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PatarNachauni

The famous dancer from the mountains.

One last time when our bagged were waiting for the mules

Perfect farewell gift by Mohith.

When he danced with his heart even the mountains gaped at his moves in silence

He had all the trekkers glued to his sleazy moves

They cook food, boil the water, wash the utensils , in one word they take care of us with smile on their face.

Morning talks, I am gonna miss the most

We would have parted our ways but they will be remembered for their service.

Burnt face, limping walk, dirt accumulated body and priceless experience

Not Poop!!!Dirt in your nails is last thing you have to worry.

Hope one day I can trek like them, fast, firm, fearless and passionate.

They may not be trekkers but they had time of their life. Singing, shouting, eating fefda. By the end of the trek I started “cho’ing” every sentence. “Kemcho, maja marcho” was my classic. You can imagine the impact they had on me.

Bedni Bugyal

One look around and your spirits are lifted up to the sky by the colorful flowers

Bedni Bugyal

Be a man or woman its your passion matters and not the gender.

“Careful Madam” is all they said when I was descending. Unlike city men they didnt ask my name, phone number, age, status rather they smiled and waved. They didnt walk they ran like a carefree deer.

Rhododendron break, I gulped three glass of juice shamelessly. Thirstier than the black crow  from my 1st book I was.

Small place though but the lunch they served was delicious.

Spelling who cares when you can smell the food

Wan Village starts from here. Last, final stretch of our trek. Last day trek 15KM in one shot!!!!

Mayank with his sister Gauri on the way back from school

When I asked their permission to click picture they were all happy and smiles. Its almost wise to ask their permission before clicking their picture. We trek, explore their place and intrude their privacy. Most of the aged people doesnt like to be clicked.

didi, Chocolate” is all they ask

Nothing can compete with priceless nature

Wan Village, its pretty, peaceful and soothing.

Yeah we did it without braking bones or mule ride.

Thank you Trek The Himalayas, you have been a good companion and organizer

I was limping, had blisters when I reached the Wan Village from where we had to Travel to Lohajung by Jeep. I was happy to be back to civilization, warm bath, good food. I was and still mesmerized by the people from mountains, they dont have wants like us, they have just basic needs. Their beyond worth innocence makes you question about your way of living. They might be poor but its their purity in nature makes them millionaire.

After one day when I landed in Bangalore I was missing the mountains, The Himalays, the wind, the cold weather, the trail, the dirt, the mules, people from mountain, my trek mates, guides. I am glad mountains called me and I went to them.

Feel free to drop me a mail if you need any tips on “Things to carry on Roopkund trek(Summer)”. I may not be a professional trekker yet but i am sure I will be one soon. my email id lobosylvia@gmail.com

Some Tips who never shares:

-Tie your hair, last thing you want to do is un-knot is your hair in the wind

-Pack Skinnies, very usefull.

-Pick the right trekking shoes. Remember they have to be spacious, comfortable and relaxing like your underwear .

-Make sure nails are trimmed.

-Go With a open mind.

-Carry stationeries, sweets, you can give it to Wan Village Kids.

-Be nice to guides, organizers and people you meet on trek.

-Respect the nature, the mountains and dont litter.

-What to pack, what not to pack, Google can tell you better than me 🙂

Read below to know how the journey started

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/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/10/mountains-are-calling-day4didnavillage-to-alibugyal/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/18/mountains-are-calling-day5alibugyal-to-patarnachauni/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/26/mountains-are-calling-day6patarnachauni-to-bhagwabasa/

https://snlworld.com/2018/07/07/mountains-are-calling-daybhagwabasa-to-roopkund-to-patarnachauni/

 

EPIC journey ends here

Even though  I was inside my sleeping bag at 7, turning, slipping, rarely I could sleep, the excitement, nervousness, not to forget the crazy wind and cold was keeping me awake. Did I tell you what is the most difficult task when you are on trek?getting into the sleeping ,sleeping in it and getting out of it when it is freezing cold outside. When you turn, the sleeping bag slips and again you have to adjust yourself in the right place. How I hated the sleeping bag but hey thats the only thing kept me warm, I had issues with it but yeah, I learned to compromise. One among the many lessons learnt on the mountains.

I was up at 1;30, before the wake up call. It was bone chilling outside the tent. Some trekkers were already on their way to the summit, could see the train of head lamps moving. With head lamps on I struggled to find a spot to water, not even the mountains could have seen me in that pitch dark.

I drank some water , may be little bit more I wanted the Fu***** oxygen level to be pumping high in body. I ate the maggi they served, I went for the second serve thinking I need the all energy this tiny lifeless thread could give. With harness, gaiters, woolen glause  and snow spikes I felt like an astronaut getting ready for the rocket launch in Mars. I was saying my prayers drinking water. I didnt had the energy to empty my bladder before we leave with all the new fancy accessories on. Man oh Man; slippery trail, melting ice, non stop commands from mountaineers not to stop and the annoying head lamp, yeah we were on. I dont know what had gotten into me, I walked and walked, never stopping like a woman who is possessed.

It wasnt easy especially to walk on the ice as it was our first time. The sun was just rising up and we were late. you see you have to reach the summit before 7 and leave around 8, before the sun rises because ice melts and trail becomes slippery. As we were late technical team ordered us to speed up.Couple of our trek mates couldnt go further and went back. I felt bad for them but I was glad I was not one among them. On the way we could see one girl, victim of ACM with a guide. It is very common but it scares the shit out of you.

Even though I am a photo freak I didnt take my phone out, It was cold and I let others take picture for a change and enjoyed my walk. My bladder was already on red signal and that was my another worry.

The famous Roopkund. We couldnt go down, our technical team let us as it was already 8. The Kund has its own history filled with adventure

Yes I did it, I did it, I did it…..

There I was at the top, summit and I was going crazy not with joy but with tension. My bladder was at the edge with its siren on. I searched around desperately, walked around and then found a place but men were there talking. I wouldnt have done this but like a small kid I lifted my hand and showed my small pinky finger. They just walked away giving me my most needed privacy. Was I shamed hell na, I was proud because I peed on the summit, yes, I did it:)and I still cant stop talking about it.

Some wanted their lone time in the Kund.

People were going bonkers at the summit.

This guy stripped (only shirt) to make his achievement more memorable. He had taken dip in the icy cold water on Chadhar Trek. Some hard core adventurer he is, glad I met him.

When you want trek, trek with Trek the Himalayas(TTH). They organize the things very nicely.

Sun was dancing high in the sky and we started our journey back. We walked and walked it took us some time to understand how much we had walked in the dawn. Ice was melting, sun was mocking and we were tired but we had go on. Couple of minutes break, “Little bit more, come on up on your feet” orders and we were back on our feet.

The great Pushkargi, should see the man trek. He never stops unless to its required. He is man of adventure and down to earth.

oh Yeah DSLRS were everywhere so as the creative photographers. Wonder how they carried them, the trail, the back pack on your back and this extra weight. May be passion is all you need.

Getting the gear ready for the return journey

We were back at the base camp around lunch time, all i wanted was to lie down and rest but they didnt let me. I wasnt feeling all that great but yeah i had long distance to cover. I started walking, ahead of everyone. I wanted a long, very long break.

Mules tail captivated me, its hair was so straight and sexy, I always craved to have such lovely hair.I was soo tempted to touch it, “will kick you if you touch” warning stopped me there.

Base camp

Maggi point at Bhagwabasa

Base camp is busy as any other market which is lively through out the day

Bhagwabasa

This gentleman is unstoppable, hard core trekker and yeah he is reason many could make it to the summit. He is the motivator.

Making memories and capturing it forever.

My sun pooped face

I made couple of good friends who walked at a great speed. Most of them had done couple of famous treks and me, the country village girl had nothing to boast about until then.

It was unfortunate to be on mule on that trail. If you are not keeping well then you dont have any other option you just have to be on mules back and remember your grandfather while bile rises in your mouth.

They are ones who makes out journey most memorable, their graceful walk, jingling sound made by their bell around their neck, not to forget their dry dung scattered all over the mountains, their hard work for which they will never get credit. They are the true unsung heroes of the mountains.

The guy has no fear, doesnt feel cold, doesnt care about the wind.

Finally we were back at PatarNachauni at 3. I slept for a while. As next day was the last day of our trek we were allowed to sleep and do whatever we liked but we couldnt as it was cold and windy. There were the other trekkers who were lost seeing out happy smiling faces. We easily could recognize the scared worried look as we were in their place few days back. We had the same viva like how it was, how many made it, is it snowing….We ensured them everything will be alright like how the previous group ensured us. When you are in mountains that is what you have to do, be always encouraging and supportive.

When the twinkling stars were dancing in the sky I was sleeping . For the first time I had peaceful sleep except for the occasional barks of Blacky.

 

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/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/10/mountains-are-calling-day4didnavillage-to-alibugyal/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/18/mountains-are-calling-day5alibugyal-to-patarnachauni/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/26/mountains-are-calling-day6patarnachauni-to-bhagwabasa/

 

To be continued…

When I got up at 5AM, my usual, it was really cold outside. One of the main reason I used to get up early is so that I can finish my nature call with sound/without sound, without audience. I tried but didnt know to be the carefree child again who doesn’t care about her surroundings. No I didnt brush my teeth or wash my face, or tushie, mouth freshener and wet tissues were very handy. My nails were already dirty with mud making their home in them, did I care hell no. Summit was all I cared. The trek was short distance but difficult one, steep ascend was the big challenge. Pata Nachauni to Bhagwabasa via Kalu Vinayak 4KM distance 14029ft above sea level, challenging trek.

As we were getting ready so as the enthusiastic people who made the summit. On public demand Mohith, the killer dancer showed his moves. Sia’s Cheap trills were making the surrounding groovy, It was nothing less than a party, people were smiling, cheering Mohith , nothing could stop him nor the wind neither the cold,how I loved the mountains. One more talent rusting except for the occasional praises or whistles. 

Mohith getting ready for the flip

He had trekkers glued to him.

It was crazy ascend. The narrow trail, people, mule ascending and descending, mind blowing view, cold wind.

Santy finished his summit and met us on his way back. As I said earlier nothing could stop him. I had tried to bribe him with biscuit, the first day we met but he dint fall for that trick.

Shivas temple,Kalu Vinayak. Trekkers on their way to base camp blow the conches shouting lord Shivas name in the silence of the mountain for the well being of the trekkers and their journey.

“Bolo har har mahadev ki” and people shout with joy “JAIIIIIII”gulping the tea or coffee or Maggi they ordered.

Trishul

You have to love the nature and should have the invite from the mountain for the holy journey. It has been life changing for many.

It is super crowded, maggi points on either side, Shivas temple, killer view and those fancy DSLR guys blocking path, photo bombing every single click. It was annoying but kind of nice and soothing, such a crowd at high altitude.

Have to be ready for the unseen journey ahead. Our super guide Mahi.

The lady is on a mission.

Cold or hot, windy or rainy, Mules will never stop. With the jingling bell around their neck they walk gracefully carrying the burden of the people they never met.

You have to be there physically to enjoy the view and feel the wind. Totally worth it.

Usually trekkers who aren’t keeping well are sent back on mules back. This guy seems to be alright but it pretty bad to go back on mules back. It makes you recall all your sin and tummy goes for merry go round before you puke.

Trishul,view from base camp Bhagwabasa.

You are surrounded by the mountains, they are everywhere, north, south, east, west.

That is India Hikes dry toilet.

We reached around 1.00AM to the base camp Bhagwabasa. After having the delicious lunch i went to doze in my camp. The chilly wind was giving me hard time. Drinking water was ok but peeing in the dry toilet was bit annoying so we used the wilderness and watered the green patch of grass. How I envied men then.

We had our soup, oxygen and heart beat level check followed by “do’s and donts on big day” by technical team. Luckily all my trek mates passed the oxygen level test, hardest test, harder than IAS, to clear when you are above 14000ft sea level. It was fascinating to see technical team, explain. They were fearless like the White Walkers. Krishna alias Kris, Vijay explanation had everyone’s ears.

Snow spikes, gaiters, safety harness with detailed walk through with trail by the  technical team at the base camp.

Did I tell you mountain men are good looking :). They might have unshaven beard or you know jungle type look but they are handsome in their own mountainy way. (No, sorry I didnt find anyone there if you are curious, my eyes were only for the Roopkund)

Wearing gaiters, spikes, safety harness and walking was a tiring job for first timers.

That is Vijay, the mountaineer. He has his team, they dont need anything they just run on the snow and sloppy areas and yell at us “Daro Mat”(dont be scared).

We had our dinner at 7 and went to sleep early as next day was the big day. Finally we were going to the summit, to see the Roopkund. Wake up call was at 2.00 AM in the morning. Final journey was at 3.30AM, the challenging ,adrenaline pumping journey

“I will walk, I will walk, with all my will, I will walk with all my strength, I will walk and complete this journey, I will walk and nothing gonna stop me” I was determined. It is all mind game, you should have the determination, the will and nothing can stop you.

The killer view from the base camp.

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/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/10/mountains-are-calling-day4didnavillage-to-alibugyal/

https://snlworld.com/2018/06/18/mountains-are-calling-day5alibugyal-to-patarnachauni/

 

To be continued

“I am going to Roopkund”,I said looking anywhere but at my dad, in low, quiet voice, which was unknown to me. It was a statement and not a request, I wanted him to see that. He looked at me while I was busy checking out the growth of the coconut for the first time in 10 years and said “not required, not meant for you, come home instead”.  If only my dad was supportive I would have gone to Mars 20 years back. Now you know whom to blame for my failure.There, my statement was blown away just like that. I chuckled and walked back home. Throwing tantrums, banging head to the wall and screaming “I am going, going”, rolling big tears days were over. I smiled at my mom who curiously asked “what did he say?”.

“That husband of yours never gonna change. He should be happy that I am informing and going, but no, that old man has to be total pain in ass”.

“So you are not going?” Mom wanted to know.

“I am going. I wasnt asking permission Flo, I was informing him”. I was cool like cucumber, there was a time whatever my dad said was final but not anymore. May be being in early 30’s gives you insane courage.

“Dont get married, roam like a vagabond, In olden days your age….” there she went with her  favorite dialogue.

“Whatever, husband or no husband nobody can stop me, at least this time.

“Roopkund” I wanted to make the journey years back when a hard core trekker explained the beauty of the mountain, sipping coffee at Gloria Jeans, Indiranagar(Which is closed now). I wanted to see what was the big fuss about; Trail, meadow, terrain, rain, tress. Immediate next year when I got the chance Nisha and Loly werent ready so I backed out. Its then I decided I have to make the journey with or without them.

I pursuaded my friends and cousins for almost 4 years but no one budged, buggers. 2018 was my year, I got the chance and I grabbed it with both of my hands and legs, never letting it go, Dads “no” down the drain I looked forward to the trek.

Eating 2 boiled eggs daily, forcefully, climbing the steps, jogging in the park, sit ups I wasnt ready to take any risk. When I told the doctor who  was examining me for common cold about the trek he wrote some more test, even he wasn’t ready to take any risk. I think even for my marriage I wouldnt get ready like this.

With all reports normal I was sure “Cardiac-Arrest” out of scope but ACM was giving me head ache. As you go higher the sea level oxygen level in your body decreases resulting nausea, fatigue, head ache. Gana, one of my friend said “you can close your eyes and do it. You should be passionate about climbing the mountain, dont give up, everything is in your head, drink lots of water. Believe in yourself and you will see the sun rise on the Trishul” she was inspiring. She have completed Roopkund years back and now she is aiming for Rupin-Pass. Hard core sports woman, she represent our country corporate level, she is a  gem in ordinary box. I am so lucky to have the acquaintance of  such great female personalities.

Shopping was crazy expensive. Trekking gear costs you bomb but its one time investment, its mandatory so you cant avoid it.

The crazy me

Laxman Jhula, Rishikesh

Ganges, no I didnt take the dip

River rafting one of the most seen ritual after pooja-paat. If we observe carefully I am sure even the gods will be seen rafting in the Ganges

Ram Jhula, Rishikesh

With whole worlds sin Ganges flew silently at night

Rickshaw

Police!!!

 

To be continued…