Himalayan expedition, as we fondly referred to in our college days, was a dream of all 3 of us (group of 4, Shyam is least interested in these activities). No more among us is Roshan, who would have enjoyed every bit of the trip. As amateur trekkers & bikers, we seriously dreamt of this trip (if not anything else) which was destined to happen only after 8 years of agonizing wait. For most, travel is a leisure activity, a temporary disruption of every day life. But for us, travel is much, much more than that. It’s a means to an end.
Inputs of trek came flouting from many sources. With a month long anticipation, planning and preparation culminated the D day. The day i started my journey, namma bengalooru was floating with heavy down pour. Thanks to Girish my friend who bought me to railway station on time. The excitement increased as i reached Hyderabad. We had great time at Anils place and partied all night. With Zeal, at its feverish pitch, 24hr long train journey to Delhi started but was crawling slow. If reaching Delhi was an event in itself - shuttling between old and New Delhi railway stations was disgusting and painful. And in between i made my friend Swati also run from old to New Delhi who came to meet me.
We boarded the train to Ambala which was nowhere close to a pleasing journey. It was 3 am when we reached Ambala where the lodge was booked for us. Next day morning at 8 we had tea and started towards our destination Kasol. We passed Chandigarh and stopped for breakfast. It was 5:30 PM when we reached Kullu from where we need to take a deviation towards right and the road takes us to Kasol which is at 35Km from Kullu.
We cruised through beautiful unfolded green mountains and river Parvati was flowing slickly through the rocky valley. Road was curvy and had many hairpin bends. At one such hairpin bend i screamed to stop the bike. Anil was shocked for a moment but got control on bike and stopped in hurry. When i said look front we both were taken aback and our jaw fell open. first time ever in life we were seeing a mighty snow clad mountain in front of us. It was a golden moment for both of us. All the pain of long journey vanished as we stood still gazing the spectacular landscape. We stood there for almost 15 min watching the sun playing tricks on the snow clad peaks and capturing the moment in our camera. Sun was setting and was getting dark, so we were left with no option but to progress.
It was 6:30 PM when we reached Kasol Base camp of National Himalayan Trekking Expedition oganized by Youth Hostel Association of India during the month of May every year.
350KM butt-wrenching bike ride from Ambala to Kasol on a pulsar 150cc with a heavy back pack was unforgettable. Though we had done many biking trips, this was a different experience in itself. Many tea breaks and photo breaks made our journey easy and memorable. It was a long journey but all the pain and tiredness was lessened by seeing the gren valley, Peaks and the place where the camp was situated. We straight went to the reporting officer and checked in. We had reached base camp 2 days earlier from the date we were supposed to report(As it was planned). Anil had a word with the field director and we were allotted a seperate tent next to his. First day of our journey from Ambala to Kasol was ended after hogging great paranthas and alu sabji and in next few minuts we were in the sleeping bags provided for us.
Inputs of trek came flouting from many sources. With a month long anticipation, planning and preparation culminated the D day. The day i started my journey, namma bengalooru was floating with heavy down pour. Thanks to Girish my friend who bought me to railway station on time. The excitement increased as i reached Hyderabad. We had great time at Anils place and partied all night. With Zeal, at its feverish pitch, 24hr long train journey to Delhi started but was crawling slow. If reaching Delhi was an event in itself - shuttling between old and New Delhi railway stations was disgusting and painful. And in between i made my friend Swati also run from old to New Delhi who came to meet me.We boarded the train to Ambala which was nowhere close to a pleasing journey. It was 3 am when we reached Ambala where the lodge was booked for us. Next day morning at 8 we had tea and started towards our destination Kasol. We passed Chandigarh and stopped for breakfast. It was 5:30 PM when we reached Kullu from where we need to take a deviation towards right and the road takes us to Kasol which is at 35Km from Kullu.
We cruised through beautiful unfolded green mountains and river Parvati was flowing slickly through the rocky valley. Road was curvy and had many hairpin bends. At one such hairpin bend i screamed to stop the bike. Anil was shocked for a moment but got control on bike and stopped in hurry. When i said look front we both were taken aback and our jaw fell open. first time ever in life we were seeing a mighty snow clad mountain in front of us. It was a golden moment for both of us. All the pain of long journey vanished as we stood still gazing the spectacular landscape. We stood there for almost 15 min watching the sun playing tricks on the snow clad peaks and capturing the moment in our camera. Sun was setting and was getting dark, so we were left with no option but to progress.It was 6:30 PM when we reached Kasol Base camp of National Himalayan Trekking Expedition oganized by Youth Hostel Association of India during the month of May every year.
350KM butt-wrenching bike ride from Ambala to Kasol on a pulsar 150cc with a heavy back pack was unforgettable. Though we had done many biking trips, this was a different experience in itself. Many tea breaks and photo breaks made our journey easy and memorable. It was a long journey but all the pain and tiredness was lessened by seeing the gren valley, Peaks and the place where the camp was situated. We straight went to the reporting officer and checked in. We had reached base camp 2 days earlier from the date we were supposed to report(As it was planned). Anil had a word with the field director and we were allotted a seperate tent next to his. First day of our journey from Ambala to Kasol was ended after hogging great paranthas and alu sabji and in next few minuts we were in the sleeping bags provided for us.n
