary wind.

I enjoyed the first couple of hours, you know, clicking pictures, stopping here and there to catch my breath. Its then the steep ascend started. I could hear my, as well as my fellow trekkers breathing. Every two step I had to stop.I opted for the mule to carry my backpack, so I dont know the real pain of carrying the backpack and walking.

These beautiful flowers are called as Buransh(RhododebDron), no matter how correctly you prnounce the name in Hindi, the local people will correct you with a smile. The juice made from these flowers is just awesome.No they dont make the wine:(

Oh, that’s me!!!

Our first break.

Pushkar Sir, our awesome guide. The guy treks nonstop, very knowledgeable and down to earth. With killer looks he has fantastic mountaineering skills.

The second break.

While you walk the path which hundreds would have crossed these beautiful flowers are the only one which welcome you to their terrain heartily.

Keep walking, sip the water, catch your breath.Repeat.

My peeing in the wilderness saga started here. I guess this was the first and only time I hated being woman. With pressure of drinking 2 liter water, my bladder was already whining. Modesty, oh yeah, I had locked it up back in Bangalore. I looked around for a spot and marked my territory proudly. It was just the beginning, trust me, I have peed on the whole trail.

They carry 60-70kgs weight and walk faster than us. The only transport you find in the mountains.

The first Maggi point.

Second Maggi Point

You can see Gangaji in the pic. Must say the food was really awesome. They were really nice and warm people. Stay was cozy, with only one solar light which lit up in the night. They had real wash room with real water. This was the last stop where our butts will see the water for the last time. Body already had its last bath in Lohajung

By 2 we were done with our lunch. It was very hot outside, temptation to go inside and lie down was insane but I tried and stayed with sipping water . Its recommended not to sleep during day time when you are on trek. When the sun was unbearable I went inside and dozed off keeping my eyes open. 

Evening around 4.30 after tea for acclimatization, we walked the small near by mountain. As we go higher the sea level we have to do acclimatization, so that our body gets used to the surrounding. Its on the way we picked the wood for the camp fire.

Mind blowing view was our bounty.

As we descended we had our soup and our first oxygen, heart beat check. Scared we all were but everything was under control except the uninvited mild head aches.

It is how we warmed up ourselves in the cold weather before going to bed.

Geethaji with her darling husband.

Geethaji and Gangaji’s hospitality was fantastic. For every problem they had a solution which they gave with smiling faces. During winter they dont stay in this village as the snow fall is heavy. They go to the other side of the village, where they spend their winter with their livestock.

 

Trekking Tips for the Day:

-Take small steps

-Take enough breaks, sip the water dont gulp it.

-Be punctual

-Be nice to your trek mates, try to make a conversation.

-Listen to the trek guide

-Carry energy bars or anything you fancy for the trek

-Sun screen 50+SPF, sun cap, water bottle is the must. 

-Respect the local people and their privacy.

-Dont litter on the ,mountains. 

 

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

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

To be continued..