Monthly Archives: February 2016

2015! Trek 3 and last!

Tavli.

A place I didn’t know about. A place I’d never trekked before. I place I’d never heard of before. Till papa told me about it. Aaaaaand, I choose to trek that!

One of my mountaineering course friends was going to France for two years (academic commitments, and all that) and this trek was my goodbye gift to him. The monsoon was receding. It scarcely ever rained. But the nature was blooming with love and swinging with joy. And in it, so was my heart. We all met up at Thane station at around 6am, and took the train to Kalyan. At Kalyan we met the two stunning show offs I’d mentioned in my last post. From the station, we took a long bus ride to a village called Kushivli. From there on, we just asked the route from a villager. The night before, papa had given me a vague idea using geographical landmarks. ‘There will be three crossroads, always take left’, ‘if there is an option or diversion, keep taking left’, ‘there will be a thumb-like rock on your left, you’ve to traverse it’, ‘the rock is called Ganesh, traverse it till it comes to your right and you then leave it behind’, ‘you have to walk through a V-col’, etc. His advice might not seem very helpful, but you know what? It was. Through out the route we were like, oh okay we did this part, this is next. And it led us straight to where we were supposed to go.

And it was so beautiful. We crossed a few rock patches and some small waterfalls. My friend’s water bottle went over the waterfall at one point and then had to be retrieved. Some two and a half hours later, we were at a small clearing almost at the top of the mountain. A little shrine and a sadhu sat there. We unloaded our bags and took a little rest. The very nice sadhu gave us some black tea, and then told us that the actual view was a half an hour walk more. We took it upon ourselves to do just that. And it was so worth it. The view, the walk, and the cold cut cucumber. Friends, nature, and peace.

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2015! Trek 2

The second monsoon trek I did was to Matheran. Most people know the car route that leads to the hill station. I’d been there that way before. But this time, we trekked up the back of the hill station to a top called One Tree Hill and then to the station. And this time, unlike all the other times I’ve trekked, I trekked with a humongous group. Some 55 odd people. Between papa and me, we carried nothing more than two bottles of water, some chocolates, two caps and a tiny little rucksack. And the shoes on our feet.

It rained hell. And then it sun-ed hell. And we kept fluctuating between wet and dry and then wet again. The age group was varied, ranging from 8 to 55. Needless to say, the trek was easy. A little lengthy, but easy. The road was slippery, some waterfalls tried to challenge us but the view made everything worth it. Green, light green, dark green, leafy green, new leaf green, watermelon green, cabbage green, every green! Everywhere.

Needless to say, I made a few friends. Two boys who kept showing off all the places they’d trekked. And in one single ‘I’ve completed my one month long Basic Mountaineering Course with an A grade in the Himalayas’ I shut them up. Now I’m boasting.

Anyway this trek was beauty. I met so many people I had never met before, and met so many people from different walks of life. And we all walked this particular path together.

It took us two and a half hours of walking to get to one tree hill (not the TV series), and we never realized that we had walked that long. The mausam was just that suhaana.

We reached Matheran, ate each other’s dabbas and took a cab to the station to catch our train back to Thane.

Ye mausam ka jaadu hai mitwa!