Phularidhar : A tiny hamlet in the lap of Dhauladhars that will take your breath away!

The best trips often turn out to be the unplanned ones. While doing a solo trip to Barot Valley, the idea was to explore Rajgundha Valley and Lohardi as well for it made sense to tick them off since they’re just a stone’s throw away. But Phuladhar or Phularidhar was nowhere in my knowing. It was a pure accident and an impulsive unplanned one day trip.

So while catching the third bus on that tiring day of 14th May, when i was up since 4 am and every part of my body ‘ouched’ so bad, a very kind gentleman named Roshanlal figured how exhausted I was standing in a jam packed Himachal Roadways bus in Ghatasani. ‘Ma’am please sit down”! He spoke to me in a rather strange accent, the ones that the locals use with foreigners. I politely declined his kind gesture and insisted that he kept sitting but he wouldn’t listen and my tired legs eventually gave in to his kindness.

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From my HRTC bus window!

We had probably half an hour before he reached his village and those few minutes were spent talking about his hamlet and the surprises it had to offer. He gave me his number and told me to drop by whenever i planned my next trip.

Fast forward to four days later, after having roamed around Barot and Chota Bhangal region, I caught an early morning bus from Lohardi back to Mandi. Sitting on my seat, I thought of how I could spend another day in the mountains but somewhere i hadn’t been in the last four days. I decided to call Roshanlal but disconnected the call before it rang. I thought I’d give him a surprise and drop by without letting him know. And so i got down at Jhatingri and hiked up 6 kms with a not so light bag, often getting tempted to call him and tell him to pick me up.

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Phuladhar on a bright sunny day. Pic taken from my hosts.

But somehow I didn’t want to stop walking/ sweating or getting burnt. There was this ‘hard to describe’ kind of excitement of doing an impromptu trip to an unknown villager’s place. I remembered Roshanlal telling me that his camp was on the topmost point of the mountain and  had a 360 degree view of the place around. That was my reward and it kept me going without complaining.

After about an hour’s drive in the HRTC, i got down at the Jhatingri bus stop. I asked this old Auntie at a Dhaaba by the road if the track on the right went up to Phuladhar. She nodded and invited me for breakfast. While having a not so good maggie and a super milky tea, she asked why I traveled alone even when I had a husband and why my nose wasn’t adorned with a nath like other married women. I simply smiled at her and told her that the husband likes his bike rides way too much and I loved my mountains more than anything and that it was okay to do our own things. Auntie was left a tad bit amused but I was used to these questions followed by the much animated reactions 🙂

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At the outset of the hike…since i had no one to click me.

I unzipped my wallet to check how much money i was left with and hoped I could afford this one extra date with the mountains of Phuladhar. 1400 bucks! I had no idea how much Roshanlal would charge me but I had no plans of heading back home today. And so I started the hike up to Phuladhar, in the ever so confusing weather. The sun was menacingly hot and a mini truck passing by tempted me bad to hitchhike but walking 5 to 6 kms uphill would have gifted me umpteen more surprises than going on a four wheeler. So I constantly did some Oohs and Aahs ( I now know why Maria Sharapova grunts so much while playing). Screaming out the pain helps quite a bit 🙂 Such insightful discoveries on a solo hike are bound to happen! No? 😉

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Boundless farms en route and snowy Dhauladhars in the backdrop. (Pic taken from the hosts)

The hike started from the PWD guest room at the base of Jhatingri, a steep track going uphill on its left. The road isn’t tarred and there are quite a few shortcuts in between through the Pine and Deodar trails. But I choose to walk more and longer, for the initial part at least. It was strange how I found myself the only one hiking up to the village with not a soul or a vehicle around. While Barot was just a few km away from Jhatingri, there was a stark difference between the two. Barot was swamped with guest houses home stays and resorts while the hamlets here, enjoyed the solitude and absence of human jam.

I learnt after my trip that Jhatingri was once the summer capital of Barot and was renowned for its palaces of Raja and Rani which are now in ruins. Its situated at 6600ft amsl at Ghoghar Dhar and lies just 5 kms ahead of Ghatasani ( from where I caught the bus for Barot Valley on day 1 of my trip)

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some more farms!

The sun only got meaner and the trails through the dense Blue Pines invited me to take some shelter. I sat down, listening to the alien sounds of crickets and toads. A boy came sliding down from the top, and disappeared into the lower trails. I wondered what i’d do in two hours, would probably take him 20 mins! Mountain folks are forever giving you some fitness complex. The mud on the trail was wet and loose yet i decided to take the short cut. While climbing up, the stones started falling off and the soil under my feet lost its ground. I had a huge tree root right in front of me and I caught hold of it like a child would catch hold of his father’s hand. While the nature tried to push me down, another part of it came to my rescue, saving me from some more scars.

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At Devdhar Village

I reached a relatively flatter land with green farms around me. A hut or two stood by the farms and there was finally a sign of civilization. I decided to go ask its occupants for water and that’s when I got to know that this hamlet was called Devdhar. I was told that Phuladhar was another km and a half away. The fields were neon green and yellow with Jawaar almost ready for the harvest. A little further ahead, stood a green house with the most beautiful backdrop. It was nestled amidst the lush green farms and Dhauladhars peeped out of the clouds behind. I decided to go across the farm fence just when this not so social fur baby tied under a tiny shed on the farms,barked rambunctiously and dared me not to move ahead. Throwing few Parle Gs at him helped us bonding to some extent. His folks worked in the farms while he like a good boy watched over the house.

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The little Furry Pal, guarding his house!

The path from Devdhar village to Phularidhar had many rustic houses, some abandoned while some still occupied. They screamed of old age traditions with mud ceilings and stone walls, complementing the surreal village backdrop so beautifully.

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One of the abandoned houses in Phuladhar!

 It had started to rain now and i was a KM away from Roshanlal’s abode. His place is called CAMP 360 and it truly lives up to its name, standing on the topmost hillock with astounding views from every angle. I reached a track with a wired fence on either sides. Two towers and potato farms laid on my right while two huge buildings with red roofs, a private guest house stood on my left. The road was definitely less taken for it narrowed as I went further with grass and gravel. I spotted a cottage on the left while another one further ahead with a gazebo kind of look with red slanting roofs. I finally called Roshanlal and told him that I was outside his place but didn’t know which one of the cottages was his. 

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Potato farms ( pic taken from the hosts)

The one on the left is called Robins cottage owned by a French man. Roshanlal stood on a ladder painting one of the walls of his camp along with a volunteer , a student from Bangalore. 

Roshanlal exclaimed rather excitedly ‘Mujhe pata tha aap aaoge” Welcome Ma’am”! He took me to the dining cabin which had huge glass windows, watching over the valley below. The space was done up so beautifully with DIY driftwood lamps and seating arrangements. He then got me and the student boy some tea. While catching up over that cup of chai, the young guy told me about these sites where in one can volunteer to work with homestays or lodges in the mountains and while you don’t get paid but your food and accommodation is taken care of. Why didn’t I know of such things while studying in college. Well i never even loved mountains then ( how i’d disown that part of me now).

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Rains and all the magic they create! (pic taken from the hosts)

This was his first trip to the mountains ever…in fact first to the North India. He belonged to Kerala and was pursuing his bachelors in Bangalore. I asked him about Bir since the take off point 360 was just a stone’s throw away and he revealed some rather startling facts about paragliding. Or probably it was startling for me for I didn’t really know much about the sport. The longest flight ever made from Bir Billing was 253 kms by a guy called Deby Choudhary.

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My cosy cabin with astounding views!

Later that afternoon, i moved to my cosy cabin with undisturbed views all around me. The weather deteriorated and the winds rattled the windows so bad that i thought i would fly away with the wooden walls. The clouds engulfed the camp and i saw nothing and heard only thunderstorms. The fact that there were glass windows all around made me feel like i was sitting in the open, vulnerable to the wrath of the mountain showers. Fast forward by an hour or two, the clouds started to lift up and my room windows gifted me the best views ever. I ran out like an excited child.

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That furious downpour!

 

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After rains!

Didi sat in the kitchen asking me to join her for tea. Their sons were back from school which was 6 kms away, and while the elder one sat around the bukhari, the younger one slept like a log under a layer of blankets. Moving closer to bukhari, i sat down next to the young boy trying to break the ice. ‘So how long does it take to hike up from your school’?  He quipped ‘Half an hour” I exclaimed ‘ Means two hours for me eh’! He giggled. And then the conversations overflowed itself. He told me how he wanted to join the army after 12th and that became the epicenter of our talks. He was thrilled to know that i’m from an army background. Later I asked Gauri Di if she would accompany me for a walk outside. She readily agreed and showed me around. We walked up to the 360degree paragliding take off point. There was a hike that went all the way up to Bir Billing but required a day or two.

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Hypnotic sunsets!

 

Later that night while feasting on the yummiest Lingdu pickle, we sat down at the dining hall chatting up, Roshanlal revealing a side of him that I fell in love with. We happened to talk about how difficult it is to make people see and think beyond religion and caste in small villages like his. He so comfortably talked about how he told his mom that there was nothing wrong with his wife while she was on periods and that she too could go to temple or do the normal chores of the house, quite contrary to the belief of the village folks. He had a certain pride in his tone when he said ‘Meri wife mujh se zyaada ghoomi hai, Bombay bhi gayi hai mere dosto ke saath’! They made such an adorable couple, chopping veggies together and running their camp with equal responsibilities.

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The dining cabin with driftwood lamps!

That night while sleeping in my moonlit cabin with blue mountains guarding me, i told myself ‘Good Decision Akanksha, glad i came here’! I had never done such a random trip before. Sitting in the roadways, peeping into my wallet and still not sure if I’d be able to pay for my tickets back home. But then what is life without risks. What are adventures made of? That day hiking up to an unknown village, staying with a family i never knew but making conversations like we were long lost buds, sleeping while watching the mountains change its colours and hiking back the next day to Jhatingri to board a bus with a spectacular sunrise over the snowy Dhauladhars, convinced me that best trips are made of no plans and countless uncertainties. For what are good stories made of?!

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If only everyday started this way!

TRAVEL AND CAMP INFO

Phuladhar also called Phularidhar is a small hamlet on a mountaintop (8500ft)  in Mandi district.

One needs to catch a bus from Mandi to Ghatasani or any bus that is Kangra or Palmpur bound. Ghatasani has a junction point where in if you go straight on the main highway, you’d be heading to Palampur whereas if you go on the right, you’d be traveling towards Barot Valley.

From Ghatasani, catch any bus that goes towards Barot. Get down at Jhatingri bus stop and take the track on the left side of the road that goes up, leaving behind the PWD guest house.

It’s a 5 to 6 kms hike up to Roshanlal’s camp called Camp 360 Fularidhar. It is located on the highest point and has a 360 degree view of the valley. The camp is very close to one of the take off points for Paragliding in Bir Billing.

One can do day hikes or even longer ones from the camp. There’s a long trek that goes up to Bir with spellbinding views to offer. It’s one of the rare treks, almost the entire way on the ridge, giving you a glimpse of two valleys at the same time ie Joginder Nagar and Barot Valley.

Roshan Lal’s camp offers good home cooked food, tents for camping and an indoor neat and clean common washroom and toilet. There is also a glass cabin room available for those who do not wish to camp.

Phuladhar has other stay options too but this one being on the topmost location offers the best views and solitude for people looking for peace and solitude. If you’re looking for a quiet getaway, this place is your haven.

Roshanlal’s Contact Details :97365.87471 and 76499.08848

Here is their websdite http://www.camp-360.in

Bhaba Valley: You’ve Got To See It To Believe It!

Unexpected…unplanned…you’d always find the sweetest serendipity! Bhaba was one such bitter sweet accident! A tad bitter and a whole lot sweeter!

While I had already made 7 trips to Himachal in the past few months, the urge was to explore something new. The plan though still revolved around hiking around the mountains but centered around  at my pseudo native place i.e The Kumaon Himalayas of Uttarakhand! And after a week long research of the whereabouts, booking homestays and almost doing my travel reservations, I put my wise head into checking the weather…and what did I find…Voila! Thunderstorms and incessant rains! The monsoons had marked their arrival!

Heartbroken, I cancelled my home stay booking and sat down all dejected in my reading room, staring at the Himachal Pradesh Map! My eyes hopelessly running over the map set on Muling. Where had I heard about it or seen it before? I then remembered watching IndianInMotion and his incredible documentary on Bhaba Valley. I owe this trip to Sarvana!

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An eventful 12 hour long journey in Himachal Roadways!

Like most of the trips by HRTC, this bus ride too kick started on a pretty amusing note. The guys at the HRTC counter weren’t ready to give the tickets before 6am, not even ten mins in advance. On finally going to the him for the third time, he told me the fare for two people would be 1100 something! I remember doing my homework very well and the ticket fare given online said 450 per head! When I tried to clear my doubt, the guy at the counter took it as an offense and wouldn’t clear out the confusion. I later sent my friend Tripti, to whom he finally gave the tickets after all the melodrama! Wonder what he was up to in an HRTC bus doing a conductor’s job! He could have easily bagged a role for a villain in our dramatic Bollywood flicks!

PS: The ticket fares were a tad more expensive for this was a deluxe HRTC, which we weren’t aware of before we boarded the bus!

It was a long ride till Wangtoo and then an hour’s drive further up to Kaafnu! The bus started late as we waited for some porters who were going up to Peo! Meanwhile the rains unleashed their wrath, all growling & menacing,  at the very outset of our journey! It kind of deterred my spirits initially but as the bus moved further, the rain drops on my window glass and the drifting clouds that accompanied me,made it all okay! I and Tripti caught up on each other’s life stories and reminisced the beautiful days gone by that we spent in Bhutan together! We hoped that this hike would be as memorable as those we did back then!

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Narkanda and its apple orchards!

The bus ride was a memory down the lane of sorts! Just last year, around the same time I and the husband were tripping on the same route, while biking to Spiti Valley from Chandigarh. My favorite town, Narkanda looked splendid with apple orchards looking green like never before, veiled in nets in order to be secure from rains. The calm was suddenly broken by this mad passenger yelling at the top of his voice…’Kya hai ye sab…ek toh bus late chali in aadmiyon ke vajah se aur ab ye sab gandh falah rahein hai..chal kya rahan hai yahaan..ye bus Rekong Peo ja rahi hai ya Karachi?!” ( ‘the bus got late because of these wretched porters and now theyre spilling all the dirt around. Is this bus going to Rekong Peo or Karachi’?)

Did we just hear that uncouth comment! The porters were carrying huge sacks of ration and some grains inadvertently spilled out! They did delay the bus by half an hour at least but this didn’t mean that the man could talk nonsensical crap! A little later when he tried to open his mouth again, both I and Tripti decided to give him a shut up call and this time two old ladies too spoke up. This so called educated retard was sitting in the wrong bus, using his fickle tongue passing racist comments. How would we everrr thrive as a nation with such communal hatred I wondered! 

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Apple trees covered with nets in order to be secure from rains!

The bus halted at Kumarsain for a lunch break. We had the yummiest thaali ever on a roadside dhaaba and it cost us just 50 bucks! While most of the passengers were locals, there was a couple who was travelling all the way from Bangalore with a toddler! All three of them fought for the window occasionally while throwing up. Motion sickness can be really evil sometimes. The streets of Rampur were clogged with vehicles and human jam like the arteries of an obese heart patient . It isn’t a very attractive valley but has a huge bus stand and acts as a nodal point for buses plying towards Kinnaur, Spiti etc.

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Finally at the Wangtoo Bridge

We reached Wangtoo at around 6:30pm. One could see the Kharcham Wangtoo Hydro Electric Power Station from the bridge where we waited for our guide to come pick us up. The road to Katgaon ( our base for tonight) was narrow & snaked across the gorges with our car precariously navigating its way avoiding cattle & sudden dashes across the roads by mongooses. Snowy peaks glistening in the moonlight and one could see the faint silhouette of the mountains now!

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The Electricity Board Rest House! We were the only occupants.

Katgaon is a small village with just two or three homestays and an Electricity Board Rest House. We choose the latter which though was situated at a scenic location, bang on the Bhaba Khud but wasn’t so pleasant from inside. There were about 8 rooms and we were the only occupants. As if it wasn’t any less eerie, the caretaker before leaving the premises warned us not to open the door if someone knocked. Though kinda jittery initially, the tiredness made it easy to fall asleep! We traveled almost 14 hrs and our bums were numb. But we knew that the following morning would take care of that. We were finally going to hike up to Kara!

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Kick starting the hike on a bright sunny day! View from the terrace

The next morning was bright and sunny. Thank Heavens! We drove up to Homtey village (a little ahead of Kafnu) and started our hike from the bridge over the Bhaba Khud river. While walking along the brimming river on our left, I couldn’t help but notice the snow laden slopes that were struck by an avalanche in winters. Small little ice caves formed at their base and one could see humans and machines at the farther end of it! A tunnel was being constructed to generate hydroelectricity. I wasn’t surprised as the water flow in Bhaba Khud was immense already, even before the onset of monsoons! The Bhaba Hydro Project is India’s first underground Dam.

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Tripti walking along the Bhaba Khud.

We walked on the dirt track meant for vehicles going to and fro for the construction work, that finally gave way to the narrow trail climbing up to the forest. The sun was harsh and a mini truck passing by tempted us to hitchhike till the trail..As always I hopped onto the open load compartment, trying not to fall while standing whilst  watching a trolley transporting cement sacks and stones from the other side towards our end of the mountains.

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You see a man in that ice cave down below?

A landslide trail marked the starting point of our hike. The river was still on our left with glacial mountains hanging over it. Dense trees hugged the slushy trails and the initial climb was steep. As we trotted along ahead, the river was on our right now and men working at the tunnel appeared like tiny specks on ice.

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Finally on the trail! Leaving Bhaba Khud behind

A rocky path lead us to a grassland where a stone wall adorned the space with one or two huts inside. Heavy wooden planks were strewn around. We climbed along the huts and the trail lead to an open grassland with boulders scattered everywhere. The sun even though scorching, now felt comforting for the air was a tad colder. 600 metres ahead, lofty Deodar trees greeted us making another short forest trail. Bhaba valley trek had this peculiar pattern of trails. You’d walk through forests opening up to huge open meadows, hike down to negotiate some glacial streams which would again lead you to forests! Also the trails are pretty well defined ( atleast till Kara) and from Mulling onwards I and my friend Tripti did the hike all by ourselves with our Sherpa Dog Blacky who turned out to be a million times more reliable than our guide! But a word of caution here, Bhaba Valley is infamous for its wild bears and animals and one should rather try avoiding solo hikes.

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At Champoria, while taking a break!

The river hummed in the background after a long break. As the forest trail lead to a vast open expanse of green carpeted grass with mighty boulders thrown around. Bhaba Khud was on our left now. The valley looked unreal with the green mountains changing its shades from light to dark in nanoseconds as the clouds reflected over them. This location is called Champoria.

I saw a stone wall nearby, A sign of a shepherds hut. While everyone laid around, i decided to go fill my sipper with some chilled spring water. A rather friendly ‘Hello’ echoed in the backdrop. A man, probably in his late 40s adorning a blue jacket, waved at me. ‘Kahaan ja rahe ho aap’? I yelled from a distance ‘KARA!’ He invited me for a cup of tea and I happily obliged. Birmachand was a shepherd from Kalpa, who was here with his wife and sheep. He was feeding his goats with salt for its high nutrients content. He would leave back for Kalpa in October. I asked him if all these sheep belonged to him. He had a certain pride in his tone when he said ‘Hum toh government employee hai’! I told him that my mom belonged to the Kumaon Himalayas and that she too shared the same surname ‘Chand’! A little puzzled he asks me, so papa Chandigarh se hai aur mom Pahaadi! I laughed and explained that it was my husband who’s posted presently at Chandi and that is why Chandi is home. A little more surprised he exclaimed dramatically with a volley of questions  ‘Aap shaadi shuda ho?! Aapke husband ne aapko akele aane de diya? Par aapka mangal sutra ya angoothi kahaan hai?” I told him I didn’t like to wear one and how inconvenient it would be to hike around with a chain lashing around your neck! A few more startling conversations and a selfie later, I decided to fall back to join Tripti and the guides.

PS: Shephards in Kinnaur are called Baeraale!

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Descending down and now walking along Gyaare Khad!

We were now descending down from the valley, and walking along the Gyaare Khad ( the river). Yet another short forest trail followed up with greenest moss and vibrant yellow flowers thriving in the comforting shades of coniferous jungles. An open grassland ahead awaited us where all of us took a super short break with Tiger ( a handsome Black Husky looking dog) one of the guide’s pet chasing the birds around.Crossing some roaring streams, rocky trails and fairyland like meadows with breathtaking cascades at every bend and corner, Bhaba changed it’s landscapes with every new mile covered.

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Negotiating with one out of many streams enroute!
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Good days are made of mountains and girlfriends!

We reached Mulling, covering the last bit of distance in a heavy downpour. There was a tad bit of steep climb before Mulling, but once we landed on top (The Mulling Meadow also called The Jhandi Top) the trail eased down to a flat path, parallel to the Mulling stream.

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At Jhandi Top..Another 1.5Km to Mulling Campsite. Look at those ferns!

The mountains were adorned in fresh snow and ferns as high as 5 feet. Our campsite was bang on the river. I won’t be exaggerating if I called this place a heaven incarnate!

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Tripti teaching Blacky how to shake hands 🙂

The shed at Mulling made by the forest department was occupied by a group of boys from one of the IITs who were leaving for Kara in a bit. While fixing the tent with the guide, I saw a wagtail hovering around the boys, catching biscuits in the air when thrown at her. Meanwhile the clouds decided to put on a show for us, racing over the landscape in magical ways I’d never seen before. I and Tripti sat inside the tent for it started to pour and the winds got gusty. Blacky came and sat down with us, while Tiger ( the guide’s dog) quickly got inside their tent. We tried putting her inside the shed but she would come back running to our tent, sleeping the entire night outside barking intermittently every time she sensed some noise or smell! The rain got worse at night but even that didn’t budge her.

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Blacky…Lil More than a Sherpa..A whole lot more than a Dog!

Next morning we unzipped the tent only to be greeted by sunshine and Blacky’s warm face & a wagging tail. While we got ready to leave for Kara, cleaning up and washing our faces at the nearby stream, Blacky would be busy chasing horses, cows and birds around. She ran around like a wild child on her land. This was her home! The rivers, the flower carpeted meadows, the daunting mountains, she knew them in and out!

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Endless avalanche snow around..on our way to Kara

That morning we left for Kara around 8am, telling our guides to follow us later for they were yet to get ready. We asked him about the route and figured the well defined trail that lead to Kara. Blacky didn’t let us do this on our own. She was our Sherpa of the day. The route to Kara was rather easy and gorgeous beyond words. I, Tripti and Blacky were the only ones hiking around which made it even more beautiful. Array of wildflowers of different colors bloomed throughout the way while just in the beginning we negotiated our way through frozen avalanche snow that almost felt like a glacier. The river had snow walls caved around them and the Mulling valley looked splendid in its emerald green blanket.

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The only beings around were the cows, horses and birds!

Just before crossing an icy bed over the river to get across on the other side of the valley, a rocky climb with a rather eerie surroundings kind of tested our brave spirits. The trail was laden with huge boulders and the mountain cliffs on our right looked mysterious with eagles gliding on top. Blacky would stop, tilt her neck and stare into the thin air as though she sensed something abnormal! While I and Tripti paused along wondering why the guides had not reached us yet for they walked way faster! But somehow having Blacky around comforted our nerves. One moment she would be quiet, staring at the valley while the very next second, she would see snow and roll herself playfully like a wildflower.

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Blacky leading the way!

At this point, after crossing over to the other side of the mountain over a river that flowed under the ice ground ( this phenomenon is also called the SUBTERRANEAN river) we had lost the trail. There were huge rocks and we couldn’t figure out how to climb up. While I was hopping on to a rock, Blacky on the other end moved in an opposite direction, pausing, looking behind at me as though telling me to follow her. She led us to Kara from here on. It had been an hour and a half and our guides were nowhere to be seen! Blacky came to our rescue. As we climbed higher, the rampaging stream furiously flowed down below on our right. Green mountains with snowy peaks shone under the occasional rays of sunlight that peeped out of the heavy veil of clouds.

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After crossing over to the other side of the valley…What you see is Mulling left far behind.
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sprawling blanket of flowers!

And just like that, while following Blacky we reached Kara in no time. The vistas were so spellbinding that one never felt tired. We met this really old shepherd in his 60s coming back from Phutsirang with his convoy of mules. He did this for a living and I couldn’t help but admire his grace and stamina as he walked swiftly with a stick without a slouch!

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A lil rendezvous with the highlander!

As we descended down and walked a kilometer ahead, we saw a shimmering body of water reflecting the blue heavens above! A red flag was tied on a pole around it marking the venue..Kara Lake. we were finally there and so were our guides.

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Nomads of Himachal!

Blacky gulped down a million sips of water and we finally took our shoes off and laid on the green grass around the lake. The sun was scorching but it never felt so good. This place screamed happiness. Our guide showed us the mountains on the left that led to Futsirang and eventually to Bhaba Pass. I remember watching it on a IndiaInMotion documentary and it looked surreal. He asked me” Chalna hai kya? You can easily hike up to Mudh ( a village in Spiti and the last point of the hike) If only it were that easy! 

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Kara Lake in all its glory!

The weather in valleys is like a woman on her periods! Nasty and forever dealing with mood swings :P. Just now the sun reflected the clouds and mountains on the lake and the very next second, the winds carried along the mist with them. We shifted to a cave where the guys cooked a delicious kinnauri meal. Out of our ten bites every 6 went to Blacky for she filled our hearts with immense gratitude. We decided to head back to Mulling today and camp there for the evening and eventually fall back to Kaafnu the following morning.

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Kara campsite was gorgeous beyond words! Wish i had the time to go till Mudh though!

While wearing my socks I noticed a dark tan line around my ankle. The colours across it were as stark as the landscapes we saw in one day today!

And while I write this story almost two months later..the tan line is pretty much intact..deeply and strongly etched..just like Bhaba and Blacky in my jar of Kinnaur Memories!

TRAVEL AND STAY INFO ON BHABA VALLEY

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  1. Bhaba is a pristine valley, situated in the east of Sutlej river in Kinnaur district. Bhaba Khud that flows along the hike is a tributary of Sutlej. While Kinnaur is about 306Kms from Chandigarh. A small hamlet called Chshora is the gateway to Kinnaur.
  2. For Bhaba one needs to catch any bus going towards Rekong Peo. Incase you are not able to get a direct bus, then get down at Rampur and you would surely get a bus to Waangtu.
  3. Waangtu falls enroute Rekong PEO and is close to Kharcham. The bus will drop you nextto a bridge which has an overview of the Wangtoo Kharcham Hydro Power Plant. ( Chandigarh ISBT Sec43→ Waangtu→Katgaon→Kaafnu)
  4. From here, it would take you another 45mins or so to reach Katgaon and then eventually to Kaafnu. You should preferably stay at Kaafnu for it’ll save you time the following day when you leave for the hike. Kaafnu has a small hotel and some homestays.
  5. We stayed at the electricity rest house in Katgaon and paid 500Rs for a night halt ( no meals)
  6. Bhaba valley is a gateway to Pin Valley in Spiti (east) and leads to Parvati Valley, Kullu (west). The hike is called Pin Bhaba trek for it starts from Kaafnu village in Bhaba and finishes at Mudh Village in Spiti. 
  7. The landscapes are phenomenal and ever changing. The campsites on the hikes would be like this 
  8. Kafnu(2400amsl)→Mulling(3242amsl)→Kara(3552amsl)→Phutsirang(4107amsl)→ Bhaba Pass(4900amsl)and then to Mangrungse(4168amsl)→Mudh(3744amsl)
  9. The route is given in the story and can help you plan your hike. There’s a well defined trail almost through the entire way. But try avoiding solo hikes for Bhaba is infamous for its wild bears and animals. Its okay to go in a group without a guide.
  10. We paid 3k per day per person but if there’s a bigger group, you could be charged lesser. If you’re into hiking and camping, then you don’t really need a guide here. Take a dog instead ;)PS : we did the hike up to Kara lake only.
  11. Here are some of the guides contacts i found out…Rajdeep Negi 7018572399 Dev Negi 08580410469 Billu Negi 7018799950 Out of all of them Billu Negi is well known amongst the trekkers.
  12. The ideal time to do this hike would be July to September.
  13. Bhaba Valley is a must do and shouldn’t be missed. Please feel free to ping me here or on Instagram if you have any queries regarding the hike. 

Swaar/ Swad Village…Where The British Legacy Lingers On!

She adds greener to the greens

She fills drama in the sky

A tad bit of aroma to the earth

And savor to my warm cuppa Chai!!

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While climbing up to Swaar, leaving lumbadug & lohardi behind

You know who that she’d be! Rains in Himachal have been my forever companion and somehow i love the idea of fleeting clouds prancing around while I climb my much loved mountains. The valley suddenly appears greener and the streams sound even more boisterous,adding colors and vigour to the afternoon! After getting back from my hike to Puling/Poling village and Pashakot Mandir( read the previous blogpost) and having a hearty lunch thereafter, i decided to hike up to Swar/Swad Village. It had started to rain yet again and a hike all by myself to this dreamy hamlet was something i’d been wanting to do ever since I got here in Lohardi!

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Lohardi mela at its best : A snake charmer weaving his magic over a spellbound audience

It was 4 PM and by now the Lohardi Mela was in its full swing. Countless eating and game stalls adorned the village alleys while men like snake charmers and monkey tricks caught everyone’s attention. While crossing the main bridge over Lamba Dug in Lohardi, I saw a huge group of people gathered around with this snake charmer in the middle, entertaining everyone with his beautiful reptiles displaying their antics! I somehow made way through them and a little ahead found this guy who didn’t look like a local, sitting at a bend with his three monkeys and a local guy chatting with him! The Monkey guy turned out to be from Delhi who had come all the way to Himachal for Lohardi Mela to show his monkeys around and indulge in some sinful pleasure ( read smoking up weed)! I saw him preparing his smoke and out of curiosity asked him like a naive child, ‘Bhaiya aap kya bana rahe ho?’ to which he said ‘madam maal hai!’ What world was this again! I sat down for a bit watching his monkeys follow his instructions and behaving like humans! I left a 10Rs note which the male monkey quickly picked up and bowed his head to say Thank You! 

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Monkeying around the country side

Left a little amused by the monkey guy, I carried on with my hike, leaving Lamba Dug farther behind and the Mela hustle bustle of Lohardi fading into oblivion. The road to Swaar was kaccha(unpaved) and the rains had made it a tad bit slushy. The air got cooler and soothed my nerves. A huge boulder lay on the right side of the track, looking down upon Lamba Dug and Lohardi and surrounding villages. I decided to lie down here for a bit with my headphones on and my current read in my hands “Into Thin Air!” All those moments of yearning for peace and tranquility, turned out just how I imagined, right here at this moment! One of the village school girls passed by, staring at me, wondering what I was up to lying down on the green velvet grass in the middle of nowhere! I simply smiled and let her judge me for if there’s one thing that the mountains have taught me is to let my guards down! I wish it was this easy back in my city too! Phew!

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My Kinda Time!!

I decided to walk further for the sky turned only greyer! Somehow this lesser walked track took me back to Pajekha village that I hiked up to in Haa Valley in Bhutan. Every time i’m in the Dhauladhars or Himalayas, there’s always some Dejavu moment reaffirming my faith in the homogeneity of these giants for no matter where they stand, their tribes and the euphoria they create is the same old…same old!

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Stopping by enroute

While almost nearing the village, I encountered my deepest fear! A trail washed away by landslide! A massive tree had fallen off and huge boulders were strewn around. A super narrow trail went over the boulders ( made out of villagers walking over it…wait not walking..they run over it) while I planned to take baby steps with my legs trembling for a little left or right and i’d slide down into the stream joining the Lamba Dug. If there’s one fear that I haven’t been able to battle all this while in the mountains, it would be Acrophobia! I CANNOT look down for my head spins and my legs tend to tremble, faltering around like an electrocuted frog! The thought of heading back cropped up in my head, but the desire to check out Swaar was even stronger! So i put my headphones inside my pocket, started muttering Hanuman Chalisa and with over dramatic Ooohhh and Aaaaahs managed to cross over! Sweet Triumph! Though I was already worried about heading back the same way 😀

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Rains & its aftermath
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The trail I was petrified of

Just when I was entering the village, a young man asked me where I was off to. I told him I had come to check Swad. He asked me if I were all alone. I asked him why? He said simply…and that it was going to pour any moment and that i must head back soon! A little more conversation later I learnt that he was a teacher in a primary school in Swad and was going down to Lohardi to see the mela. I asked him for the directions for the Forest Rest House in Swad that exists since the British Times and told him that i’d see him later at Lohardi Mela. The village school stood right there at the entrance of the village and a turquoise green colored hut with a rather different architecture stood out in the background!

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Forest resthouse of Swaar

Turquoise wooden walls with white framed windows and a slanting roof, a tad bit British and somewhat Scandinavian in architecture, the Forest Rest House stood there like the sentinels of time while snow clad Dhauladhars loomed across in the backdrop. A certain familiar sound of bird echoed in this unusually quiet village. I saw an old man and a lady working on the outside lawn in the rest house cottage. I opened the gate and asked him if i could enter and speak with him for a bit. He smiled and let me in!

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Mr Pradeep; the caretaker

Vegetables and flowers were arrayed outside in the huge lawn and apparently the fresh organic veggies were plucked and cooked right there in the kitchen. The old man, Mr Pradeep was the caretaker of the rest house and showed me around. The rooms were huge with a British era fireplace though it was kind of dark inside but this rest house in this quaint little village with snow mountains hugging it on either side, came across as one of those huts from snow white in deep dark fairy woods! ( not exaggerating one bit). Mr Pradeep  was so good for my ego as he thought that I was a college girl who was here on a trip with friends. He later told me that i should get The Husband along on my next trip and gave me his number even though the rooms are to be booked through forest department in Palampur. But he did mention that if the rooms are vacant and there are no previous bookings, he does allow visitors to stay in such cases.

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Dreamy ….sighh

 

And while I was earlier keen on checking out the Lohardi Mela, my loyalties changed to Swaar instantly, a part of me wanting to stay back here for the evening. But i had to head back to my homestay for it was almost dark and the rains didn’t look so forgiving! 

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Remanants of a bygone Era

I got back to Lohardi an hour later, all drenched, bumping into the same school teacher from Swaar and gobbling down some piping hot jalebis from one of the Mela stalls. I decided to meet the village sarpanch who sat on a big sofa, arranged on the stage for the evening function. He told me how the mela lasted for three days and started almost 35 years back by one of the village school headmaster. It was intentionally kept in the month of May for everyone would get back after the winter break and it was a reunion of sorts! Later it went on to become famous not only in Barot and Mandi but people from Kullu also come and attend the function. The rains were still on but somehow it didn’t deter people from coming out and enjoy the mela. 

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Hustle bustle of the lohardi mela
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Lohardi mela itinerary
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Colored threads being weaved at one of the shops in the market

This was my last evening here and i somehow just wanted to sit by the river and revel in its symphony. I bade goodbye to the stall owners and walked back to my balcony where I loved sitting while i was in my room! Last day in the mountains is never easy!

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The last evening while walking on the rain kissed streets

I walked the rain kissed streets of this Himalayan village

A part of me completely drenched

If only i could stow this day for good

In the grasp of my fingers, as my wrists i so tightly clenched!

TRAVEL/ STAY INFO ON SWAAR/SWAD VILLAGE

  1. Swaar is a quaint little village located on top of Lohardi.
  2. One can easily hike up to the village in 45mins time as its just 3 to 4kms away.
  3. The village has around 40 to 50 houses and a Primary Sec School
  4. Famous for its British era Forest Rest House, it makes a perfect getaway in Barot Valley.
  5. The rooms have to be booked in advance though from the forest department office in Palampur.
  6. Mr Pradeep is the caretaker and his contact number is 9459146647
  7. There are no homestays available in this village but one can stay in Lohardi.
  8. Thakur Ji Homestay in Lohardi is bang on the Lamba Dug river and offers some spectacular views.
  9. Contact Details of Shyam Thakur…9418770108
  10. Cemented steps on the right at the village enterance leads you to Chena Village.

Mountain Stories from Puling!

I woke up around 6:30 AM to Shyam knocking at my door with a piping hot glass of tea. Groggily i wished him Good Morning when he told me to get out on the balcony and look around for the early morning magic! The mountains looming across the balcony had turned white overnight. It rained heavily but since Lamba Dug bickered so loud, everything around seemed to go mute! The streets were all glistening due to early morning drizzle and the sky was still packing up. My agenda for the day was to explore the villages on top. Swar Puling and Bhujling! ( how many ever i could explore)

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The early morning calm at Lohardi

 

Shyam asked me if i were going to be ok hiking alone? Finding it rather lame, I retorted “Of Course”! After beating around the bush he finally came to the point. ‘Akanksha Madam, why don’t you go along with these three men( my new neighbors who arrived the previous night) since they have a vehicle too. You can go up to Chena village and thereafter to Pulling and then further ahead to this hidden temple in the mountains where only Papa can take you all. He too is tagging along with them!” For me hiking has always been an experience of solitude. I wasn’t sure of doing it with these strangers with whom my last night conversation didn’t go so well’! But the rains outside kind of enticed me to give in to this kind offer and I was tempted to hike along with Uncle and listen to his stories from his  Bakkarwal (Shephard) Days. While the other three men had an old officer from the state revenue and tax services, a lower rank official and a young driver. All three hailed from different parts of Himachal.I had met them the previous night and found one of them a little too social or friendly for my liking. He offered me to join them to sip on some locally brewed wine to which I politely declined! They had a big influence over the villagers for the locals who run their shops without authentic official documents were intimidated by their power and authority. Thinking of the power they had, i asked them if they could exercise a strict law in the village when it came to discarding waste and garbage for there were many who dumped it in the river right in front of me. With the power plant coming up at Lamba Dug, the river and the surrounding area had started to experience the consequences already and I feared this jewel losing its sanctity because of human greed and recklessness. I wasn’t given a very affirmative response!

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While hiking up to Puling…Lamba Dug flowing with all her exuberance!

We set out after breakfast for Chena Village as the men whom I was accompanying had work at the Power Plant Project. A massive tunnel was being made to divert the water from Lamba Dug to generate electricity. I decided to tag along the men instead of waiting in the car, to find out more about the upcoming power plant. I was zapped to learn that the project was sanctioned in 2006 and some 19 crores were invested while the project is still under construction in 2019 and almost 35 crores have already been spent! The electricity generated from here would be for export use and not for the state, for Himachal is pretty wealthy when it comes to its own resources! But Lamba Dug won’t be half as hearty as it is now and the towers and cables have had their own effects on the flora and fauna around. With the advances in technology and the increase of human needs, comes a heavy price that’s paid by nature! It just didn’t feel right!

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First Look At Puling!

While the road to Pulling was washed out at few bends, we decided to hike up to the village and then further ahead to the Pashakot Temple ( the last inhabited area in this part of Chota Bhanghal). While two of them sulked, I uttered ‘Thank You God” in my head! I know not everyone would agree with me on this but hiking in the rain in the mountains is just so hypnotic! We walked along the brimming river, crossing a bridge to get on the other side, to Pulling. The track was slushy but i loved the fleeting clouds that hovered around, making it pleasant to hike up. Pulling village houses almost 80 homes with mostly traditional architecture unlike Lohardi. The village even has a primary and secondary school. Most of the houses had a mandir in their courtyard with stacks of wood stocked up for later use, while mountain goats loitered around.This hamlet like most of the others too seemed to be influenced by the caste system. I asked Uncle if there was any demarcation of the area with respect to caste. He whispered softly and told me how the upper lanes in the village were inhabited by the higher castes ie The Rajputs and the lower lanes by the Scheduled Castes. My reaction was a tad bit less dramatic for this wasn’t the first time i’d heard something like this on my trip to Himachal.

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An old man smiling when asked to pose for the picture!
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A mountain goat resting on a bench at her veranda!

While walking through the village lanes, i came across my favorite auntie from yesterday who was collecting fodder at Lohardi. She was carrying some wood on her head and walking towards us just when i screamed Hi with full exuberance. She smiled at me, looked down and just passed by in a rush. It took me awhile to understand why she wouldn’t recognize me! A little later I realized, perhaps it was the company of Thakurs that i was walking in! Though Uncle seemed really kind but the villagers are so loyal to their belief that the so called lower caste would himself won’t try to mingle around with the higher one. I walked ahead, feeling confused and pondering over the age old beliefs that were beyond my comprehension. Little did i know, some minutes later, there was some more in store for me!

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Bhujling as seen from Puling!

We had now left the habitation behind and Lamba Dug hurried along with us, flowing on our left now. The rain had almost stopped and the clouds gently lifted up off the snowy peaks. One could see fire billowing out of a lone hut on the mountain on the other side of the river while tiny white dots specked the green patches. Uncle told me ‘You see, the bakkarwaal there is cooking his lunch and the tiny white dots were the white sheep grazing around” Uncle himself was a shepherd for almost 15 years and he humored me with his tales from then…how he would sell one goat for almost 20k and how he has lived in wilderness in Bada Banghal or even Danasur lake. We bumped into a woman who was looking for a goat. Uncle and her blabbered something in Himachali. I later got to know that she was looking for a goat to be offered as a giving at one of the temples! I wish I could show that woman the articles and videos that lead me to turn into a vegetarian this year! I cringed at the thought of the innocent animal being beheaded to please the local deity! But i guess somethings are best not questioned!

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These women walking in the forests to get wood for the evening!

We were now bang on Lamba Dug. One or two shacks stood in the middle of nowhere. Uncle told me how women stayed in those to watch their crops from wild animals or monkeys! Just when i was thinking of how these hamlets are still in the grip of old age unpragmatic norms, this kind of made me smile! Women in the mountains are always so inspiring. Leading the way, fearless and independent. People who glorify female solo traveling should come see how things work here.

I was famished and Lamba Dug decided to be my savior.

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While sipping on some water from Lamba Dug, Uncle decides to strike a pose!

She quenched my thirst and gave that kick to climb the last bit of the uphill. Just when you hit the bridge, a trail goes right which leads to Danasur lake and the Bada Banghal region.We crossed the bridge and took a trail on the left to Pashakot. On our way i helped uncle plucking Lingdu for tonight’s dinner. After climbing some more slushy steps, we reached a meadow facing the snow clad mountains that boasts of bordering the Kullu Valley. Sitting there a few steps away from the temple, Uncle shared the folklore about Pashakot Temple.

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Plucking Lingdu for dinner!

The local deity Pashakot was actually regarded to be The God Of Bakkarwals or Shepherds. Pashu means animals and i’m guessing hence the name Pashakot! There was once a shepherd who lost one of his goats. He looked for it everywhere but was unable to find. Few days later he’d find her, shot up, ten times her size and there were days when he’d find her to be as small as a lamb. One day he walked up to the local deity and prayed to get his goat back, eventually leading to his wish getting fulfilled. The locals have deep rooted faith in the deity and many come walking from different parts of Himachal to give their offerings. Uncle gave his own example when Shyam was to get married and the rains played havoc the entire week. There were no signs of the weather becoming better and Uncle along with his family prayed at the temple and offered two goats for the same. The very next day the sun showed up until the wedding was done!

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After rwaching the meadow near the temple! Uncle in deep thoughts!

Guess what, it had stopped raining by now and the sun showed up again! I told Uncle, ‘ Pashakot Devta has been listening to your wish even today eh”!!

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Of Their Vs My Faith!

While taking my shoes off ( in order to enter the temple), the young driver murmured…’Ma’am Uncle is saying, ladies aren’t allowed inside’!! Did I just hear that right! I couldn’t have trekked up all that distance to just stand at the door and watch these three men sit inside while I stood outside like an outcast! Meanwhile Uncle trying to avoid eye contact ( as though the ritual was his brainchild) I told them, with no iota of fear of being judged…:” Arey par mere date nahi hai abhi…I am not chumming”! Uncle clearly wasn’t comfortable on hearing that but somehow managed to tell me..’ Beta, Pashakot Devta is a brahmachari ( bachelor) therefore women are not allowed in his temple’! I retorted but only in my head this time “ But HanumanJi is a brahmachari too’!!

I didn’t want to argue..It was their belief..their deep rooted faith..I was an outsider visiting their village for just two days! Plus it was funny that i was fighting to get inside the temple! I, who rarely visits religious institutions! Why did i seem to care so much! Uncle told me to burn an incense stick and give it to him so that he could offer it on my behalf! I sat outside reflecting on this just when i saw two local couples sitting on the outside meadow, offering prayers and placing their incense sticks on a rock nearby!

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The two couples praying outside on the meadow!

Just when they were leaving, Uncle told them ‘ Wait up! Take some prasad and go!’ He walked up to them and distributed sweets to all four and they walked away! Finding this abnormal again, i asked the driver this time “ I understand those two women not coming inside, but why did the guys not get in the temple?” He whispered ‘ They are scheduled castes!’ This time around, the dramatic expression of WTF couldn’t help but show on my face”! Sadly the faith is so strong that sometimes even when the so called higher castes want to let them in, the SC’s themselves decline for the fear of being punished by the deity. In my heart, I quietly thanked Hanuman, the only God I am loyal to for being a tad bit reasonable or at least the rishi or devta who made us believe so!

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Pashakot Devta and the incense sticks of us lesser mortals!

It was an astonishing coincidence that it started pouring the moment we reached the homestay and while we justtt started hiking, the rain had sobered to a slight drizzle in the morning to eventually wearing off and all that while we trekked, it remained so pleasant! While to some like me it was nothing more than the unpredictable erratic weather of Himachal for i were used to it by now but for many like Uncle, it was the magical powers of Pashakot Devta!

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Vistas Like These! Chota Banghal in all its glory!

Well, whatever it might have been, the weather gods displaying their kindness or the local deity exercising his magical powers, in the end what mattered was the serene rains, soothing our frazzled nerves and the steaming hot cup of soup with spicy momos in this hamlet that was hustling with all the Mela vibes! Lohardi Mela had just begun and we probably were the first ones to inaugurate this eating stall!

I bade goodbye to the three men who gave me company for the hike and decided to take an umbrella and hike up to Swad Village. I hate the idea of going back to the room while i’m in the mountains. Romancing the village alleys and hopping from one hamlet to another has always been the agenda! And so I set out for Swad!

That beautiful hike in the rain all by myself deserves another post! So until next week 🙂

TRAVEL TIPS TO PULING

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While heading back home!
  1. Puling is a small village, some four kms ahead of Lohardi. There is an untarred road that goes up till the village but was blocked due to landslides during my trip. Nonetheless a short hike up from Lohardi to Puling is worth it.
  2. Puling has almost 80 to 100 houses and a primary school as well. There are no homestays available here.
  3. The village is at a height and is also the gateway to Chhota Bhangal region that leads to hikes like Danasur Lake and Bada Bhangal trek. These are long treks that can be done over 3 to 4 days.
  4. A hike up to Pashakot Temple makes a good day hike. The views around the temple are simply breathtaking. Once you cross the village, keep walking along the river ( river would be on your left hand side) until you see a bridge. A well defined trail that goes on the right, just when you hit the bridge, takes you further up to Danasur Lake and Bada Banghal region.
  5. While after crossing the bridge, there’s a small trail going on left, climbing up to a meadow. That’s where you’d find the temple.
  6. One can hike up from Lohardi to Swar to Chena to Bhujling and end up in Puling thereafter for a wholesome experience.
  7. Homestay at Lohardi…ThakurJi Homestay 9418770108
  8. While I have mentioned about my personal experiences with locals about their beliefs regarding the caste and religion, it would be unfair to judge them or the place in a negative light. Each and every person I met was extremely warm and helpful and the societal vices that I’ve talked about don’t only exist in this area but the majority of the places in Himachal and Uttarakhand and of course many more places in India. I have only shared my story without any filters but it doesn’t change the fact that i as a solo traveler felt the safest in bus, village, during hikes or anywhere during my trip! There are times when you have to let go of certain things and look beyond things that we cannot relate to for we all come from different backgrounds!

SOLO BACKPACKING TO HIMACHAL’S HIDDEN GEM….LOHARDI

How does one define offbeat? Cut off from the world? No network? Places that can be reached only on foot? And wellll, how could you miss out the criteria that tops everyone’s list these days…The least number of hashtags on Instagram!!

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Good days are made of Mountains and my pen and diary!

May! The month of sweltering heat was here! The boy was away on the call of duty and I! I like forever was itching to pack my bags for a couple of days and explore my current favorite state…Himachal! And so the map was out, the routes were read and re read a countless times to beat my nervousness. I was doing a solo trip after the longest time and to a place that had no coverage! I wanted to be sure of things before i landed at the disconnected world! And then along with the map of Himachal, my travel partner, My Diary was out where i scribble all my Pre Trip Notes and On Trip notes! Call me old school, but somehow maintaining google docs is so mainstream 😛 . I’d still prefer doing diary entries! Probably it fits in well with the whole idea of the mountains, the streams meandering by and me sitting on the velvet grass, documenting my tales with my ink pen on the pages that id love to read later in life! Somehow the unadulterated inked words have so much more magic in them than the ones typed in here!

While my plan started with hiking up to Rajgundha and Kukkargundha Valleys, it surely evolved with time. I gradually shifted my itinerary to Barot Valley as well. While reading on Barot, I realized it’s been long since it became a tourist attraction! Though gorgeous with her Uhl river flowing with white daisies blooming around, the concrete mass kind of repelled me! Nonetheless Barot was rich in history and splendor but the idea was to explore it in a day while i stayed in a village close by, devoid of tourists and hotels! And that’s how Lohardi happened to me!

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Rains and Mountains…The lil hamlet of Lohardi!

While Barot falls in Mandi, Lohardi, the last motor able village, 6kms ahead of Barot takes pride in being a part of the mystical Kangra Valley. Lohardi has three more villages ahead, thereafter making a boundary for the Chota Bnaghal and Kullu region! Finding home stays here wasn’t easy! I saw just one blog on Barot while a couple of Vlogs on Youtube but no one mentioned any details of the stay! I called up random homestay owners at Barot who’s number was available online( such a stalker)! Most of them were kind enough to help me with contacts in Lohardi! After speaking to three of them, i went for the cheapest one…Thakur Ji Homestay.( strict budget trip goals!) Remember…The more you save, the longer’s your vacation)

I was told to catch a direct bus to JoginderNagar. Early that  morning at 6AM, while sitting at the hustling ISBT, i would only find buses to Mandi. There were volvos going to Baijnath but i wanted to board a state transport for somehow i didn’t feel motion sick traveling in it and its any day more feasible! I caught the earliest Mandi bus and grabbed a seat next to this Himachali girl.The early morning lull was suddenly broken by the Sardarjis fighting over the seats! I’d hear one say’ Pehla Seat ahh…Pehla Hakka..ahhh’ while the other one flaunted his ticket and told this man to get out! My groginess took a backseat and I quickly checked my wallet for the ticket before i’d be thrown out too! A thing to note here would be that always buy your tickets before getting into the bus to make sure you get good seats plus the one with a ticket already would obviously be given a preference.

The sky was packing up! It looked like yet another rainy affair with Himachal! 7th trip in the last one year and what’s remained  constant on all my trips is The Rains! Lumineers sang ‘Stubborn Child’ on the headphones and my seatmate humored me other times! She was a young girl from the rural parts of Banjaar in Kullu Valley, studying optometry in Chandigarh! I was elated to know another young village girl, getting out of her restricted village life and trying to make herself independent and self sufficient!

Couple of hours later, i was at the Mandi Bus Stand. I asked the locals standing there if there were buses that ply from here to Ghattasani. The Old man burst out laughing! Clearly i sounded like a foreigner when i pronounced Ghattasani as Ghatsenii! He was kind to direct me towards the bus going to Kangra and Palampur. The bus was half empty and i could easily fetch a seat. The engine along with my hungry stomach roared and grumbled as it took to the road to Ghattasani. I got down on the main route where the road bifurcates for Barot. The bus went ahead to Palampur. While waiting at the Ghattasani market for the bus to Lohardi, i grabbed a bite at a local shop just when a woman threw up beside me in the other bus! I kind of lost my appetite and remembered those horrible days when i too suffered from motion sickness! Probabaly the last three years of my relationship with the mountains has helped me get out of the cruel grip of mountain sickness.( I almost collapsed at Guru Dongmar Lake in 2010 for i puked out everything possible in my body) And here i am today with HRTC almost becoming my second home!

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The golden Jwaar fields spammed the landscape

The bus to Lohardi was jam packed and i was pleasantly surprised when a very kind villager named Roshan offered me his seat. I insisted he continues sitting and that i was fine standing! But he wouldn’t listen and told me that he’d be getting down in another half an hour at Jhatingiri. He had an American accompanying him, who because of his white skin and green eyes gained a lot of attention from the young local girl students travelling in bus!. On asking Roshan about his village, i got to know that he hailed from Phuladhar and that he owned a camping place on a mountain top. He showed me the pictures of his place and it was no less than heaven incarnate. We exchanged our numbers and i told him that i’d try dropping by on my way back home!

The road slowly changed to lesser traffic and the landscape turned golden with boundless Jawaar fields and the bickering Uhl river meandering by. I was now sharing my seat with one old uncle and a jovial old auntie. For couple of minutes, i was interrogated with most of the queries being about ‘why i traveled alone and why my husband wasn’t tagging along with me ( literally giving me the vibe as though i came running away from home after a quarrel with my bitter half :D)

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countless neon terrace fields!

While both Uncle and Auntie were veryyy kind to me, i couldn’t help but fall in love with Auntie’s infectious smile and her stunning traditional silver necklace. It looked straight out of Fab India Jewelry brochure! Now we know where these brands find their inspiration!

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This old lady and her silver necklace! fell in love with both of them!

The landscape got only more surreal as we closed towards Lohardi. A bunch of women and school students got into the bus from Barot. This was the last bus and probably the best ride ever! Even though we all sat huddled around, cramped up with two massive school bags on my lap, the sudden euphony created by the village women, singing Himachali folk songs in chorus made everyone forget their misery! The calm Uhl was now replaced by the much more furious Lamba Dug and a deserted track lead to the lesser known hamlets of Chota Banghal. We finally arrived at Lohardi around 5ish.

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The stream…cosway from where the steps go up to Kharimalhan

The entry to the village was over a gushing co-sway,with endless cacophony of streams around. The village had a peculiar festive vibe on and i got to learn of the upcoming Lohardi Mela! Now this trip wasn’t quite planned by me,but seemed to be falling in place for it turned out to be even prettier than i’d imagined, the live folk music in the HRTC bus that id never heard before and the Mela starting the very next day…The Mountain Gods sure were planning it all for me eh!

I met Shyam Bhaiya at the makeshift bus stop of the village. He could easily identify me for i was the only outsider in the crowd. We walked to the homestay which was a few steps away, right in the center of the market! At first he came across as a simple timid young man but we eventually bonded well. The homestay was bang on the Lamba Dug,with freshly snow kissed Dhauladhars looming right across the balcony. I was home finally, disconnected from my other world. The world of chaos, of my mobile buzzing every now and then, of compulsive Instagramming and networking. Nonetheless i missed my wagtails! Sigh!

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Chai with a view!

After savoring a cup of tea with Shyam, i decided to go explore the village before the sun made its way to the other side of the globe. I walked towards the gushing cos way that we crossed while entering the village. A flight of huge cemented never ending steps seemed to go up on the left. I was curious where it lead and decided to go hiking up. Last bit of bright red Rhododendrons bloomed around and in a few minutes, the village stared back at me down below from the valley. The Lambadug curved and bent across Lohardi, further going up towards Bhujling and other interiors of  Chota Bhangal. The steps were plenty and the sun was in a rush. I found an apple orchard and a tiny green meadow along this farm. It called me out and I laid there, without being wary of being seen by anyone. The sun turned the sky orange and all i heard was the Lamba Dug blabbering at a distance, the clouds lifting their heavy veil over the Dhauladhars and the snow glistening in the last rays of the sun.

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Leaving Lohardi behind!

The steps finally concluded at the Kharimalahn Village famous for its Narayan Mandir. Karimalhan has its twin village on the other side of the river ( while you take a left from the bridge while starting the hike, for Anderli Malhan one takes a right. The village stands famous for its yearly religious procession of Devtas. The local Pandits come perform some rituals amidst the loud banter of drums and pipes. A couple of villagers, mostly women stand in the center and hysterically move their bodies as though possessed with some demons! When i was told this by the villagers i kind of laughed it off and thought of talking about it in length with my hosts once back at the homestay.

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Kharimalhan!

On my way back to Lohardi, i met these three beautiful souls, all from three different villages…Polling, Kharimalahn and Anderlimalhan. All of them adorned a warm contagious smile and talked to me like i were a part of their own tribe. Also i could clearly tell, one out of them was from the so called High Caste( The Rajputs) and my favorite was from the much looked down upon schedule caste! She collected fodder for her cattle with this hugeee wooden makeshift tongs kind of equipment! She effortlessly picked up crazy amount of grass and carried it for almost 4kms till her village, with me giving her company till Lohardi. She kind of suddenly fell quiet when my Homestay was around and i wonder if it was due to the fact that i was living with Thakurs! She invited me for some trout in dinner. I told her i’d look her up some other time while hiking up to Polling.

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The wrinkled smile!
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My favorite Auntie from Puling!
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Auntie from Kharimalhan!

Shyam bhaiya, sat in his shop editing one of the wedding videos. Though everyone in the village knew each other, Shyam was a little more popular for he helped people with their money transactions in PNB and he of course was the sole photo and videographer in the village. His latest coverage of a local wedding and a religious procession  looked right out of the 90s Bollywood movies with loud music mismatched with the over zoomed faces! Says the technologically backward me!! I asked him if he had the coverage of the Anderlimalhan religious function that happened every year in Feb and August. And the procession did look like every bit of what i’d heard. I asked Thakur Uncle( Shyams dad) “ Uncle ye ladies fake acting kar rahein hai na”? It was a genuine reaction that came out without thinking twice( i need to learn the art of putting filters). Uncle’s eyes opened up wide and he quipped “ Nahi beta! Ye sach mein hota hai! Inke andar devi maa prakat hoti hai”! Shyam added weight to his justification by showing me the man in that video who made strange noises! They then went on to tell me about this another man who lived in Kullu, whose daughter had been sick for months and no doctor could help her and how his crops and apples were all infested and he suffered a massive loss. When he got to know of his roots being from Kangra, the local priest told him to attend this Devi Maa Puja in August which changed everything for good! He’s been attending this procession every year since then. I could see their eyes gleam while they talked about their local deities. I was zapped at their immense dedication when i saw how the entire village would trek up to Lolar, ahead of Bhujling ( the last village) and reconstructed the entire Ajiapal Mandir in just one day. All the men of the seven villages carried humongous logs of wood and machines that would help them resurrect the temple in less than 24 hours. Meanwhile a man from one of the villages even suffered a heart attack but that didn’t stop the others from constructing their concrete symbol of faith.

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Lambadug….while taking an evening walk in the village

Similarly, a high altitude mountain lake called Dinosaur Lake is said to have a hugeeee religious significance and is mostly trekked up to by locals who haven’t been able to conceive.

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The Rhododendron Flower Chutney! it was absolutely yum!

Later that night while listening to Lamba Dug hum her own tunes, i pondered over the conversations on faith, how these folks had tremendous amount of faith in their creators and how most of the social gatherings were based on a religious foundation. And i just uttered ‘Thank You’  Lord Hanuman, the only God i’m loyal to! Thank You for being so kind for i never go out of my way to express my faith or gratitude and I’d like to believe that he understands!

Well my faith in my favorite God only grew stronger when the next day i encountered a funny tryst ( or not) with a local deity, Pashkot Devta and the belief he’s said to have! 

To Be Contd ( Sward and Polling Village stories to follow up soon)

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The Routes for higher passes around Lohardi

TIPS TO PLAN YOUR TRIP TO LOHARDI

  1. While Lohardi is only 6kms ahead of Barot, but the two fall in separate districts and valleys. Barot is a part of Mandi while Lohardi falls in Kangra region.
  2. The most feasible means of transport is the HRTC or any local bus that plys from Delhi or Chandigarh towards Mandi or Jogindernagar.
  3. I caught a bus to Mandi from Chandigarh ISBT 43. Any bus that goes to Kullu Manali would stop at Mandi. From Mnadi onwards, one needs to board a bus that is Kngra bound. Which means you board a bus that goes towards Baijnath, Jogindernagar, Palampur, Billing etc. You need to get down at Ghattasani ( the bifurcation on the maain road)
  4. The bus from Mandi shall take an hour and a half to reach Ghattasani. From Ghattasani there are two or three buses that go directly to Lohardi. One in the morning around 8ish i think and other that i caught, around 2;45PM if i remember clearly.
  5. If you dont get a direct bus to Lohardi, get on the one that goes to Barot and then catch a bus from Barot or a shared cab!
  6. The total amount i spent on traveling one way from Chandigarh to Lohardi is Rs 450…Chandigarh to Mandi. Mandi to Ghattasani. Ghattasani to Lohardi.
  7. I was looking for a budget homestay and Thakur Ji Homestay fitted my criteria. The hosts are extremely warm and helpful. Shyam even took me around and charged me nominal rates for guiding me around the trails/hikes. The room tariff is Rs 600 while they would charge 60 or 70 Rs for a good home cooked meal.
  8. The homestay is bang in the Lumba Dug river and has amazing views of the Dhauladhar as well. Also since its located right in the middle of the tiny market, things are readily available.
  9. Shyams Contact Number…09418770108
  10. Other than BSNL no other sim works here. BSNL too stands true to its name here most of the times…BHAI SAHAB NAI LAGTA!!
  11. Other homestays available there are…Anand Homestay 7807408918…Monty Homestay 9459581485, Vandana Homestay 9736009245
  12. The nearest ATM available here would be in Barot.
  13. The direct bus to Mandi leaves at 6;15AM from here in the morning.
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Selfies aint my thing but what option do you have while traveling solo!

Things to do in Lohardi….

  1. Lohardi Mela is organised by the villagers in Mid May where in a lot of people come from other parts of Himachal as well. It’s a four day celebration. Details about the Mela will be given on the next blogpost!
  2. One can hike up to nearby villages, Kharimalhan, Sward, Chena, Polling and Bhujling.
  3. If you have enough days with you, two high altitude treks can be done…Bada Banghal Pass ( 5 days) and Dinosaur Lake ( 2 days) These open up only by end of June or first week of July.
  4. A short day trek to Pashkot Temple via Polling village can be done which falls in the last area of Chota Bhangal.
  5. Another trek goes up to the Sarinalha  Pass that connects this side to Kullu.

HAPPILY NOMADIC….The Wellington Chapter!

 

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The view from my home

While we generally get to know of our next destination just about a month or two in advance….Wellington was an exception!! This time around I knew six months beforehand that we were headed to the Blue Mountains..The Nilgiris!

I remember when the boy called me up three years back…before moving out to Bhutan…he excitedly yelled over the phone ‘start packingggg…we’re moving to Haa!’

Haa!!!? Was that a bewildered exclamatory reaction or a PROPER NOUN!! I googled the entire night though there wasn’t much given on it and it took me six months to make it my home…and once I did ,there was no looking back….but here in our Ullusthan aka Wellington I didn’t have the luxury of time…for all I had were eleven months…I didn’t have the time to dislike and then develop feelings for the new place..i had no time to waste months, for before I knew our tenure was already over…11 months just zoomed by! Sigh! Why I’m writing this is because if you too are hung over your previous place(because of good friendships or life or whatever reason might be)) drop that off right now…it’s only when you’ve moved out of this heaven of a place you’d realize what a fool you’d been wasting away your time, sulking or getting to like this one! There are definitely lots of hang-ups…water crisis..no help..hubsters away for long hours Butttt Hey! You’re in for the best 10 months and 21 days.. to be super precise:P

 

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YOUR GUIDE TO MAKING MOST OF ULLUSTAN!!

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10 months of bliss in this lil haven!

 

So let’s begin with making an itinerary …here’s the list of places things and people that complete the picture of W in my head at least! I would have missed out on lots…do enlighten, if you get to explore more places! I have listed these as the main categories for your itineraries. Details follow up below…

1.Quaint and quirky cafes and resorts with breathtaking views in and around Coonoor

2.Picnic and barbecue spots

3.Hikes/rides/drives

4.Tut break getaways

5.Shopping/ things to pick up

6.The 8 market Haul

7.Tailors aka humble fashion designers of W

8.Functions like SCADS/ LINEN FETE/ WINTER CARNIVAL

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Warm inviting havens

Nestled in the lap of nature, amidst the blue mountains lies a quaint little town flaunting some age old British charm called Wellington! It boasts of it’s salubrious climes with sprawling tea gardens and endangered wildlife which ain’t so wild anymore, for you’d spot Bisons on the roads and if lucky even leopards or bears galavanting on streets at night! Cafes where one could chill for hours, sipping over coffee..reading your favorite book..or just brunching with your girl friends while the pati devs are busy romancing their books, could be the best thing to happen to one! So here’s a list of my favorite ones (in the order of my liking)

CAFES And Eateries..

1.Non Such Retreat ( 9626226157)

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Non such is just so much 🙂

I personally like this place a lotttt while some of you might find it overrated…but if you’re a sucker for solace and calm and quiet surroundings with stunning views this one’s your place to be..Cut off from the city and surrounded by the prettiest tea gardens lies the non such retreat..they serve delicious south Indian meal, just that you’d have to inform them a day in advance! There are couple of hikes around the retreat too! Details in the hiking paragraph!

2.La Belle Café and Resort (04232233222)

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La belle

Now this one surely doesn’t need an intro( a famous shooting spot for many movies ( Student of the Year was shot here too!)..us girls would crash this place almost every second day…I love their cute kettles and chicken cheese sandwiches with cold coffee of course! The restaurant inside offers a huge variety in menu along with the best sunset view

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My fav spot at LA Belle!

 

3) Café Diem (09845001111)

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Cafe Diem be like

Gorgeous ambiance…quirkiest décor and decent food (only for vegetarians though) ..this café has all my heart…their flavored teas n desserts sure are scrumptious!

4) Open Kitchen

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Open Kitchen happens to be the first cafe i visited in Coonoor! We reached Wellington on my Birthday and here was my treat 😀

This quaint cosy café is known for its pizzas and recently burgers too! The café has a cool vibe with yellow dim lights and pictures on our favorite shows and cycling love! My personal favorite here was their chilli cheese toast and ginger squash! The Café has one branch in Ooty as well.

5) The Culinarium

True to its name this place boasts of its wide variety in different cusines..perfect for a weekend brunch. This place also offers you a venue to host high tea for your friends or guests with a fancy spread that’s absolutely prettiness personified! Oh and their Pot Pies would never disappoint you!

6) ABABA(9952994964)

I’d keep it simple…this place was My dose of Coffee/Hot Chocolate…a recently opened café, it’s yet to catch up but their potato stuffed buns and hot coffee are a delight on one of those misty rainy days in The Nilgiris!

7) Café Coffee Bean

With an open sit out, this place has simple warm hosts and a basic menu! Takes you back to one of those Tapri kind of cafes during college times…a good place to hang out in the evenings!

8) Eats Café

Situated next to Sims Park,a simple café with good food…my personal favorite here was Oreo Shake n Chicken Burgers!

Ps: the sims park gate has some stalls that sell yummiest boiled bhuttas or sweet corn! If youre a corn lover do try these!

9)Khaana Khazana

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filter kaapi

Very easy on your pockets and good food! Its ideal for the end of the month binging 😛 oh and if you’re looking for the authentic southern flavored filter coffee…here’s your brewery!

10) Jharoka(04232237444)

My all time favorite, this restaurant offers you the best north Indian food in town…my life saver for all the times I wanted to sham it out in the kitchen for they are open to home delivery on all days…their garlic naan and kolhapuri chicken is to die for!

11) The Little Coonoor Bakery(9566290465)

Love Momos? Who doesn’t! The bakery is yet to come up with a place of its own but does offer a take away….Their cheese and chicken momos are outa the world!

12) Frugal Gourmet Lovedale

A pop up dining destination at the hosts home itself, the place not only offers great food but also a beautiful homely ambience with artistic touch to it! Its open for lunch, afternoon tea or early dinner…

Following places don’t need an intro for these are pretty famous

13) Hopscotch

14) WGC

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Girlie time at WGC

15) Tandoori Hut Kotagiri (for rolls)

16) Taj Gateway Coonoor

17) Orchid Square

WEEKEND GETAWAYS

Weekend is the time to unwind! After all, the boys too need a break from the study rut..With Kotagiri and Ooty on either sides, just a stone’s throw away, one has ample of choices to spend the weekend blissfully cut off from the elusive owl…Here are some of them…

1) La Maison

2) Fuschia

3) Tea Nest

4) Fernhill

5) Redhills resort

6) Destiny farmstay

7) Pykara guest house

8) Kurumba village resort

9) Glyngarth Resorts

10) Kings Cliff

11) Gems Park Ooty

12) Lymond

So, I haven’t been to all these places but some are done by friends while few by acquaintances…I shall only write about the ones I’ve visited..

1) Fuschia Kotagiri

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travelling soles

Located in the interiors of Kotagiri, amidst the tea gardens Fuschia is a haven for nature craving nuts! Serene environs, breathtaking views, a hustling brook flowing nearby and a drive through the Jacaranda kissed streets surely makes this place a perfect getaway…Apart from having 7 rooms, they offer meals just for visitors as well provided you inform them a day in advance…Their authentic south Indian spread is a treat to one’s palette!

2) La Maison

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La Masion is a must visit! A tiny open bath space with these spectacular views and incredible French Vibes! Love the aesthetics of this place!

A super gorgeous boutique and heritage homestay that teleports you to the French Riviera…Perched on a hilltop, this pet friendly resort gives shelter to some exotic flora n fauna…A relaxed luncheon with friends or a rejuvenating dip in the valley facing bath tub, this one sure knows how to let you DISCONNECT!!

3) Fernhill Palace Ooty

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Haunted stories anyone??

An erstwhile palace of Maharaja of Mysore, the resort is studded with sprawling green lawns, beautiful gardens and stunning views overlooking lush green valleys…Famous for being a hotspot for all horror movie shoots, you’d find certain eeriness in the place, though I find it too pretty to be eerie!

4) RedHill Resorts Ooty

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Redhill Resort overlooking the pristine Emerald Lake

Best known for its splendid view, overlooking the Emerald Lake, this place offers a wide range of activities like trekking, fishing, riding, bird watching etc. as well as arrangement of barbecue and bonfires.. A rather long and bumpy ride from Wellington but a must visit!

5) Glyngarth Resorts Ooty

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That infinity pool at Glyngarth Resort

Overlooking the Masinagudi Valley, this one is a perfect soul retreat…Apart from being located in a pristine location, one thing that makes this place stand apart is their infinity pool facing the Blue Mountains….Good Food…Great Ambience and a perfect location away from the touristy locales of Ooty makes it one of the best weekend getaways out there…

LEISURE ACTIVITIES/HIKES/RIDES/PICNICS

I Climb Therefore I Am!

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The endless tea gardens

There’s no better way to explore the contours of a place in and out than on foot!

While I absolutely love exploring the hidden trails and offbeat locations, due to certain unavoidable reasons, I couldn’t explore this gem as much as I did in Bhutan. There are two hikes that are close to my heart for the places are cut off from the mainstream town and civilization…The Gundada and Aravukadu Villages and The Kurumba Tribe Village. The other two hikes that I’d recommend would be the waterfalls close to Fuschia and further ahead the trail to Bibin Village…another one would be the Toda Village next to Ralia Dam a hike which Dssc also organizes….A walk along the Nilgiris railway track can be equally rewarding!

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My thing for brit styled railway stations

Kurumba Village

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Views from the village
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Kurumba hut made of mud walls & thatched with a slate roof

Some nagging and couple of emotional blackmails later, the hubster was finally convinced to tag along for the hike that I’d otherwise planned to do solo…Just a cautionary advice….Try not doing this hike alone for the track though isn’t an arduous one but has a whole lot of humongous Bisons enroute…The Non Such Retreat also provides a guide for this hike but charges a bomb for it…So you might as well do it by yourself…The route is simple..start walking towards the factory n after about a km take the first prominent right turn…you’d see a lot of workers at the tea garden and could ask anyone for the village…it’s just a 3 kms walk one way but the route is absolutely spellbinding! The village boasts of being a home to one of the most primitive tribes of Nilgiris called Kurumbas. Its nestled in the forest away from the city chaos and has a total of 21 houses…Here are some pictures from my hike…

Gundada Village and further up to Aruvankadu

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Gundada village

 

Here’s a detailed story of my hike to Gundada…its my favorite getaway in Wellington..Easily doable and close to the Dssc complex, this place can and should not be missed! You could either start hiking from Jagathala or drive up from Circle Quarters to Jagathala, vordanity village and then park your vehicles at this village and climb up to Gundada and further up to Aruvankadu…My very own Neverland in the Nilgiris!

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Hike to Aravukadu village

Toda Village next to Ralliah Dam

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Landsacape enroute toda village close to Ralia Dam
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a temple of the indigenous Toda tribes

A small walk through a copse would lead you to the tranquil waters of Ralia…Keep walking along the ban and you would reach the Toda tribe settlement…..Most of the times there’s a guard around who could help you out with the route….The jungle trail is absolutely calm and peaceful,revitalizing your mind and soul! One could even spot exotic Malabar Squirrel…oh and once you reach the village, you could even place an order for toda shawls, bags or even customize things with their embroidery and work…

Kodanadu View Point And The Drive Through Kotagiri

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Kodanadu viewpoint at Kotagiri
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One of my favorite villages in Kotagiri enroute to Kodanadu view point
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The sprawling green meadows of 9th Mile In Ooty make a perfect place for picnics! But avoid going over the weekends!

A Cycle Ride To Dolphins Nose

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Out of the five cycle rides organised by the college, i went for two! This ones enroute Dolphins Nose!

Fuschia Waterfall, Catherine Falls, Pykara Falls and Elk Falls are best to hike around this time in monsoons…

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Fuschia Falls!

 

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Catherine Falls!
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Pykara Falls In Ooty!

Upper Bhavani Lake and Avalanche

To reach the Upper Bhavani lake you will have to reach the forest department which is near the famous four road crossing of Ooty..This place is around 24 kms downhill from ooty and will take you an hour to reach…From the checkpost there are guided tours..Vehicles of different sizes will be available..The trips operate from 9am to 5pm on first come first serve basis…Mostly, the vehicle tours have three spots…The Sholas….The Bhavani Temple and The Upper Bhavani Lake…a one hour drive on rough road but totally worth it!

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The upper bhavani lake!

 

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For Picnics and barbecues, Glenmorgan, Emerald Lake, Ninth Mile, Pine Forest Ooty make some of the best bets!

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Camping at Pykara!

Tut Break Getaways

With three to four days of break in hand we have ample of places to explore around Coonoor…I shall spam you with the pictures of the ones we covered

Tirupur and Karur

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godowns of linen!

If you’re a sucker for pretty home linen and clothes as well, these two aren’t to be missed…Tirupur is a hub for garments..some even branded ones..i got my levis denims all for 500 bucks…one needs to have patience and time to hunt for things in the godowns where clothes are strewn all over the place…These are all brand new and ready to be shipped to their brand outlets.

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At the linen hub…Karur…a tip here…please try doing this trip in winters! i went here in march and suffered a heat stroke! what you see in the backdrop are all table covers! that much variety!
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At Tirupur! My reaction says it all!

While Karur is the home linen haven..All your 8 market stuff comes from this town…Curtains..Sheers..Blinds..Table Covers..quirky cushion covers..dining mats and runners..bedspreads..you name it and you shall find it here…

Pondicherry

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The White Town and its bright colored walls!

The French Riviera, with beautiful beaches…some fort ruins and quirkiest cafes…A days trip from Pondy would take you to the beautiful Pichavaram forest and Tranquebar Port Town which are equally astounding!

Varkala

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Boat rides in Varkala backwaters!

 

A coastal town near Trivandrum, this place is a perfect sun and sand getaway…One could enjoy boat rides in backwaters as well..There is also an old British fort and a boat ride from the lighthouse to a small little island with temple in Anjengo…

Hampi

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The hypnotic sunsets of Hampi!

Hampi with her gigantic boulders scattered across the countryside, greenest paddy fields with southern palms dotting their boundaries, peaceful coracle ride in the calm waters of Shanapur Lake, the ancient ruins strewn all over the town takes you back to the long forgotten Vijayanagar Empire.. Her sunsets are absolutely hypnotic!

Coorg, Mysore, Alleppey and Alappuzha are other spots that can be covered. Meanwhile The Bandipur National Park and Mudumalai National Parks can be easily covered since these are just a stone’s throw away from Ooty! The route Gundlupet is breathtaking with endless blossoms in Summer and Spring season.

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Enroute Mysore! Highways like these!

Shopping Retreats!

1) Leather Stuff

Marigold and Skins are two such shops in Ooty that provide a range of products in leather…From smart leather boots to jackets n bags…I hoarded many boots for i never get my size for the huge manly feet I have..Don’t be surprised to find brands like Hush Puppies, Buggatti and  likes for very reasonable prices!

2) Toda Jewellery

Tulsi Mall in Coonoor and Big Shop in Ooty have some beautiful silver antiques and jewelry. One could even pick up just the pendants…I personally have a hugeeee thing for silver jewelry and therefore picked up a a toda tribe necklace and a pair of jhumkas! Whoever said money can’t buy happiness was truly lying eh!

3) Ketty Embroidery

Sister Keerthan in Ketti Village deals with the embroidery work…I didn’t get one for myself but here is the contact if required….9486801352

4) Tea Leaves and Chocolates

Being in the Nilgiris how can one not collect tea….one will find a huge variety of flavors..right from chocolate to peppermint…Nilgiris Store in Coonoor has it all…oh and do try their Brinjal Pickle! Its absolute heaven!

5) Silk Saree Shopping From Coimbatore and Mysore

THE 8 MARKET HAUL

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the 8 market madness!

Coming to my favorite part….This market never disappoints! Never everrr! Falling on every second Sunday of the month ( I know it’s such a longgg wait for passionate shopaholics like me:” this market starts at 5am and goes on till the sunset….Floor Cushions…cushion covers..home linen…spices…just anything and everything sold here makes a good buy…Sarees for like 100 bucks are not only great for gifting the maids but also can be used as a fabric for suits n dresses…and if they turn out to be flawless then why not even drape it! Here’s some of the picks from my 8 market haul

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Look who would chill like a boss with all my 8 market cushions!! ps: those blue ones were all of 100 bucks ( the cushion and the cover)
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The 8 market haul! the picture says it all 😛 Women reach the ground as early as 5 am with their head torches!

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those vibrant cushion covers picked up from 8 market giving a colorful makeover to my balcony!
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I absolutely loved these shibori floor cushions! By the end of the course, my friends gave me a title ” Cushion Queen”! Buttt how could one not pick up those!

THE SABYASACHI’S OF WELLINGTON

Now while these guys are loaded with hell lot of work, but their work is pretty impressive! My personal favorite is Bombay Tailor who’s not only stitched blouses but also dresses, crop tops and palazzos for me….

Here are the contact details

1) Bombay Tailors 9487966302

2) Krishna Tailors 9788578635

3) Rao Tailors Coonoor ( opposite ABABA)

PS: Out of the many tea factories, The High Field Tea Factory on walkers hill road offers a guided tour and a glimpse into the process of tea manufacturing.

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At The Highfield Tea Factory after the tour….One even gets to taste different flavors of tea here…The White Tea happens to be the most expensive of all owing to its health benefits

MISCELLANEOUS

If you want to showcase your talent or just learn new things and forge new friendships do participate in Scads…Linen Fete and Winter Carnival are great platforms to display your art and creativity and at the same time get paid for it!

I think i’m done jotting down the basics! Feel free to ping me on Instagram or Facebook if you have any queries…I would be glad to help! Have a fantastic tenure….You are in one of the most beautiful places and I am sure each one of you shall have incredible times and happy memories to take! Cheerio!

Shangarh…Her Meadows and Mountains!

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The early morning view at Upper Nahi Village!

It was Day 3 already! Last two days just zoomed by in a jiffy and today was the day of reluctant retreat! We woke up to zero visibility with the clouds spamming the landscape. I wished it rained harder so that we had a genuine reason to stay back. But Mahi anyway had some guests coming to Shangarh and therefore we decided to move today itself. Also the picture he and the other bloggers painted of Shangarh, got us even more curious to explore the place. I am  forever battling dilemmas to see new places or spend time at the ones already stayed at and loved with all my heart! But then again one must give a fair chance to all the unseen ones too! Right?

After bidding a not so keen goodbye to the entire family, we trekked down to Lower Nahi Village to catch an SUV, for the road to Shangarh, didn’t really define roads too well! And guess who loyally accompanied us till the lower village? Whitey! It broke my heart to bid goodbye to him! I might have been a Doggie Mommy( biologically) in some alter life!

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Bidding Goodbyes to Our warmest hosts at Aastha Homestay!
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Whitey Boy coming along with us till Lower Nahi Village!

While getting into the mini truck, i asked the driver if it were okay to sit in the open backspace. Mahi didn’t approve of the idea but then A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do! So me and Tripti hopped into the back carrier, fell here and there a million times, laughed like maniacs, screamed our guts out every time the vehicle slid a bit in the slush, got goosebumps not only because the cold air kissed us gently but also because the views were no less than a picture of a dreamland turning into life!

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Clicked while sitting in the back open space of the mini truck!

En route while driving along the hustling Sainj river, we crossed the Ropa Complex where the Gate of the GHNP lies. The complex also provides guest rooms at reasonable charges. The non existent roads were extremely slushy and made it difficult for the driver to maneuver along the hairpin bends. Traffic jams here were made of tons of sheep flocking by. This place didn’t know of mob and noise. We could now see the Upper Nahi village far away on the mountain. A little farther a beautiful 5 tiered temple caught my eye! It stood away from civilization in Shanshar. There were villages wayyy high up on the mountains. I told myself in my head that id come explore them someday!

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Anjaani Raahon mein, Tu Kya Dhoond Firrey Dur jisko samjha woh toh pass hai tere!

The famed meadows of Shangarh lived up to its name! The school kids played cricket there and fleeting clouds danced around. Two wooden temples rested on the meadows and were apparently known as resting place for the Devtas. The main temple however rested in the middle of the village dedicated to the local deity called Shungchul Mahadev. A new house like structure was being built right next to it, probably a place dedicated to the temple priests. It is said that the the temple caught fire a few years back, which led to a visit of some ministers who gave funds for construction of the same. Shangarh also gained fame since then.

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I could lie down here and roll till eternity!

The meadows are considered so sacred that even high level dignitaries, police officials etc enter temple leaving their caps and belts outside and those who disobey are cursed eventually. One of the locals gave an instance where a man drank alcohol on the meadows and was struck by lightning the very same day! Faith and folklores have a perennial bond! Don’t they! This particular village is also known to be kind towards people who elope for marriages due to societal vices! Isn’t it amazing how these remote corners of our country at times are rigid on certain beliefs and then there are some who know no disparities and go against what’s called A NORM!!

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The famous temple of Shungchul Mahadev! in Kath Kuni architecture!

The Shungchul Mahadev reminds many of the Chaini Kothi Temple in Banjaar near Jibhi. The wooden Katth Kuni structure is a marvel of architecture with grand carvings and multiple storeys.

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The intricate work on wood!
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The Meadows have surprises only if you see!

 

We moved forward and walked around the lower village, the slush making it uneasy to run around yet the urge to see more didn’t seem to cease. The cows grazing outside in the slight drizzle with clouds rising up over the slanting roofs, appeared like the smoke billowing out of the chimneys. We climbed up to our homestay where Naresh, Mahis cousin welcomed us to his abode with a shy smile. Mahi and Naresh were poles apart. He and his family had just started with the homestay service and we were their first guests. The washrooms were not even done up yet, but the stay was comfortable. I’ve learnt to be a tad less fussy about my stays over the last few months. I think the hosts and their warmth make all the difference.

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A school kid heading back home, taking careful steps on the slushy paths!

The weather was all packed up by afternoon and the sky began to turn grey. The cold wind got meaner and Mahi I and Tripti huddled around the heater while Naresh, another PUBG addict, was glued to his phone screen. By around 4:30, my feet itched to get out and walk the village bylanes. While these three decided to light the fire outside,i set out for my evening walk. The village lanes were all slushy and tiny riverlets gushed by. Many pipes had burst and the water flowed with heavy cascades as though it were some waterfall. The clouds had engulfed the lower hamlets of Shangarh. I decided to take random trails winding through the deodar forests. The paths were adorned with the brown winter leaves shed around and stones and rocks that slid down the hill due to heavy rains. A little far away i saw a house ;like many others throwing smoke out of its chimney. A girl and two boys played cricket outside in its grassy courtyard. I decided to go down and ask them if i could be their audience, promising them that i’d cheer them on, on hitting sixes and fours.

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The tiny little streamlets!
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Cricket matches aint that easy in the mountains!

So this was an all new cricket i watched here! Every time the batsman hit the ball, it went rolling downhill and the bowler who was also the fielder would run all the way down to grab the ball while the batsman would go on making runs! The grass was wet and slippery and the girl whose turn was to bowl would every time throw the ball high in the air and her brother at the wicket would hit it harder, throwing the ball farther than farthest. The sister while climbing back to the pitch, tried to catch hold of her breath, when i decided to give her my tiny bit of bowling knowledge! ‘Pinky, agar is baar bhi bhaagna hai then ball ko hawa mein udaana but agar out karna hai, ball ground ke bilkul pass wicket pe nazar rakh ke marna” Well, it didn’t get her a wicket but it surely helped her sticking around the pitch and not running after the ball!

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Winter leaves adorning the paths!

Just when i decided to join them on the pitch, the grey clouds metamorphosed into rain drops that got only heavier. Luckily i was carrying my rain jacket. I bid the kids goodbye and decided to go back uphill,taking the forest trail. The riverlets got louder and the clouds rose up from the hamlets below, dressing up the mountains like never before. Walking all alone in these trails in rain is all that my heart yearned for! Little did i know that an hour later, another beautiful surprise awaited me!

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After getting wet in the rain, i joined Trips Mahi and Naresh at the bonfire!

I got back to Mahi. Naresh and Trips warming up their hands around the fire that was struggling to stay on under the tree cover. After moving inside for a cup of tea, the rain later seemed to sober down. While peeping outside the window, i realized that the rain had fallen quiet only to give way to the fairy tale snowflakes! The nature Gods were being more than kind to us and i couldn’t thank them enough for we were lucky to have witnessed this season’s last snowfall in Shangarh!

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Porch with a view!

Later that night while it snowed outside our glass windows, we sat down talking about life, how enriching travel is, Mahi telling us about his experiences with the travelers from all over India and some famous travel bloggers! While the snow didn’t seem to be in a mood to stop, our conversations too lasted till midnight. Our plan of trekking up to a nearby waterfall and the village rest house wouldn’t have worked out the following day for the snowfall made the paths even more slippery and the water pipes in the forest rest house burst due to cold. We hated to go to sleep with the idea of leaving tomorrow already, but like they say ‘ All good things must come to an end’!

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Tales of this snowy morning!

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The next morning, the landscape looked surreal, as though the snow gods had sprinkled white powder all over the mountains, trees, roads, houses, lampposts….just anything and everything that met our eyes! Shangarh lived up to its name and left me wanting to explore it more and more.. But i knew, this had to wait…may be even for a couple of months. Till then i decided to leave a tiny lil piece of me with her temples and mountains and cricket pitches.

Until next time!

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i have a hugeee thing for streams and brooks!
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Trips trying not to slip, followed by Nresh wheile heading back to the lower village!
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One last visit to the meadow!

 

TRAVEL INFO AND THINGS TO DO IN SHANGARH

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And finally Me posing with Shangarh Board! I hate goodbyes!
  1. Shangarh is located in Sainj Valley in Himachal Pradesh at about 6300ft amsl. It’s famous for its celestial meadows, majestic temples with kath kuni architecture and offers a plethora of untamed trails for hikes. It hugs the GHNP ( great himalayan national park) and the valley is often called the valley of birds.
  2. The ideal weather to visit Shangarh would be March to June, Sep end to November
  3. Catch a bus going on the mandi or manali route and get down at Aut tunnel. From here take a bus to Ropa if you get one or catch a bus to Sainj bus stop and thereafter take a shared cab to Shangarh. A daily HRTC bus plies from Kullu to Shangarh.
  4. There is a beautiful hiking trail from Upper Nahi Village to Shangarh crossing untouched meadows and hidden temples ( read about Upper Nahi here https://wordpress.com/view/talesofthehiddentrails.wordpress.com) that offers incredible views.Must do if one has no time constraints.
  5. Shangarh being so close to GHNP in itself has various hikes to offer. A short hike to a local waterfall can be done.
  6. Apart from visiting the meadows and the famous Shangarh temple, one can even trek up to the Forest Rest House where the room charges are Rs 500 per day. The rest house is made of wooden walls and even has the old age British charm of fireplace etc.
  7. Homestays Available
  8. The homestay we stayed at was not even completed yet but one can call up Mahi to arrange one. His contact details…8679139227( whatsapp number)
  9. Snowline HomeStay 7807607331,  9816425422, 8894820083
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The Team!

And Then I Finally Met You Sainj!

As the indistinct chatter in the Himachal Roadways bus persisted, the sun sneaked up behind the serene Shivaliks highlighting its contours. As dawn broke I found myself withdrawn from the unbridled motion, going back to that day, a year ago, while going through Shubham Mansingka’s travel blog post on Sainj, when  I couldn’t stop obsessing over this place. You know how you see something spectacular and can’t stop thinking about it! The fact that he used the phrase ‘Secret Homestay in a Secret Village’ piqued my interest to find out where this stunning piece of jewel hid itself in the mountains. And like they say ‘Mystery creates wonder’!! Exactly a year later, I just returned that mysterious hamlet that I often dreamt of and it was even prettier than how I had imagined!

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Early Morning Hour of Dawn…closing towards Kiratpur!

To be honest, initially I was in two minds, whether to continue keeping this gem a secret or share it with folks like me, who craved for peace and serenity. I am writing this, with a tad bit of faith in my tiny bunch of readers that they respect the sanctity of this place and don’t turn it into yet another Kasol or Dalhousie, swamped with filth and irresponsible loud tourists.

I wanted to do a budget stay and like always, a friend I made on Instagram, Rajeshwar Thakur, came to my rescue. The trip was planned in a way that I spend minimum and see maximum. Budget traveling and a homestay was the idea! Like many of my day hikes in Bhutan, my friend Tripti agreed to tag along this time as well. At a ghoulish time of 4am did we reach the bus stand to begin our adventure. The fields near Kiratpur had metamorphosed into greener grains and the landscape flaunted the arrival of spring. Seasons are the best makeup artists when it comes to giving a makeover to the landscapes!

The omnipresent silence was only interrupted by the conversations between the bus driver and conductor. The passengers who had a long way to go till Aut were in their deep slumber while the ones who boarded the bus to get down at the nearby spots seemed familiar with the driver and conductor. One such man was a village school master who sat down in the drivers cabin, telling the conductor about board exams, how kids tend to cheat at an all new level during exams. Later the conversation drifted to some local rich man who adopted a girl, for the wife was working and there was no one at home and he needed someone for domestic help! That’s all i could decipher for they spoke in Himachali. A part of me wanted to believe in that rich man’s goodness, in the fact that he adopted a girl child and ignore the latter half. The driver was really chatty and described many road accidents and how government aids should be increased for betterment of roads in some parts of Himachal. The conductor often filled a steel glass with tea and served the driver on regular intervals! I was in the process of developing a new found respect for this lesser known being, at the steering wheel.

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Dhaaba with a View!

Short of Bilaspur, we stopped at a Dhaba while we waiting for a bus change as the one we were travelling in broke down. As we waited, the calm waters of the Koldam Dam glistened a dreamy green. It reminded me of my times in Ooty when we used to chill beside the Avalanche Lake. for all those who haven’t visited Avalanche lake, you must include it in your itinerary if you’re passing by Ooty. I was hoping to not encounter traffic jam ahead on the Aut road and luckily this time around the bus sped its way from Mandi to Aut. The Aut tunnel is almost 3 kms long running along the Sainj river. Last time around, we didn’t see it for we took a right just before turning for Jibhi and Tirthan. Well one takes the same turn for Sainj as well but in order to catch the bus from the Aut bus stand, one needs to cross the tunnel. This tunnel is apparently the second longest in India.

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While waiting for the bus At Aut Bus Stand!

I spoke to Mahi after reaching Aut and he informed us that he was waiting at the Sainj Town. Sainj was an additional hours drive. We however booked our ticket all the way up till Deori Village as our destination was another 2 to 3 kms hike up from Deori. Deori is the last place connected by a so called motorable road (read muddy track that was then loaded with slush) and made our ride the bumpiest one ever!

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Straight from the desk of HRTC Driver! The lesser known Heroes!

My head screamed with joy “ Welcome to the bluest skies, the cherry blossoms and the roads so shy”! I saw a young guy standing at the bus stop, running towards my window. Mahi’s smile was infectious and he instantly gave me a high five! That was nothing like a first time greeting! His aura and zeal told me that I’d have to let go of this asocial being inside me and it came easy with company like him and Tripti. A horde boarded the bus from Sainj for Deori as there was no other way to travel up. The roads were non existent and there were just a few buses in a day. The drive from Sainj was another 45mins to Deori. The apple blossoms and green fields gave way to drier lands with enormous giants called Dhauladhars looming outside our windows. The path defined offbeat in its true essence being the slushiest and narrowest but the views were simply breathtaking. I was in a constant uttering either Ouch or Wow! The paranoid me dug my nails into Tripti’s arms leaving the pretty Himachali lady beside me royally amused. I badgered her with my forever ‘Deori Kab Aayega’ and every time she smirked and said ‘thoda aur time hai’! By now my head was spinning! We were on the bus for almost 12 hours now! Things I do for my beloved…The Mountains!

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The Himachali lady whom i badgered my lame queries with!
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Last stop at Deori! We now had to walk from here!

The bus journey finally concluded at Deori. Tons of people made a queue and headed towards their village, some who had their homes just a few away while few like us who had to walk a little more till Upper Nahi. Like most of the villages, this one too had a temple right in the beginning A white building adorned with bright green colored roof with purple window frames that turned out to be a Post Office stood right next to Mahi’s Uncle’s place where we halted to grab a bite as our tummies were growling with hunger! Who would mind being a postman working at this gorgeous Daak Khaana ( like they call it in the villages)!

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Post Office At Deori!

Half an hour of climb through Deodar forests and some green fields by our side, we finally landed at our home for two days. Upper Deori..the secret village I had read about was now right here! I was living my dream. Shubham is Mahi’s good friend and I therefore asked him to show me all the places he had written about in his blog. I remember him mentioning about this Swiss Couple’s cottage which now has no one staying. It stood in the middle of apple orchards, looking bereft of company and love!

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The Swiss Couple Cottage!

Just as you enter the village, the sacred Pundrik Rishi Lake, though bereft of water graced the landscape along with green meadows bearing tall pines and deodars. The fields had just started to turn green but I could well imagine how insanely gorgeous would it be in the monsoons. Colorful houses with slanting slated roofs dotted the village landscape. Most of the houses followed the KATHA KUNI architecture, made of wood mud and slates. No cement or modern material is used for building these structures. My favorite part about most of these houses is the outside balcony with huge wooden frames with no glass as such, so one has non obstructed views for miles galore.

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One of the Many Houses with Kathakuni Architecture!

A village primary secondary school stood there in the middle of the field with two temples around. Children played cricket when we arrived and the sun was almost on its way to call it a day! Plumes of smoke spiralled out of the houses and the last rays of the sun kissed the snowy peaks around. The secret homestay actually seemed to be mysterious for we had crossed half the village and still not reached our home for tonight. Mahi’s is the last house in the village with spectacular views and happy vibes.The outside porch was my love at first sight and I knew where I’d be chilling for the next two days.

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Tripti and I would sit here, sipping on our tea, talking endlessly to Mahi and cuddling up with Whitey Boy for hours!

Huge wooden framed windows gifted one with spellbinding views of endless green sprawling farms and the snow covered Dhauladhar Mountains and in case you’re lucky enough to have a clear day then a stunning sunrise too! There were last few minutes of sunlight outside and we decided to drop our bags and get out to see the village before it would get dark.

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Uff this Village and the landscape that puts ya in trance state!

Just like old times in Bhutan, me and Tripti wandered around in the hamlet with a furry pal whom we named Browny( we always end up naming dogs on the basis of their colors and that must sound so racist right ;\) this time with Mahi too giving us company. He wanted to play cricket with the kids and so tagged along till the school meadow. I’ve often noticed how friendships based in these little hamlets are never based on age, caste or community. Well, it turned out what I’d observed wasn’t true completely. Certain societal vices still existed in the hinterland. Can’t blame the people though. Our country has miles to go probably because of illiteracy and archaic beliefs. Shall tell you about my tryst with that in Himachal later in this post. While walking around we saw many hidden facets of the culture, for instance this knitting and weaving machine used by the village ladies to make the famous Himachali shawls and dresses like Pattu.  Vibrant colored wool were entangled around the frame. On asking one of the village women, how soon she’d complete one shawl, we got to know it took eight to ten days and at least a kilo or two of wool for one shawl, depending on the work! Browny ran around the green fields like a liberated soul! All that dull headache and fatigue dissipated into the thin cold air leaving only warmth and happiness behind.

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The weaving frame outside one of the houses!

While Mahi continued playing cricket with kids, we decided to venture out further into the village, curious to know the folks and their stories. A pretty green house stood quiet and lonesome looking down at the valley and the mountains around. Its attic had undisturbing views and we decided to find out who lived in this dreamy abode. A thumping sound came from one of the rooms on top and a flight of huge wooden steps took us up to the attic. We knocked on the door couple of times but there were no response. An old man came out in a bit and said hello. We asked him if it were okay to sit in his attic and chit chat with him and his family and he smiled and said ‘of course’! He even asked us for tea and we politely declined for we didn’t want to trouble them too much.While sitting outside at the porch staring at the hills, the calm silence in the air was interrupted by a heavy voice of certain someone who told us to come out of the house. On being asked why, the person said to come down immediately and that she’d tell us the reason later. We were apparently pulled out of the house for the inhabitants were of low caste! Did I seriously hear that!?

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At one of the porch of the village houses!

I was flabbergasted then and somehow contained my feelings within. Though I did try explaining to this certain woman how senseless her ideas about caste were but who was I to lecture. They’ve grown up hearing folklores where mostly the sinful things were committed by lower caste folks and how unhappy the almighty was with that. I remembered how my homestay auntie in Kareri felt apologetic on getting to know how we were just two sisters in the family with no brother. Also why I hadn’t planned a kid even after six years of marriage. That too wasn’t acceptable to me. But there are times and places when we have to let go! When I sit down and think about it, who am i to judge their thoughts. We in the cities bound to be cl-assist. We don’t approve of our maids sitting on the fancy couch in our drawing room or eat in those bone china crockery. So even though I lectured for a bit and kept thinking about the same whole night, i knew in the heart of hearts how impossible it were to bring about that change in a day or two!

Mahi being an excellent host made it sure to fill our tummies well before we called it a night. He too ate along sitting around the heater, cracking jokes that sounded the lamest yet got us laughing our guts out.

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Love how the clouds make their mark on the mountains in the form of those grey shadows!

Tripti and I went to bed discussing how it felt like homecoming for the place might have changed from Haa Valley in Bhutan to Sainj Valley in Himachal but we were the same mad women, wandering around hungry for mountain love. And then again those Mighty Giants, The Mountains and its people were the same old..same old!

DAY2…

I woke up at 6;30 am  to Mahi snoring in the next room and Tripti in deep slumber next to me. Like always I was up early in the mountains, wishing to catch a glimpse of the sunrise.  But the clouds seemed to have their way today. It wasn’t even seven and I see a lady sitting on her knitting machine, weaving a shawl early morning. Bright red with black wool flung across the machine frame and she worked diligently on it. And here I was still groggy, taking pride in the fact that I woke up early. The mountain folks sure know how to keep yourself grounded!

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Early Morning Scenes at Upper Nahi…A lady is up and about at her job at 6;45 AM! Howwww?

A little later I was joined by Whitey and he walked along every step. I sat down around these mustard fields with him staring at the village houses beneath my feet just when a pretty bright blue birdie flew by. I sighed for having missed seeing it clearly and just then a flock of them fluttered by! The pretty dainty Magpies! My genie was somewhere close by listening to my wishes! I won’t be surprised if it was Whitey The Furry Boy! The early morning is always my favorite time in the mountain villages. The stillness in the air is broken by the chirping birds and every house seems to add a little drama by belching out spirals of smoke through chimneys while women are already at work, walking across the fields, their backs hunched with the weight of wooden baskets behind.

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My Pets …Tripti and Whitey 🙂
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The Gorgeous Magpie flying with her open wings and free spirit!

An hour or two later we were ready for our hike to Sarikanda.Leaving the greener pastures behind we made way to rockier climbs and trails made of slush and pine cones. Sarikanda was a meadow on top and was most probably snowed out today. Old habits are hard to die and Tripti just like old times in Bhutan, started with her ‘ Aur kitna time hai or how far is it now?’ And i like always kept telling her ‘ we are almost there!’ That’s how we hiked three years back and that’s how we were managing now too 🙂 Enroute Mahi showed us the place where, back in the day his ancestors would stay. After the earthquake of 1905, they relocated to lower areas. A small little temple with a local deity like Shiva stood around that patch and red flags fluttered in the air. The trail eventually gave way to rocks, demanding us to climb the rocky steps but as we went higher, the views only got more and more magical. The clouds unveiled the Snow clad mountains as if it were a trophy being unveiled for trekking up to this place.

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Trekking Up To Sarikanda!

Enroute the trail up we were greeted by some coal black scarred trees reminiscing of an age prior to being struck by the purity of lightning. These remnants were a stoic reminder of how nature can be violent & raging even in lightning which is signified by our symbol of purity i.e. white. As we trekked higher the snow mat got denser until a point wherein our boots were no longer visible. In those two feet of white powder with cool mountain breeze flirting with us did we truly realise that the beauty of the trek lay in its remoteness & wilderness. Upon reaching a shepherd’s ‘Dhok’, we took some time off admiring the views around us while Tripti was engrossed in drying her feet as she hadn’t got any trekking shoes on this trip. I offered her my socks for the meantime & i blissfully wandered around the meadow allowing my sensory receptacles in my feet to soak in the purity & trueness of mother nature.

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Sitting at one of the abandaoned sheds with that view! This was just so hypnotic!

Sometimes all you need to connect with your roots to this planet is to let go of the hesitation to digress into the path less travelled. After a short break, dark angry clouds laden with moisture started to approach our location and we decided to scamper back to the safety of our homestay. On our descent as luck would have it, we were driven away by an impromptu snowfall which added wings to our feet as we rushed to the warm licks & wagging tail of Whitey.

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Mahi, like a good guide, leaving a trail behind for us! All hearts for this Boy!

Raajma Chaawal and fuzzy blankets around Bukhari are all that you need after hiking in that beautiful yet challenging snowy weather. We had the evening free for us and Tripti decided to ask the family help us dress up in their Himachali attire called Pattu. I had never imagined getting dolled up on a backpacking trip but then that’s what girlfriends do right..add a whole lot of drama and excitement to your trip. Deepa, one of the family members helped us drape the Pattu. She was kind enough to share her dresses with us and man they were absolutely gorgeous. Such intricate embroidery over beautiful woolen shawls. We later went gallivanting the entire village,catching the limelight.

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Look at us in Pattus and look at that view behind!

The villagers giggled looking at these two female travellers dressed up like them and were kind enough to compliment us even though i know i looked quite funny. Infact in my head i thought i could easily pass off as ‘A Black Magic Woman’! 😀 Whitey like always wandered around with us, through fields and meadows.

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Pose Pose Poseee

A little later that evening, we sat down next to the heater listening to Mahi’s tales. There was never a dull moment around this boy. He had named us Bhaangdi and Chirkundi and we had no idea what that meant but in return we called him Bhaangdu! He’s probably one of the warmest hosts i know and literally took care of us like we were his family. He’d often tell me that i am the serious kinds and that he had to think before saying anything to me and how Tripti was a chirpy bird 😛 but i absolutely loved his brutally honest nature! We’d never get tired of his stories.

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One With Mahi!
People like him make me want to travel more, makes me want to trust in the strangers more than ever and continue finding joy in the unknown!

Because The Blog Post would have been incomplete without this Boys Picture!

What waited for us in Shangarh was yet another fairytale! ( To be Contd)

TRAVEL AND HOMESTAY INFO

  1. There are enough buses that ply from Chandigarh ( Sector 43 ISBT) for Aut. You could catch any bus that goes towards Manali and get down at the Aut Bus Stand. The bus stand is located right after crossing the Aut Tunnel and is on the right side of the road. One has to get down via steps as its not on the main road itself.
  2. Try catching an early morning bus from Chandigarh to avoid jams. I caught the 4 am bus and reached Aut by 2PM.
  3. From Aut obe has to catch a bus for Sainj. Incase you happen to get a bus for Deori, it’s even better. Deori is another 45mins of drive up from Sainj. The road is pretty rough and avoid driving in your own vehicle.
  4. Upper Nahi is 2kms up from Deori. One has to hike from here as there is no motorable road to Upper Nahi Village.
  5. This gorgeous homestay we stayed at is called Aastha Homestay named on the little girl of the family. Each and every member of the family is extremely warm and helpful and you’re in for a terrific time.
  6. Aastha Homestay is a budget homestay. The washrooms are not attached to your room and our built outside, in the home compound but are well kept and clean with hot water available.
  7. The rooms are basic but have all the essential things like heater and enough blankets to keep you warm and comfortable.
  8. They charge you per head, Rs 700 for a day which not only includes your rent but all the three meals and yes the meals are absolutely delish and filling.
  9. Mahi, the host is such a livewire who would not only keep you comfortable but also guide you with hikes and places to explore in and around the village.
  10. Sai Ropa and Shangarh are must visit places and if you have enough time, you could ask him to guide you for hikes in GHNP ( additional charges may apply for that)
  11. The internet connectivity is poor but that’s the best part no? I have a Jio sim and therefore had no coverage while my friends vodafone was working well.
  12. Mahi’s Contact Number…8679139227.

The Potter’s Wheel….Khurja!

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One of the stalls in Dilli Haat!

While standing at one of the pottery stalls, haggling my way through with the vendors at Dilli Haat, i couldn’t stop drooling over everything my eyes met! A hugeeee sucker for pottery and ceramic art, i find it difficult to maintain my fiscal discipline at such places! But the prices did seem exorbitant! On asking the sales boy where he got all that gorgeous stuff from, i learnt of this haven that happens to be a stone’s throw away from my home ( Noida) and justtt 80 odd kms from New Delhi! And thus the urge to visit Khurja sprang up which was so bad that it lead me to this city of pottery the very next day itself!! ( Call me a pottery maniac but i don’t care :P)

Route

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The Eastern Peripheral Expressway…making the drive easy and beautiful!

Khurja is about 72 kms from the IGI Airport in Delhi and 120 kms from the Agra airport by road. One could hire a cab which would take about two and a half hours from either of the places.

Nearest bus stands are Bulandshahar ( 18 kms) and Dadri (42 kms). Ghaziabad, Noida and Greater Noida are other main cities nearby.

It is well connected to New Delhi by train on Delhi-Kolkata route. The train takes about an hour and a half.

In case you’re looking for a place to stop by for lunch, there is one decent restaurant called Highway Chaupal. They even have their own shop of ceramics and pottery.

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Sprawling fields along NH34…And spectacular sunsets!

If you’re driving in your own car, take the Delhi- Eastern Peripheral Expressway- exit at Bulandshahr – take NH34 to Khurja. It took us an hour and 15 minutes to reach Khurja from Greater Noida.

Khurja Pottery and Its Interesting Origin

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ITS Raining potteries in Khurja

Khurja Pottery is a traditional Indian pottery, made in Khurja, in Bulandshahr district of UP. For the starters it enjoys the reputation of being a part of the Geographical Indication. There are almost 400 odd factories, employing a good about 15000 people officially and 20000 unofficial employees. ( according to Wikipedia) generating not only employment in this region of UP but also contributing to the financial and trade benefits of the country.

While reading up on Khurja that night before making a trip, i learnt that this clay pottery found its essence in India when King Taimur Lung of Afghanistan brought along artisans and potters all the way from Egypt Syria Turkey and Persia ( countries ruled by him once). After he and his army left, many artisans stayed back in India who later relocated to places like Khurja, Jaipur, Delhi etc.

A very interesting fact stated in the book ‘ Pottery making cultures and Indian Civilisation’ says that ‘ Khurja in Bulandshahr is one of the oldest centers of glazed pottery in India.’ and that ‘ These potters often call themselves as Multani Kumhars, coming from Multan, now located in Punjab Pakistan.

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A riot of colors!

How Its Made

The raw materials used are Quartz stone, feldspar and China Clay also called Chini Mitti in Hindi.The clay used is local one available in Up while the stones are brought from Rajasthan.

We were lucky enough to get a glimpse of this interesting process. Here are the steps followed to manufacture the pottery/ crockery.

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After the designing! Look at all that hard work!
  • Mixing…All the raw materials are mixed together along with water, followed by getting dehydrated in a hybrid machine which sucks the liquid out of the paste.
  • Moulding… Different moulds ( in the shape of cups, mugs, bowls etc) of POP are made to give the shape to the softened mixture.
  • Drying….   The output is then kept at a normal room temperature. It takes around a day or more to dry completely.
  • Designing… The product is designed differently, painted, glazed etc according to the customer demands.
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Artisans at work!
  • Baking…. The stuff is then finally put into a huge furnace for baking at about 650 degree Celsius and eventually put into a cooling chamber to avoid cracks.
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The furnace behind where the mixture is heated!

 My Khurja Haul

 

I would like to share some pictures of the stuff i picked up for what i felt like was for pittence. Huge brands that are even internationally famous procure their products from small towns like Khurja, Sanganer etc and sell it at enormous rates! High time we recognise the effort and talent of these artisans and potters hailing from humble backgrounds carrying the pottery legacy forward since eons!

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My Fav Coffee Mug…A set of 4 for 240 Only! Saw exactly similar ones at Fab India!
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A hoarder of plants…picked up a lot of planters..This Rabbit one was for 60Rs
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These lil boots were for Rs 40 each
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A white kettle with a dash of green for my kettle love…Rs 100 only..
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Microwave friendly Ceramic Kadais..A set of 3 for 250 Rs only
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These three tiny little curios…for 120 Rs only
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A Huge Mug Planter…Rs 80
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This giant beauty…Rs 2000
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Glossy Maroon Kettle…Rs 250 Only

The two shops i visited were located on the GT Road called Fancy Emporium and Chabra Emporium.

Some of the other shops are as follows..

  1. Dadoos Ceramic Group-7895506593
  2. Crockery Mart – 9152307189
  3. Nawal Ceramics -9152612610
  4. Bright Crockery India- 9368689332
  5. Chuni Lal and Sons- 8899224433

 

Kalka in Haryana, near Chandigarh too has couple of shops selling Khurja stuff, though the prices are relatively much higher and lesser variety. If you are around, do go have a look. The shops closest to the temple on the right hand side have the best stuff available.

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Shops at Kalka

 Khurja is definitely worth a visit. The highway running along the green sprawling fields of UP not only takes you to one of the biggest and oldest pottery hubs of India but also discloses the tales of the hard work of these lesser known artisans, contributing to the country’s economy in their own little ways! Lets empower them by directly purchasing from their small cottage industries, giving them the much deserved due!

A Beachyyy Little Fling With Kumta!

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Prettiest Sunset at Kumta Beach!

It was that  Christmas Month of December in Pune when my in laws house smelt of freshly baked plum cakes and exuded all the warm Xmas Cheer! Tee and I were making the most of this vacation ( read eating all that Pune street food and Christmas goodies). We were to plan a two day trip that involved wee bit of trekking for we’ve always loved exploring places on foot and also because how could we justify all that sinful indulgence in Vada Pavs, Dhabelis and what nott! So we planned this really offbeat trek in Maharashtra and were shit excited about it buttttt like always found something else that seemed to be kind of new and justtttt a little more attractive than the itinerary we’d made.

Tees reaction was like…’Beach Trek’?!! Why on earth would one consider the idea of hiking in a coastal town?

‘Why Not?’ I retorted! And so began stalking of random Instagrammers and bloggers who had visited the places and done the Kumta Gokarna trek! It didn’t come as a surprise to Tee though for he knew i love the ‘self Inflicted Pain Theory’ a bit too much for his liking.The trek wasn’t as offbeat as the one we had planned earlier yet it was something that we’d never done before. And so we set out on a volvo bus to Kumta, carrying just a backpack but truck loads of excitement with us!

Day 1 : Kumta

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A poor fisherman who knows the beauties of the misty mornings is much richer than a wealthy man who sleeps till noon in his palace!

10 hours later,the coconut trees dotted along the roads greeted us with the sun rising over the Aghanashini River. Fishermen boats pranced around on its still waters and i wished to tell the driver to drop me off there itself. A little later we were at the bus stop in Kumta, welcomed by this cutest little furry fellow who stretched his hand out to say Hello! Could the trip start off in any better way?!

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Welcomed to Kumta by this little furry fellow! The trip that starts with Doggo Love shall definitely turn out to be AWESOME!

Sucker for all quaint and quiet places, Tee did an excellent job in finding out The Five Mile Beach Resort, for our one day stay at Kumta. This gorgeous tent by the beach side had both the comfort and basic luxuries and at the same time gave one the camping feels for it was perched on the shimmering white sand of the Kadle Beach.

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Our home at Kumta…The tent at 5 mile beach resort at Kadle Beach…facing the ocean.

The bed faced the ocean that roared a little far away and one could listen to the humming of waves all day long. We ordered breakfast and decided to go lie down at the beach till it arrived. Fishermen were returning to their homes from an all night fishing work and many had their dogs accompanying them. Countryside struggles were quite real!

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My frame of happiness

We booked a scooter for 500 bucks for today as we wanted to drive around and explore the contours of this side of the country. The plan was to drive up to Yana ( about 30kms away from the Kumta town) and stop by at one of the fishermen villages around Aghanashini River. We raced along the pristine palms, the coastal sun charring us with all its might but we never complained for the drive around the countryside was so therapeutic. On our way to Yana Caves, we stopped at this fishermen village called Tandakuli.

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Men at work at Tandakuli village…by the Aghanashinni River!

One could see the fishermen on the middle of the river with their boats, digging the riverbed for mud. An old man stood under the comforting shade of Palms and cooked in his open kitchen. I was surprised to know that he belonged to Jharkhand and was here with many others in the village from his state for labor work. Lack of job opportunities and paucity of money displaced him and many others to a state that they now call their home. Lakshman Chaudhary might have been broken financially but he like most of the villagers I’ve come across in the country was very kind and warm and asked us to have lunch with them! I was tempted to sit back in his open kitchen and indulge in their simple feast but we had a long way to go. We took an hour and a half to reach the caves.

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Lakshman Choudhary …building his home in a state that was once alien to him!

The route offered some beautiful vistas of a coastal countryside. The villages this side of the town were spic and span and the roads hugged by forests on either sides,unusually quiet that didn’t know of traffic were flawlessly maintained. It was only towards the end of the drive, the climb up to the caves after turning left from the Mattighatta Road that the tarred road gave way to some ditches and potholes making the last part of the ride bumpy and swingy! It actually makes a good route to hike as well with fresh air of the forests along with the natures melody.

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Into the forest i go to loose my senses! The road to Yana!

YANA CAVES And VIBHUTI FALLS

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Bhaireshwara Shikhara

Yana Caves are located at the Yana Village in the Sahyadri Mountain ranges of Kumta district. The two rock outcrops known as Bhairaveshwara Shikhara (Shiva) and Mohini Shikhara (the female avatar of Vishnu) respectively are made up of black Karst Limestone. The legend has a very interesting story about how the rocks turned black after Bhasmasura who was granted a boon from Lord Shiva was burnt by his own hand. There’s a temple at the entrance of the caves. Owing to its religious significance, the pilgrims visit this place on Maha Shivratri. While this place was devoid of tourists but due to the weekend, a whole lot of students hung around that day. Small stream-lets gushed around as you descended from the second caves. One would find more locals than tourists here for the place has both geographical and religious significance.

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Mohini Shikhara!

Now if only i’d visited places like these back in the day in seventh grade, stalactites and stalagmites would have been much easier to comprehend.

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Happily getting lost in the caves!
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Monkeying around these rocky beauties!

It is said that the water that flows from these caves goes on to become VIBHUTI FALLS and later merges with Aghanashini river downstream. Vibhuti Falls is yet another scenic destination and would take an hour and a half drive from Yana Caves. Vibhuti has now found its way on popular Instagram feeds and tags but little do we all know that the north Kannada district is known as The Waterfalls Paradise with almost ten to twenty falls in a span of 30kms. I shall write about them all at the end of the post.

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My own lil oasis just when i needed it!

The Beach Trek….Starting from Kumta Beach

We decided to walk through the beaches of Kumta on the other half of the day for we had a long trek to do tomorrow as well. So the agenda for the early evening, after getting back from Yana was to cover up beaches that laid before Kadle Beach….which would be Kumta Beach…Vannalli Beach and Mangodlu beach.

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It was difficult to decide which one of them had a better sunset but the Kumta Beach offered one of the most beautiful ones I’ve ever witnessed( even in Andamans, Pondicherry or Goa). Kumta is a Muslim dominated town with most of the people being fishermen and farmers.

So the thing about Kumta beach is that when you get there, you’d find the waves all receded and the sun hiding behind this small little hillock. Climb up to that hillock right away to watch the sun drown into the ocean. It looked hugeee and the ocean breeze on the top felt soothing. The sky was a pretty pink and orange and crimson…a blend of all my favorite colors at once. A little further ahead on another small raised piece of land is a viewpoint with benches which seemed to be swamped with people who had come to see the sunset. I found our spot much more peaceful where we sat for almost an hour listening to my favorite Coldplay song….Till Kingdom Come!

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That fiery ball of fire! The picture doesnt do justice to it!

A few mins of walk from here would take you to the Vannalli Beach which is quite neat and clean and has tons of boats docked along the shore…probably one of the cleanest in Kumta. Here again one would find benches along the roadside..makes an ideal place to sit after your evening walk. Climb the hill at the end of the beach here to proceed further up to Mangodlu beach, a virgin beach cut off as compared to others. Perfect for a dip after that tiring walk. Yet another climb to a hilltop shall get you to Kadle Beach that was our home for the evening.

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Best Konkan food ever! Also Last time i had non veg!

We had the best dinner on this trip at 5th mile resort with a typical Konkan preparation. The following morning awaited some misadventures and an early morning start of the hike to Gokarna through some forest gump and hurricane trails!

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Ride Away!

Day 2…KUMTA TO GOKARNA TREK

For the first time in my life i was up and ready before Tee. This walking along the beaches and climbing the hillocks around was a good trailer for the rest of the hike. We started of around 6 am, the air had a slight nip in it and the only sound we heard from our room was of the cascading waves kissing the shore. It was still dark but we decided to leave nonetheless for the plan was to cover up as much distance as possible before the sun showed up. Beach Hopping found an all new meaning today! Never did we think of hiking through umpteen virgin as well as touristy beaches.

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Starting our hike at 6 am from Kadle Beach!

The cool breeze courtesy the ocean waves felt so comforting! Colorful boats dawned the shore, crabs crawled their way through the wet shimmering sand and the sun, struggled to rise up, changing the hues of the sky, creating all the orange magic. While we walked soaking in all this beauty around us, there was one not so pretty sight that i must mention of! This ritual seemed to be peculiar to this place for i had never witnessed it in Andamans or even Goa. A row of fishermen were often seen pooping on the beach, calculatively placing themselves in such a way that the waves do the necessary cleaning up for them! One had to be careful of not walking into them or even stepping on to the pile of not so pleasant human dung 😛

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The Tide is High but i’m holding on!

Walking on the dry sand wasn’t easy. We walked a total of about 6 kms until we reached The Nirvana Beach. We decided to stop by at one of the lodgings by the beach for our breakfast, called Nirvana Nature.This place screamed QUIRK! Bright colorful tree houses, hammocks and beach beds laid under the thick cover of trees, thatched and mud walled huts for stays and small lil ponds adorned with lotus and tiny boats! Though most of them had no ACs and one had to use common washrooms but the place exuded the warmth and magic that would instantly make you fall in love with it. We gobbled down two heavy parathas, listening to constant chattering of these young college kids on the side, a trailer of the  GOSSIP GIRL SEASON 8 😉 Not judging..all in good humor though.

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This pretty lodge at Nirvana Nature!

Nirvana was the last beach on this stretch and one now had to start climbing the Nirvana Cliff, a small hillock again which flaunts these old fort ruins of Kagal Fort. A road down below ran parallel to the hillock and is a shorter and easier route to the River Jetty. But the trails always seemed more tempting and so we stuck around the road less taken for how could we avoid the adventure that awaited us( read taking wrong trails)

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After crossing the turn for Heaven Beach!

After climbing quite some distance, a trail descended down on right towards The Heaven Beach. We decided to carry on straight for the map we followed showed no route from Heaven beach to the Aghanashini River Jetty. Dense bushes guarded the trail from either sides but there were no tall trees to give us a respite from the sun. One could now see the river on the left and Gokarna on its other side. Then why were we going towards right. Not just going…climbing!

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Aghannashinni river jetty on the left…while getting lost on the hike!

We decided to get down and go in the direction of the river until we reached this stone boundary wall that was being built there. The sun was fierce by now and i was bathing in my own sweat! I told Tee to go find out the trail ahead for i needed a break from the sun! I crashed under a tree, lying down on the mud, listening to the birds chirping and just nothingness around. The silence was often interrupted by the sound of the jetty somewhere in the distance. It seemed so close yet we couldn’t find a trail that went down towards it. Tee came back asking me to follow him in the same direction. He had apparently found out the trail which was actually a washed out piece of land that eventually disappeared into a steep downfall!

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Taking wrong trails that were washed out by rains! Phew!

Gosh! This meant we were to climb up to the patch where i laid down, all over again! If only i could murder this boy! All the blogs instructed to go to Heaven beach but my stubborn husband wanted to explore. And so we decided to take the first route instead where we went in the opposite direction of the river.After reaching the hill top one could now see a narrow trail going down towards a construction site where a cow was tied outside in the verandah of the house that was being constructed. Sooner we reached the road that lead to the village with the jetty! Phew!

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finally closing towards The Jetty! The spic and span Konkan Villages

The jetty can even take your two wheelers along. We paid all of 20 bucks each to get on the other side…The side we’d call home for the following two days…GOKARNA!! TO BE CONTD….

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Air Land Or Sea…The transportation in India is always so jampacked!

Things to do in Kumta

1. Beach Hopping….Already given the various beaches on the post. My favorite sunset point would be Kumta Beach.

2. Ride up to Yana Caves and Vibhuti Falls…beautiful countryside roads…Details given in the post.

3. Check out the Mirjan Fort and its ruins. Just 12 kms from the Kumta Town.

4, Keladi and Ikkeri…If you have enough time on your hands and are a history buff, check out these two towns for all the historical temples and museum charm it offers.

5. Some falls around Kumta are….Muregar Falls, Vibhuti Falls, Bennehole Falls, Unchalli Falls, Shivganga Falls etc.

 

That Day In Tirthan!

While talking to Soni, a resident of the village Baandal, i learnt that Tirthan ( that she called Tirth) is far behind the lofty mountains as she pointed across towards the dark cloud kissed magnificent snowy peaks! A tad bit confused, i asked her, aren’t we in Tirthan… I mean isn’t this village in Tirthan to which she replied “ Ye Tirth ke aas pass ka ilaaka hai, asli Tirthan toh wahaan hai, baraf waale pahaadon mein”! ( We are just the neighbors!)

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Villages of Tirthan…
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Himachal is slowly becoming ‘My Bhutan’

So Well! I’m still not sure which all places constitute the Valley but going by all the blog posts on Tirthan and since Wiki Links doesn’t share much about the valley, i shall claim to have done a tinyyy bit of Tirthan! The valley, located in the Kullu district, gets its name from the river Tirthan that winds on all the way from the glacial springs of Hanskund Peak in the Great Himalayan National Park that further lies in parts of Parvati, Sainj and Tirthan Valley.

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The crystal clear waters of Tirthan River

After spending a day and a half at Jibhi, we decided to stay put at Banjaar and explore Tirthan. A point to note here would be, Banjaar is a crowded town with not much to see but falls mid way between Jibhi and Tirthan. So if you don’t have enough time on your hands like us( read only a day or two to wander around), you might as well book a stay in Tirthan, preferably at Gushaini or Nagini or even high up at Sarchi! Most of the villages in the valley no matter how remotely located they are have home stays readily available . Its raining resorts and camps in the Valley, a sight not so pleasant yet that works well for the local hardworking villagers but if only they along with the responsible tourists don’t let it affect the surroundings!

Well so after dumping our bags at The Blue Sheep BnB at Banjaar, we decided to drive up to Gushaini. It was late afternoon already and even though we wanted to hike around, the weather with dark gloomy clouds didn’t really approve of our plans. The drive up to Gushaini was breathtaking. The narrow road, traversed along the Tirthan river that gushed with icy cold pure blue water. Tiny villages dotted the mountains around and the clouds played hide and seek in the backdrop. While a drive up to Pekhri and further up to Rangthar seemed tempting, but we decided to just sit by the river and let the dogs swim around near Pali.. Back in Bhutan, Dasher and Haachu lived an unleashed life, going for their daily dips in the river Haachu, and this was a perfect chance for them to revisit those blissful bygone happy times they spent (two years) in the lap of the Himalayas!

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Dasher and Haachus own river pool!

Later that evening we played with Oreo( the blue sheep pet) and shared some mountain stories with Leena over a drink for she too was spending the weekend at Blue Sheep! While talking we realized, that though i spent two years in the Himalayas in a foreign land and she in our own Himachal, but the stories revolved around the same warmth shown both by the natives and the mountains of course 🙂

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Momo..our new friend at Blue Sheep Tirthan Stay

Bandal

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The famous Durga Temple At Baandal

You can never go wrong by listening to your friend from the mountains. I was told by Rajeshwar to go explore the Sarchi Village but what laid before hitting Sarchi was a pleasant surprise gift that Tirthan gifted us that morning. The idyllic temple that looked Kinnauri in architect, caught our eye instantly and we decided to visit the village that flaunted it. Bandal stood all proud, perched on a hilltop with undisturbed views of the gigantic peaks half clothed in clouds in GNHP. A narrow trail along the apple orchards, took us to the center of the hamlet where this intricately carved temple, The Gara Durga Temple, made of wooden and stone slabs, shone all bright in pinks and greens!

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The trail leading to Bnadal along the apple orchards

Unfortunately the temple was closed but the best part of the visit was yet to come. Bonding with the villagers! Yayy! Its funny how the anti social me gets all pumped up about meeting new folks and spending time with them in the mountain villages. And no matter how Cliche and absurd it might sound, but i do feel like belong here. Having said that i don’t deny how ruthlessly tough the life in these villages is and i don’t have half the might and strength the locals do, but deep down inside, probably after spending those two years in Haa Valley Bhutan, the rugged dirty unpaved roads feel more like home than those brightly lit manicured ones in the city! Like i always say…,Things The Mountains Do To You!

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A zoomed in view of the temple As clicked from a villagers house

While walking around the village, we befriended these kids who took us around, showing us who lived where, disclosing their funny pet names they gave to each other, taking us to their apple orchards, narrating some amusing folklore, discussing their geography chapters and dramatically cautioning us to be safe while hiking around for they lost some villagers in the forest doing the same! I still remember how dramatically, this kid on being asked about the trek to a waterfall closeby told us with his animated expressions “ Hamare gaon ke ek aadmi khai me gir gaya aur uski body bhi nahi mili…raasta bahut patla hai..wahaan mat jaana”!  While this other one talked about his favorite subject ‘Bhugol” Geography in Hindi where he learnt that these mountains they lived in was ocean once! Geography being my favorite, i further elaborated the factors that caused the same! Uff! Once a Teacher…Always a Teacher!

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Befriending the natives!

A little later while wandering down this dim lit alley, i found a girl hanging by her wooden veranda, smiling, as though she’d want me to come say Hi to her! Her house was a simple wooden one made of Deodar, a traditional wide window framed with a huge outside porch. I climbed up to her main door that lead to the airy well lit sit out with astonishing views as far as one could see. One could even see the temple top clearly and the other bright walled houses around. The shoes were impeccably kept outside on the wooden bench next to the door, signalling me to take my shoes off before i entered. A vibrant orange tree adorned the entrance that was loaded with fruits. A young girl swept the floor, approaching towards the door. I asked her if it were okay to come visit her simple yet beautiful abode. She like most of the villagers I’ve come across was happy to have me there.

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This Pretty Abode!

That little girl who hung by the window sill, was this one’s daughter! Another toddler pranced around…her second child! I asked her how old she was….She was barely 21, with kids as old as 6 and 3! A gentle warmhearted soul, she offered me tea and told me to be comfortable! She then showed me the valley from her window, marking territories with her fingers, telling me how the mountains across were the real Tirth! She knew her land remarkably well! I asked her if i could click her and she readily agreed to pose along with her kids. I could see she was elated like any other girl on being asked to click. Later i showed her the pictures and asked her if i could transfer it to her but sigh, the young lass didn’t have a smartphone! May be Id visit her again next time and give her a hard copy of it!

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The Young Lass with her kids!!

Later while leaving for Sarchi, on getting to know that we had two furry tails accompanying us in the car, the kids were excited to tag along till the parking to say Hi to them. And just how we befriend village Doggos every time on our trips, my city dogs too earned some pals this time. After playing a bit with kids, Dasher as seen in the picture was sad to say Goodbye to them!

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Goodbyes are always tough!

Sarchi ( 15kms from Gushaini)

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Sarchi Village!

While Bandal had already created some magic for the starters, the lonely road ahead to Sarchi Village along with Prateek Kuhaad singing on the car stereo anddd the clouds coming down with flurries only made the drive even more memorable. The little bit of snowy peaks that one could see sometime back now were engulfed with clouds and as we went higher, the valley looked more and more surreal. A km short of Sarchi, i told Tee to drop me off for i wanted to walk in the snow flurries, watching the clouds drift by. Colorful wooden paneled houses were now visible with the peaks of Great Himalayan National Park in the backdrop and terrace fields of Corn and Ganja adorned the way. It all looked like one of those wallpapers i saw for the first time on the computers back when we were kids in the 90s. No one could believe then that such places really did exist!

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Terrace Fields and the lofty mountains in the backdrop!

The kids with bright red burnt cheeks ran around, giggling and counting numbers in Hindi. We decided to have Chai in one of the Tea Shops and the mandatory Maggie in the mountains. While sitting in the tea shop, a bunch of guys were moving into the home stay. Curious to find out about the rates in this far flung village i asked one of the guys how much they’re paying for the day. 4 of them paid around 1500 for a day..group traveling is always so economical!

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These lil red cheeked munchkins!

At the center of the village, rested a medieval time temple, dedicated to the local deity called Jagdamba Rishi. The temple is made out of wood and has a massive tree trunk in the center which is replaced every year by the villagers on the annual religious occasion.

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The Ancient Temple of Sarchi!

Meanwhile two Pawiies came along with us, scouring around the village, taking us through the by lanes with steel and aluminium pots adorning the porches and piles of hay lining the fields. Everyone here seemed to live in harmony!  I simply sat on one of the farms with Tee and other two dogs, reveling in the beautiful silence and the songs of the mountains that i just made up in my head….

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Walking Down the village alleys with Brownie!

 

The snow flurries kissed my skin

This never-land i was in

Echoed of innocent children’s laughs

Wrinkled faces hidden in their scarfs

Where my bones hurt but my heart just smiled

I ran around like this wildest child

Chasing the clouds that danced along

Together we moved to the mountains song!

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While we sat here at this patch staring at those giants..This guy gave me company all along..

What to See/Do around Bandal and Sarchi

  1. Lambri Top…Sarchi serves as a base for the hike up to Lambri Top. An hour up from Sarchi lies the quaint cut off village of Jamala
  2. Explore and hike up to the villages of Talinga and Shalinga close to Gushaini
  3. Hike up to the much famous Chhoie Waterfall
  4. Trek Up to Bashelo Pass.. a total of 20kms that can be done in two days with camping around the mountains.
  5. Trek up to Rangthar Top… Trail starts from Pekhri Village. Rangthar lies in the eco zone of GHNP but the permit is not required.

Oh My Jibhi!!

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DAY 1

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Punjab Roads!

Whizzing under the azure blue sky on the highway, CCR hummed The Cotton Fields in my ears while the Punjab roads flaunted their archaic mustard fields along the highway! A dozen cows turning out to be more effective than the concrete speed breakers and the village boys huddled in their thick woolen shawls with elephantine milk tumblers hanging by their bikes, raced along our car! The end of December chill made the morning sun feel so damn good and my two furry sons in the backseat seemed to enjoy it the most for they hung their necks outside the window, flapping their ears and wagging their tails! And why wouldn’t they wag! We were home bound! We were on our way to the mountains momma!

This year had been all about road trips to Himachal and her valleys. After Fagu, Narkanda, Sangla, Chitkul, Spiti and Kangra, it was time to explore a little bit of Tirthan. Yes..little as we could spare only three days but spent that time exactly how we wanted in the therapeutic lap of nature.

Having read about the verdant valley of Tirthan with endless pines, gushing river and streams, sparkling waterfalls, exhilarating hikes and winding trails, it seemed like a perfect getaway for us with our Doggos! Could i find a better way to start the new year! Of Course Not!

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homecoming

A six hours drive (that became 8 to 9 hrs courtesy a bad jam just before hitting Aut) through ever changing landscapes lead us to Jibhi! Having wasted almost 2 to 3 hours being stuck in a jam, which also displayed some impudent behavior of a bunch of travelers driving on the same highway. These four guys from Delhi who clearly seemed to be drunk,threw plastic bottles out of their car while waiting in the never ending Que in the jam, smoked publicly clicking pictures of themselves while stripping their shirts out! Yikes! Such an eyesore! Moreover i was annoyed to see how unabashedly they created all the ruckus, on this land they traveled to for fun or vacation! Wonder what the mountains and river must think of us humans!

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Mystical Larji

We reached Larji (a hydel power project on the Beas) only by the sunset hour and boy it looked surreal! I was so exhausted by the journey especially by the endless wait at the jam, and only hoped that the BnB we had booked turned out to be nice though i really hadn’t expected much for the options available in pet friendly stays are mostly scanty and doesn’t meet your needs every time! But Leenas Place took me by surprise! It was by far the best stay ever in Himachal! A hugeee wooden room with a beautiful veranda and a balcony with astounding views anddd the thing i’m the most finicky about when not backpacking…yep the washroom! It had boiling hot running water 24.7 and a flawlessly clean space! We had a quick early meal for two treks awaited us the following morning ( trust the boys to give you some serious fitness goals!

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The oh so cosy Leenas Place!

DAY 2

If there’s any place on earth where i’d stick to my new year resolution of waking up early morning, it’s got to be here in the mountains! No matter how insanely cold or how knackered i would be, the body doesn’t need an alarm here! And well in our case the two furry balls make sure anyway that we’d be up before anyone else on the planet to take them out! And so our day started at 6! It was still quiet dark and freezing cold outside! While lazing around in the bed, sipping on our black coffee, the huge glass windows let the faint sunlight seep in! The sun crawled up on our side of the valley but i couldn’t help envying the mountain on the other side of the river for it basked in the morning sunlight and those houses that stood the highest beamed haughtily! Well! ‘Never mind’, i heard the river murmur! ‘You get to see me up-close!’

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Our Boys… Dasher and Haachu chilling in the balcony

We had to leave by 8 for Jalori Pass to start our short trek. While getting ready, i happened to trip over Dasher( my brown Labrador) who was camouflaging with the brown carpet like a boss! My knees bruised and palms all scratched were just the starters for an adventure that we can’t seem to do without on all our trips to the mountains ;P especially Himachal!  Lata ( the caretaker) was sweet enough to give in to my request of making Siddu for breakfast. I wanted Tee to taste it this time and like always he didn’t like what i like! Hmph! Talk about opposites attract :/

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Dasher clearly cant get enough of those views!

The sumo trudged on the narrow road that ran along the Jibhi Naala! As we got farther from the town, the hustling river bickered only louder and the number of houses dropped along with the temperature. I with Tee, Dasher n Haachu, stared out of the car window, in awe of those Himalayas, clothed in white in a winter shawl, under a clear blue sunny sky! Giving in to my urge of getting out at Shoja to click some landscape pictures, we took a short pit stop!

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The Sleepy Hamlet of Shoja!

The hamlet boasts of a few houses perched on terrace fields,their doors and windows opening up to wondrous views of the magnificent Himalayan ranges. Shoja also has a couple of home-stays and lodgings and looks like a perfect getaway from the now touristy Jibhi. A few minutes later, driving through steep snow kissed roads we landed at Jalori Pass, a high mountain pass at an elevation of 10800 ft amsl, that connects Shimla district to Tirthan. Owing to its not so high altitude, its open mostly all around the year. The Pass also has two or three Chai shops with some snacks to eat.

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Jalori Pass! Catching Tee catching the birds!
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Dasher and Tee while me and Haachu trail behind!

We decided to trek up to Raghupur fort first since this was shorter as compared to Serolsar Lake. (3.5km as compared to 6 kms) After asking the driver and a local tea shop for directions all four of us started our hike up to Raghupur, just like old times in Bhutan. It was after ages that Dasher and Haachu ran around unleashed chasing birds, rolling over the Himalayan meadows, taking a million detours yet leading us on trails like Sherpas. Being early morning, we found ourselves to be the only ones trekking up to Raghupur. After half a km of down slope on the main road, we hit the serene jungle trail. The trees swayed and the winds hummed to the tunes of nature. The dense forest cover occasionally gave way to open spaces in between giving us views like never before. ‘How incredible must it be on the top’ i thought to myself. About 40 mins later, we hit this patch of ice which was an up climb. While the boys moved forward, i took baby steps here for it was horribly slippery and my trekking pole could not dig in. Dasher and Haachu turned around to give me a look “ oh come on woman…hurry up..stop walking like an oldie..we’re missing out on a countless smells’!

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My Main

As pretty as the snow might look, it does have a villainous side to it as well 😛 After crossing the patch we figured the trail ahead was going down throughout! Ummm have we faltered again…While Tee and I kept playing the blame game during one of the beach treks we did in Gokarna this vacation, i couldn’t get myself to do that here! It was way too cold to fight with the husband 😛 and the boys followed him everywhere ( i would have been singled out by my male chauvinistic family :p ). We realized the trek was about climbing up. If after 45 mins were still going down that means were up to no good. Tee and I decided to head back half way and find a trail that’s going up. And i’m glad we did. Another half an hour later we were on top. A meadow stretched out across and a gradual climb lead to the fort ruins. Raghupur is situated in such a strategical way that it gives you 360 degree panoramic views of the Dhauladhars and the Himalayas as well. A maze of blue mountains criss crossing  each other stood their engulfed in haze and shining under the bright winter sun. It looked unreal. I wanted to count the number of ridge lines but they disappeared into each others beings. I scribbled these lines in my head…

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That MountainSCape!

Those contours so inaccurately i drew long ago as a kid

Standing on that rock, rewinding i mow open the lid

I had only sketched them in my drawing book

Along with a sun and house with a rickety fence and a flowing brook

So one day i climbed to see what laid beyond

Only to find plenty more like they all shared a bond

Looks like i drew them wrong all this while

If only i could reach that shelf with my drawing file!

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Dhauladhars

While the other side one could see the magnificent Dhauladhars, stretching out till infinity! Haachu ran along the fort ruins and Dasher followed Tee. A small stone chortan stood beside looking down at the valley. It took me back to those countless hikes i did in Bhutan. I remembered how my guides there told me to offer anything from leaves or flowers on the chortan and so i added another stone to the chortan, leaving my mark behind. I couldn’t thank Raghupur enough for all the magical moments.. Especially the ones our boys had, rolling in the snow, running around with no constraints like there were no tomorrow! While on our way back to Jalori we met a couple of warm villagers who were walking down to their village. On asking the lady about her village, she told me to tag along with her. I told her we were off to Serolsar now and i learnt that the wrong trail we took actually goes down to their village called Naati! I wish i had some more time on hands for i was so tempted to give her company to her hamlet! Sigh!

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Serolsar Lake

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Trail to Serolsar! Easiest Hike Ever!

Though Dasher and Haachu were far more charged than us, we decided to leave them behind in the car for unlike Raghupur, the track to Serolsar looked busy. Being the new years eve There were quite a few people hiking up to the lake that day which kind of put me off. But then again, i too was a part of the mob right! About 5 kms from the Jalori Pass and situated at a height of  3199 metres, is the lake surrounded by the thick alpine forests. The broad kaccha track gradually narrowed down to a hiking trail, hugged by pine trees creating a cool shaded ambiance throughout! The trek is real easy and not trying to flaunt here but we took 55 mins to hike one way while we were told minimum 2 hrs! And that actually has to do a lot with the fact that i did it with the husband who wanted to race up and back without taking frequent stops and revel in the beauty around! Argghhh! But then again i wasn’t really complaining, even after doing another trek just before this for the boys were waiting in the car and the guilty parents didn’t like them waiting tor us too long! Also because the trail was crowded and it was unlike the other hiking experiences we’ve had before, the kinds i don’t prefer! There were some trekkers playing loud music on their speakers, yelling around ‘ Dilli Waalo Apna Josh Dikhaon’! And dancing around and i know there’s nothing wrong in any of these doings but i somehow believe in respecting the place and doing right things at right places! I’m sure there are ample of places where one could yell around and listen to blaring music and dance around! Why turn the mountains and forests into an open club or lounge! ( call me old, i don’t care ;/)

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Frozen!

After doing that marathon with the husband, i decided to lie down after reaching the lake while he wandered around the lake clicking pictures of the landscape and of some girls who asked him to click them and who apparently called him uncle ( reality check 😛 ) We had rajma chaawal in one of the shacks on our way back on the trail, ( i picked out rajma and left the rice)

The Folklore about Serolsar

There’s a temple of Budhi Nagin ( Snake goddess) next to the lake. It is said that the lake is very deep and the Nagin lived in a golden palace at the bottom of the lake. One day a Brahman from the Shoja village drowned himself and Budhi Nagin saved him, allowing him to stay in her palace for three years. Three years later on return to his village, he was repeatedly asked where he’d been to which he reluctantly revealed the true story. He died there and then and any of his descendants when tried going to the lake, either met with accidents or perished eventually. This family has a house in Shoja.

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Budhi Nagin Temple.

There are options of staying available around Serolsar. One can even take tents for camping as there’s a meadow half way on the right while going towards the lake. Though it would be rude to call the lake average for I’ve done treks to some gorgeous lakes before both in India and Bhutan but for a good day trek it does fit the bill!

On our way back home, we gave a lift to three hitchhikers from Delhi. They came to Tirthan for just two days yet saw pretty much a lot of places. I like how even from their hectic schedules, they managed to take out time to travel to places like these. And even while their way of traveling and the places they covered were off my interest radar, but i instantly developed a liking for them for they traveled to many places in Himachal and Uttarakhand utilizing their weekends and whatever offs they had.

That night, while the world partied, welcoming 2019, the four of us snuggled in our blankets, sipping on some gin in our hip flasks, letting Kenny Sebastian humor us and later sleeping on  the quietest yet the most fulfilling 31st Dec!

DAY 3 in Jibhi

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MY Cuppa and that View!

We were moving to Banjaar today ( closer to Tirthan). But before that i had to tick off one thing off my list in Jibhi. Sitting by my huggeee bedroom glass window, i couldn’t help but stare at this green window framed house across the roaring river, hugged by apple orchards on all sides. A tiny bridge connected our side of the valley to this village called Tandi that looked somewhat unaffected by the hustling touristy town of Jibhi!

A few minutes later, giving in to my curiosity, i shed off my fancy beret and boots and quickly got into my hiking shoes. 40 mins later, i was at this green window house with two old ladies entering the porch just when i got in as though they knew i were coming to call them on.

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The Green Window House in Tandi!

I happened to ask them if they were sisters, and pat came the reply from the older one telling, she’s the other ones mother in law. She had a haughty yet an innocent smile on her face that later turned out to be just another reason to fall in love with her.

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My new mountain friends!

After telling them about my whereabouts they asked me to sit and have Chai with them. I told the old lady that i don’t take tea. She was like ‘ Sharaab Peeti Ho Kya”?

Conscious of being judged as ‘bigdi hui ladki’ (spoilt girl), i told her ‘of course not’!

To which she retorted, “pahaado mein toh peena zaruri hai, thand nahi lagti kya”?

So here i was talking to this 80 years old woman who never went to school, carrying off that septum piercing with all her grace and asking me to drink with her in this unheard village of Himachal. And i for a second was trying to be someone else but she all this while, at the fag end of her life, was as real as she could be!

She later talked about how their place evolved with just two houses in the village to this entire touristy settlement and how Jibhi metamorphosed into yet another crowded tourist destination in Himachal.. I couldn’t stop imagining the valley sans the concrete spam and the grandma then!

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The farms around the house
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These Two hae

On being asked to pose, she instantly took the scarf off her face and tried standing straight for a bit. And once again, in the middle of nowhere, a random wrinkled face, pulled me out of my thinking norm in ways i had never imagined! Things that mountains do to you!!

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The Touristy Falls at Jibhi!

 

TRAVEL INFO ON JIBHI

  1. One can drive up to Jibhi from Chandigarh/ Delhi either via Mandi Route or Via Shimla ( through Jalori Pass). The Mandi route is better though. its a total of 250 kms taking about 6 to 7 hours. We drove through Hamirpur …Mandi…before Aut Tunnel, take a right towards Tirthan…its about another 30 kms from here. Buses go till Aut. Hereafter one needs to catch a local bus or cab.
  2.  Jibhi, Tirthan, Shoja, all these places have ample of home stays and lodges. fret not if you haven’t booked your stay before doing an impromptu trip. Accommodations there are readily available.
  3. Trekking, Angling and other outdoor activities is the best way to utilize time here.
  4. Things to see here : Sharingi Bagi Temple, Chaini Fort Trek, Serolsar Lake and Raghupur Trek from Jalori, Dak Runners Trail Trek, Village Hopping, Jibhi Waterfall

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A Travel Guide To Bhutan: The Last Shangri La!

This post has been long overdue. It’s been a year and a half since we moved out of the Thunder Dragon Land and honestly I haven’t ever been so smitten by any other place! It probably has to do a lot with the amount of time I spent there ( 2 blissful years) especially in Haa Valley for i’d never lived in a place so laid back, quaint and self satisfied before! And then it also stays close to my heart for her natives are just so very warm and embrace you like you were a part of their own tribe.Some places have left an indelible mark and for all the love my heart contains, i’d like you to see and know why should one visit this incredible Land…This land of Lamas, of daunting Himalayan Mountains and verdant enchanting valleys. Trying my hands on making you a Travel Guide that would help you in making your trip complete and memorable!

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Bhutan has so many names..The Land of Drukyul, The Land of Thunder Dragon, The land with the highest GHP ( gross happiness index), The only country that’s carbon negative and so many other names! Yet It lives up to each one of them!!

Of Faith and Mountains…..a trek up from Chelela Pass!

To start with, you should have 10 days at-least to do justice to your vacation.But i understand the leave crisis we all experience at our workplaces and therefore shall give you a list of touristy things or places to visit while the non touristy things as well. You could incorporate it in your itinerary according to your interests and time available.

I shall make an eight days Itinerary with:

2 Days : Haa Valley

2 Days : Thimphu City

1 Day: Punakha Valley

1 Day: Phobjikha Valley

2 Days: Paro Valley

If you have even more days with you, try doing Bumthang ( the Switzerland of Bhutan) and Laya and Gasa too! I couldn’t cover these places but do intend to go back someday!

You’re welcome to change it according to your interests in the places after reading the blog.

For the starters here’s some important info you should know before planning your trip

  1. Bhutan currency is known as Ngultrum which has an equivalent exchange rate with the Indian Rupee. But the best part is the Indian Rupee works very well in Bhutan so one doesn’t need to get into the currency exchange business.
  2. One can travel to Bhutan by air as well as road. Both have their own charm but the road trip obviously needs more time.
  3. Road Trip: One can catch a flight till Bagdogra and hire a cab or drive up in your own car. The immigration is done at Phuntsholing ( the border town on Bhutan side next to Jaigaon in India). A thing to note here would be that the immigration office is closed on the weekends and their national holidays so plan your trip accordingly. Other route is from Assam, the border town known as Samdrup Jongkhar.
  4. The entry permit released on arrival is legitimate for Thimphu, Paro and Phuentsholing only. Travelers desirous of going to other towns need to obtain a route permit from the immigration office at Thimphu on any weekday.
  5. You do not need a Visa to travel to Bhutan. A passport or a voter id card is good enough.
  6. On reaching, one can buy the local sim cards Tashicell or B Mobile.
  7. There are two flights that operate from India. Druk Air and Tashi Airlines from Delhi, Calcutta and Bombay,Bagdogra and Guwahati.
The magnificent Mt Everest as seen from the plane’s window!

A lot of people ask me the ideal time to visit Bhutan. It all depends on what you want to see. For greenery and waterfalls around, one could plan a visit in summer and monsoons while for the winter snow charm, December to first week April is a good time.

Keep a lookout for Mt Everest on your left side while traveling to Bhutan and on your right when heading back to India.

If you plan to go for long hikes, do carry Diamox with you. Also like any other mountain place, the weather here is pretty erratic, so don’t forget to pack your umbrellas and down jackets.

Try local cuisines while you’re there. My favorite is Ema Datshi, a dish made out of local cheese and chillies.

One can use the local greetings while venturing out in villages and towns. KUZUZAMPOLA means Hello. KADRINCHEY means Thank You.. TASHI DELEK means Good Luck.

Haa Valley( 2 Days)

The Enchanting Haa Valley

Well I had to start with my favorite!! Haa is a hidden Himalayan Jewel in Western Bhutan.Out of 20 dzongkhags or districts in Bhutan, Haa is the second least populated after Gasa. Another name for Haa is Hidden Land Rice Valley! The river Haachu flows through the valley , stemming from the magnificent Mt Jumolhari ( the second highest peak of Bhutan). If you’re looking for a quiet peaceful getaway or interesting adventures in an off beat land, this place is your haven.

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Mt Jumolhari as seen from one of the treks in Chelela…the second highest peak in Bhutan!

Touristy Things

Lhakhang Karpo and Lhakhang Nagpo..also known as the white temple and black temple respectively. This is where the famous Haa Tshechu festival is annually conducted with mask dance and many other activities. Do enquire about the fabled white and black pigeons from the lamas there.

Lakhang Karpo…The White Temple!

Takchu Gompa… One of the prominent Gompas of Haa, it has been reconstructed after the devastating earthquake in 2009. One can either enjoy a hike up to this place from Dumcho Village or a bike ride on the unpaved track is a good idea too!

Damthang .. The last border village up to which tourists are permitted. Famous for its vast meadows and gushing stream-lets. One cannot cross the Royal Bhutan Army Post, this being the last point at Damthang.

One of the many wooden sheds in Damthang

Haa Dzong… The erstwhile seat of Bhutanese administration which now houses the Indian Military Training Team, situated along the Haachu river is a must visit. Do check out the Imtrat Souvenir Shop for reasonably quoted brass items and other things.

Haa Market… Shop for chinese brocade and local fabrics.

Non Touristy Things

Village Explorings

I’ve had countless Alice in Wonderland Moments in my Haa Valley. The idea in this part of the country should be to just lie down and unwind, for every village here offers you bright green meadows with ever constant Haachu river brimming by.Following are some villages that one could walk down to or hike up to, explore all you can while you’re there.

Cycle Rides in my favorite village Paeso
Countless streams…This one at the Bhagena Village!

Dumcho, Paeso, Bhagena and Gurena are some of the villages that are situated down below in the valley itself in and around the dzong. These hamlets boast of endless streams, authentic bhutanese homes including some homestays that offer a hot stone bath and delectable bhutanese dishes. I explored all of them and many more in and out on my own asking villagers around. Why am mentioning this is so that you don’t hesitate venturing out solo! Locals there are very warm and helpful.

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Hiking in Sankhri Village!
A trek up to Chuzokha Village in March!

While Sankhri, Pajekha and Chuzokha are villages on top of the mountains with neon green paddy fields and astounding views of the valley down below. Honestly though Punakha is known for its paddies but villages like Sankhri give you some incredible views just before the harvest time!

Day Picnics with Friends n Family

Honestly every bend and corner in Haa makes a perfect picnic spot but here are some of my favorites

The Suspension Bridge of Yamthang..

Yamthang Meadows….On your way to Damthang, there’s a small village called Yamthang. A huge green meadow lays beside this Bhutanese school called Chundu Central School. The meadow boasts of hosting a yearly religious festival called the Chundu Soekha. One can find a huge tall prominent tree there on the ground which has a huge religuous significance amongst the locals. If you go further down the meadow, you hit a big iron suspension bridge hanging over the Haachu river. Every spot here is inviting so plan a picnic this side for sure. Please do not litter.

Fav spot at Gurena

The Meri Puensum Trail View Point: A short hike up from Haa on to the Chalela Road, you’d find this board displaying the same. A narrow trail about a km long leads one to the Birds Eye View of the Haa Valley. They even have a proper cemented sit out.

My personal favorite is this meadow patch by the river in Gurena Village. Right after crossing the wooden bridge on the entrance to the village, one takes a right turn and walk towards the river. I always took all my dear ones there while they visited bhutan.

Treks to High Altitude Hidden Gems

Bhutan is a land blessed with numerous lakes, So many of them are in Haa itself. And a good long trek to these make a perfect adventure activity.

The Tartan Lake ….Nubtshonapata!

Nubt Sonapata Lake… If you have enough time in Haa, i’d totally recommend this trek! Spectacular views of the Himalayan ranges, living with yak herders, witnessing different landscapes, crossing three mountain passes and a glimpse of Kanchanjunga as well along ofcourse with this gorgeous tartan lake!! Time required is minimum 3 days. I shall give you my guides contact details towards the end of the post for this particular trek cannot be done without help.

Views enroute Tahlela Lake…

Lake Tahlela..A day long trek to a small hidden lake in the mountains. The hike starts from Dana Dinkha gompa and one is again advised to do it with a locals help[. I had requested the Head Lama of the monastery for help and he sent his students along with us paying them some amount.

The Meri Puensum Trek ( The Three Mountains) A trek across the three brother mountains of Haa Valley who are regarded as the deities and protectors of the valley, makes a good day hike again gifting one with spectacular views of the valley as well as the Himalayan ranges. The trek starts from the Paeso Village near Dumcho.

Meri Puensum Trek

A bike ride up to Tagola Pass is worth a try if you’re a biking enthusiast. While the road up to Chalela is well paved, the track up to Tagola is every off roading bikers dream.

One of the three passes enroute Nubtshonapata!

Easy Day Hikes to Some Beautiful Hidden Gompas on Hill Top

Dana Dinkha Gompa: A beautiful gompa perched on a hill top with a 360 degree view of the Yamthang n Damthang side. Apart from housing some lamas, the gompa also has two nuns living in retreat. This place is also the starting point for the trek to Tahlela Lake. The hike up tp the gompa starts from the Ingo Village.

Dana Denkha Gompa…one of the oldest!

Kachu And Junedra Gompa.. Both the gompas are situated on the hilltop in the heart of Haa town in a village called Kachu behind the Bali BHU hospital. Junedra is my personal favorite for it hangs on a cliff top, in the middle of absolute wilderness with enchanting pines and endless roaring streams. This particular gompa also boasts of having Guru Rimpocheys footprints.

The Crystal Cliff Temple…A hike up to this Mini Tigers Nest is an absolute refreshing date with the nature. The trek starts from Dumcho Village. Do not miss this out.

Chuzokha Gompa… this one holds a special place in my heart for a hike up to this gompa was my first ever hike in snowfall and almost 2 feet deep snow! It’s absolutely cut off and is run by an old lady and her husband. The hike up to this village and gompa starts from a village called Gurena that comes after the very prominent Kanha village.

While hiking up to Junedra Gompa

Visiting Local Home stays

I shall attach a list of local home stays, where in some of them even offer day visits to their kitchens for classes on making honteys(a local momo dish made of buckwheat) , yak cheese, refreshing hot stone bath facilities and many other interesting activities.

Festivals of Haa Valley

Haa Summer Festival… a lively uplifting celebration of traditional living culture, nomadic lifestyles, sports, cuisines etc. Its organised by the Tourism Council of Bhutan. Dates for this year are July 13 2019 to July 14 2019. Organised at the Town Festival Ground.

The Cham dance at Lhakhang Karpo during Tshechu !

Haa Tshechu…A Buddhist festival organised at the Lhakhang Karpo. Involves many traditional dances and activities including the famous mask dance.

One of the many gambling stalls in Haa Mela!

Haa Mela…organised by the IMTRAT in the month of October where many schools in the valley display their talents. Various food, games, clothes, souvenirs stalls are put by the locals.

Here’s a list of home stays in Haa

          

Haa also has two resorts..

  • Heritage Resort in Damthang
  • Risum Resort near Haa Market

I was lucky to get to know Kencho Pema and Ugyen. All of them are certified guides and charge nominal rates. They were the warmest and took care of me when i was unwell during hikes like i were a part of their own family. Giving you their contact details in case you need help with treks or sight seeing

  1. Kencho +97517868554
  2. Pema     +97517638362
  3. Ugyen   +97577363712

A special thanks to Kencho and Tsering Choden who are always there to help me out with all the whereabouts of Bhutan. These two are my very own Bhutan Encyclopedia! Do follow them on Instagram for beautiful updates from the dragon land!

An itinerary for Thimphu and Paro shall soon follow up!

TALAI : The Mystic Hermit of the Mountains!

You chance upon some places due to sheer serendipity. And that’s how Fagu happened to me! ( wowiee that even rhymes eh!)

I was meeting Ravjot after 16 long years. The last we were together was in 11th grade, back in 2002 in Army School Ratnuchak (Jammu). Her moving out to UK never made it easy to catch up, nonetheless we were on and off in touch on video calls and whatsapp. This time around she was visiting Chandigarh and both of us looked forward to  the reunion. She asked me to plan a two day itinerary for us and obviously I had to involve those enormous giants, around whom, off late all my vacations revolved around…THE MYSTICAL MOUNTAINS!

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Endless mountainscapes in Fagu!

I love Chandigarh for its proximity to the hills. Though the nearest hill station apart from Dharampur was Simla but having lived there for a couple of months before, I knew how insanely touristy and commercialized this town had become. The urge was to break away from the crowd madness and so the search for places began. Places that had least number of tags on Instagram..Purely offbeat, in today’s socially connected world!

I love instagram for I found so many amazing people with similar interests in hikes and mountains. One such girl in my friend list messaged me, out of the blue suggesting me to do a particular hike in Himachal (close to Chandi). A message from her just when I was looking for a getaway was a good travel sign. But sigh, with all my Himachal trips in the last five months what remained constant was an erratic bad weather and this time too, a snowstorm was predicted. Many on Instagram suggested against the hike that week and so my search started for a simple village homestay where we could live with a local family away from the town, nestled in the mountains and doing easy day hikes, exploring the hamlets around.

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Like most of the trips earlier, Fagu too happened when i stumbled upon this girl’s blog. Her simple words and pictures flashing the stunning views didn’t take me too long to zero down on TALAI village! Last moment toy train tickets were booked & after a bit of research we found out the contact details of a homestay and booked it, so randomly while reading her blog at a cafe with Ravjot. Mr Sharma made it sound so inviting and so the two of us, set out on a journey to the mountains that I can never get enough of! Never ever!

Day 1 : Fagu bound!

5;30AM Kalka Railway Station

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Kalka Station at the break of Dawn!

Its funny how on a vacation to your much loved destinations, you never sulk about being sleepy or any misadventures coming your way. A deserted station with countless Mynas chirping around made us forget the fact that the train was late by an hour. This was my fourth journey after 2012 on this train but it felt as incredible as the first ride.

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The Victorian Era bridges!
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Chasing the sunrise!

The advantage of embarking on an early morning ride is the dramatic views of the hills under the splendid dawn lit sky and the glimpse of the ever so hypnotic sunrise outside your train window, rising over those looming Shivaliks.

The toy train crosses a total of 107 tunnels and 864 bridges built all along the route and has been added to the Mountain Railways of India world heritage site by the UNESCO.

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Ravjot and the mountains were my muse for the day!

The five and a half hours of journey whizzed past over coffee and conversations with my school time friend and pouring into a good read for a while, accompanied by the camera shutter going off  innumerable times too. We giggled like two lil teenagers remembering our teachers and classmates from school while the train chugged through the dense Deodar forests, trailing along the little hamlets perched on the hillocks. An era had been left far behind but I’m glad we picked up exactly from where we left 🙂

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Tea break at Dharampur!

At around 12 we reached Simla. A bunch of cab drivers and hotel guides hoarded around us. We had to catch a bus for Fagu which is around 30 kms away from Shimla and falls enroute Narkanda. The Lakkar Bazar bus stop was only 2 kms away so we decided to walk up to the stop instead of giving in to the exorbitant rates that the cab drivers charged. Most of them quoted Rs 250 while a local woman told us that we shouldn’t pay more than Rs 100. While the fare wasn’t that big an amount but we were on a strict budget trip, and therefore planned to walk the distance and later traveled by an HRTC bus instead of catching a comfortable ride in a cab.( You see the more you save, the more trips you could make…HAPPY REALIZATION :p)

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Winding tracks taking you all the way up to the mountains!

After grabbing a quick bite at the mall road ( check out Wake and Bake cafe and Gaiety Club) we walked down towards lakkar bazaar, crossing the tibetan market that had countless momo stalls! Sigh! Greeted by a disinterested lousy old man at the ticket counter, we decided to get it directly from the bus conductor. Luckily the bus had quite a few seats unoccupied and we got in, occupying the front seats to avoid motion sickness. The ticket to Fagu costed us 70 bucks for two people.

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That rickety HRTC bus ride!

The motion sickness decided to spare me this time and apart from fretting over the daring bus driver’s rough driving skills and digging my nails a countless times into my friend’s arm, I think I did pretty okay! And while sitting on my seat, excitedly looking outside WOWing away to glory, I realised though i was the only tourist along with Ravjot, but the co passengers who were locals, too didn’t seem to get enough of those mountains looming outside their window and all the magic they created. I tell you…things the mountains do to you!

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While waiting for Mr Sharma at The Fagu Bus Stop!

After a nerve wrecking ride of 45 mins we reached the Fagu bus stop on the old Hindustan Tibet Road. Mr Sharma was there to receive us in his tiny vintage Maruti. His village and our destination, Talai was just 4 kms from here. A drive downhill into the hidden unpaved paths lead us to our Home for the following two nights….The NORTHMOON HOMESTAY . Talai situated at a height of 7550 amsl, on a mountain saddle is a quaint lil village with just about 20 houses and numerous apple orchards and resplendent terrace farms, perfect getaway to soak in the views and savour the serenity.. It falls under the Theog sub district and is not only famous for a massive produce of apples and vegetables along with most of them being sold at Reliance Fresh but also for the second densest forest of Asia called Chaili.

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Apples Galore! From the Home Stays orchards
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That balcony! Sigh! Sat here for hours never getting bored of that view!

Mrs Indra welcomed us with the warmest smile and a much needed cup of tea. The rooms were a work of art with beautiful woodwork and glass windows overlooking the valley and contours of the mountains criss-crossing appearing like a hard to solve maze of enchanting blue hills. Far behind them the snow clad himalayas shone bright. A balcony with views like these and just the sound of birds and the winds whistling around made a perfect sit out for our conversations over the cuppa and those rendezvous with Them Mountains.

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Viwes from NorthMoon Home Stay

Even though we’d been up since 4am, the zeal had reached an all new high. It was pretty cold and after sitting in the balcony for a bit, we decided to take a stroll in the village. We had just another day here in the and we wanted to spend every single minute walking down the alleys, befriending the locals and hiking around. And that’s exactly what these two days were all about!

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Village Folks!

While out on an evening stroll, we met a lil girl in her school uniform waiting for her brother to arrive and pick her up. She sat in the middle of nowhere and didn’t seem to have an iota of fear or apprehension. What world was this! A lil furry fellow named Sweetie later came by and demanded a belly rub while his family people(some Biharis settled there for labour work) insisted we took apples from them. They said they were sick of eating them all the time!

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And this lil one! Sweetie!

We were literally house hopping and not a single host found it abnormal for having strangers knock on their doors! Most of the houses still had the old traditional charm with mud walls and cobbled roofs resting on wooden logs. While walking around, we decided to descend towards one such house, that was perched in the middle of the farms.

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The house we decided to visit!

A narrow trail along the stone walls lead to this beautiful small rustic house, with a toy scooter and a basket of fruits adorning its muddy wooden porch overlooking the valley. It was unusually quiet there. The house was locked but had another two visitors, someone from their family waiting for them. We sat down along with the old man and lady and who happened to be Nepalese.

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Mr Bhim Bahadur sharing his travel stories with us!

Bhim Bahadur talked about his young days when he travelled around the world and how he knew every mountain pass around. After every statement of his he reiterated “ Mai Bahut Ghuma Hai” “Pura Duniya Ghooma Hai”! He told us about the hiking trail to Narkanda and how Srinagar in Uttarakhand is right behind the mountain that stood in front of us. That tipsy old wrinkled face adorning a Nepalese hat, had actually traversed through the length and breadth of Himachal and clicked our pictures with his hand in front of the lens, muttering ‘ Bahut accha photo hai” 😛

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Sunset Hues!

We rushed back home chasing the sunset. Our balcony gifted us both with incredible sunrise and sunset views. The sky turned into a crazy orange, the air became cooler and it only got quieter and more beautiful. Five blankets weren’t enough to warm us up but Mrs Indra was kind enough to give us an electric blanket without even asking, She later got us a wide spread of delectable dishes for dinner with SIDDU being one of them. Siddu is a Himachali dish, a kind of bread made from wheat flour mixed with yeast. It is supposed to be had with Ghee and it tastes so bleddy amayyyzingg! 😛

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The Lavish spread for dinner!

That night we slept like logs with tired bones.. satiated tummies and happiest hearts!

DAY 2 : In Talai Village

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The most precious gold ..The Sun trying to make its way through the clouds!

Its funny how you never need alarm clocks in the mountains. The kumbhkaran in me was up by 5:45am and quite happily so. It wasn’t a clear sky but a faint stream of light flashed across the mountains. The Sun was ready to light up our side of the earth. We sat there patiently, huddled in our blankets, chattering our teeth impatiently waiting for the magic to unfold. The sky turned crimson and it looked as if the mountains had a pinkish orange outline. The sun never really rose up for the angry grey clouds kept winning over it, yet it was all bright around with birds announcing the outset of a new day. The houses threw smoke out of their chimneys and the lady of the house got Ravjot her morning tea and me, a hot glass of water.

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Those Morning Reads at the balcony!

While I sat down reading my book, Ravjot decided to meditate in the sun on the balcony. Her phone played a soft melody and the sun kissed her face gently. I couldn’t help but capture this moment for it spoke of why we were there…what we’d been wanting from this break.

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Ravjot meditating outside while i was tucked warm inside the blanket while clicking her!

After gobbling down the best aaloo parathas in breakfast, we decided to leave for a hike up  to this Sanskrit College on a mountain top in Tungesh. We walked through hamlets, the biggest one being Cheog. This village has a prominent market with basic amenities and a senior secondary school. One could hear the morning banter from school and the teacher giving a speech on Children’s Day. There are some destinations that GPS cannot guide you well with and a little piece of paper comes in handy. Mr Sharma had drawn a tiny little map with immaculate directions.

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Leaving for the hike!
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The busy hamlet of Cheog!

We finally reached this Deodar forest that appeared dark and dense for the light struggled to creep in through the cover of trees. All that one could hear was the whistling wind and cawing of an alien bird. The initial climb was steep and the trails disappeared in between but the freshness of the cool crisp air and Griffin House singing ‘Native’ on the phone, subdued our apprehensions and mild fears (for we were told Tigers and other wild animals frequent this area)

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I’d rather be a forest than a street!

An old furry mountain dog sat there outside soaking up the warm sun. All these places turn out to be complete with these lil wet noses i get to meet on most..in fact all my journeys. The college was a few steps away and we decided to go see how students studied this subject I always almost flunked in! A guy walked out of the college and I stopped him, flaunting my half broken Sanskrit…’ Aham twam college gacchami!!” He smirked and asked where we came from. On getting to know we came hiking up from Talai through the forest, he seemed quite taken aback. I wondered why though for it was just a 5kms hike. An old stern looking face taught a group of students outside in the sun while another snooty  teacher sat with two girls. In spite of getting not so warm vibes from the lady, we talked a bit with them. The college offered an undergraduate course in sanskrit and most of the girls aspired to become Sanskrit teachers for there was no other scope. Just then this really kind man got us two chairs to sit and asked us for tea. We politely declined and told him we had to go hiking further down to the village. He was Mr Satish, the peon and caretaker of the college and I learnt that he lived with his family in a lone house there on this hill top. Curious to know how quaint his abode might be, I asked him if it were okay to go visit his place to which he enthusiastically replied ‘ Haanji Bilkul…mai aapko raasta dikha deta hoon!’ ‘Yes of course..I shall show you the way to my house’!

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Up at the Sanskrit College in Tungesh after two hours of hiking!

And a couple of minutes later, there we were, zapped to see this huge gorgeous bungalow with a 360 degree panoramic view! Satish’s brother stood smiling at the gate. I thought he would take us to the outhouse, assuming that was where they lived. Instead he offered us a cup of tea and invited us to his bungalow. I must shamelessly confess that I doubted him for the first couple of minutes , probably because I didn’t expect a peon’s family to be so well off. And so there was yet again, the warmest village family who once again opened up my eyes and taught me to look beyond what we’ve always lived with..stereotypes or prejudice..whatever you may call them!

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This beautiful house with a 360 degree view of the Himalayas!
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And these beautiful people!

We sat down for an hour and talked like we were never strangers. We were so comfortable that we exchanged numbers and told them that I’d be back soon again and self invited myself. Later Sanjeev walked back with us, guiding us through the forest in spite of telling him that we’d figure out the way ourselves!

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One more look!
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Familia!

While leaving their place, I thought to myself, this is exactly what got me here. These people with the largest hearts and tiniest of an idea of how wonderful they are!

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At their apple godown…Countless Apples and Rajma strewn over the place!

On our way back we discovered that the forest we walked through was Asia’s second densest forest apparently. After checking on google maps, we got to know its called Chaili forest. On reaching the unpaved track, Sanjeev showed us this tree( that had three more trees branching out of it) that the villagers worshiped and the folklore has it that the Kaali Ma appeared here a few years back.

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Sanjeev guiding us through the dense forest!
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The Banga Pani Meadows!
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Autumn hues!

A little ahead was Banga Pani, a famous meadow in the region where a lot of hikers camp but the touristy spot displayed signs of decaying for filth dotted the green spaces. It started to drizzle and in an hours time it metamorphosed into hail. We were back just in time for what followed next was a mad furious downpour.

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Just before the hailstorm!

After all my Himachal trips are incomplete without rains. But there was another thing that accompanied most of the times. A bright colorful rainbow. It was there yet again, making me believe that the mountains loved me as much as I loved them! As lame and corny as it may sound, but this really was a wonder for out of four trips in the last five months, this was the third time a beautiful splash of colors made up for few gloomy minutes or hours of rain!

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Hello there Mr Rainbow!

A heavy downpour yet again kept us indoors for rest of the evening. We  snuggled up in our blankets, reading, talking and making each other listen to our favorite songs!

Later that night while Ravjot slept unaware of the thunderstorms outside, i wrapped myself in a blanket and sat shivering outside, trying to catch the glimpse of the mountains every time the lightning illuminated them and that’s when Li Po’s words rang in my ears…

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Them Mountains!

‘All the birds have flown up and gone

A lonely cloud floats leisurely by

We never tire of looking at each other

Only the mountain and I “

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the home stay

Travel and Home stay Info

  1. Chandigarh to Simla: The Kalka Simla toy train is an experience in itself. There are five trains running from Kalka. Try catching the early ride for you get to witness some amazing sunrise views. We traveled by Shivalik Deluxe that starts at 5:45 AM and reaches Simla by 11:30 AM. Its a very comfortable ride, especially for people who suffer from motion sickness and the train serves you with tea as well as breakfast en route.
  2. One can even catch a bus from Sec 17 Chandigarh ISBT. There are buses leaving every hour and one can check with the tour operators.
  3. If you’re traveling from Delhi, it would take you 7 to 8 hours by road or one could just catch a direct flight to Simla airport located at Jubbarhatti, 22kms away from the main town.
  4. Simla to Fagu: Fagu is just a stones throw away from Simla. With just 20kms to cover, one could either catch a direct cab from the railway station itself or catch a local bus from the Lakkar Bazar Bus Station. Buses for Fagu leave every ten mins. It costed me just 35 bucks while a cab would easily charge you 800 to 1000 Rs!
  5. Home Stay Details: Mr Sharma: 9816423286
  6. We stayed at a place called North Moon Home Stay run by the Sharma family. Tucked away in the midst of lush green forests, in a small village called Talai, this place is a perfect getaway for people looking for respite from the city madness and nature craving nuts. The home stay is built over four floors, each floor boasting of one big room with glass windows overlooking the mountains and an attached washroom( with 24/7 running hot and cold water) and an exclusive balcony. The family provides you with good warm blankets, electric kettle etc.Mrs Indra is a fabulous cook and the meals are made of fresh and organic veggies straight from their farms. A cautionary word here, lets not expect the comforts of a 4 Star here. The idea of a home stay is to interact with the local family, eat what they eat and get a closer look at their culture and traditions. 
  7. One can check out other  home stays as well. The village has quite a few of them and the closest village Cheog has plenty of farm stays too. If you’re a bigger group and looking for a pet friendly stay, do check out The Living Woods Farm stay in Cheog.
  8. Kufri and Theog are nearby tourist spots.
  9. If you have enough time, then one could plan a hike up to Narkanda…yet another quaint little getaway from the very touristy Simla.