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2015! Trek 3 and last!


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.

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!

2015! New Trek and Bike Ride

One of the first treks of the year was to Karnala. It’s a small fort in the middle of a Bird Sanctuary, and is known to be most scenic during the monsoon!

Oh, and it indeed was.

As soon as the rains hit Thane, we decided to go trekking. AND include a bike ride in it. So it was three bikes – my boyfriend and me, my boyfriend’s friend and his girlfriend, and one of my guy friends and another of my girl friends. Respectively.

We left about 6 in the morning when the first thing we did was fuel up. The next thing was to make sure we had everything we’d probably need on the trip. Lastly, was to actually leave. The total road trip was about 3 hours one way, and on our second hour on the road we were hit with rains. It rained so heavily that we couldn’t see, couldn’t go beyond 50kmph and were soaked. In the last third hour, the sun hit us so strongly that we were dry and about within 15 mins. I guess the 10 min break for breakfast helped. That too was chai, bhaji, and misal pav. Perfect!

By the time we reached the bird sanctuary gate, we were dry, and ready to climb up the fort! Which we did. Hardly took about two and a half hours, including photographs and everything. Once we were up, we had a running race, some falling on rocks, some climbing up rocks, some holding the railing and crawling up because the height was scary to some. But most importantly, we made it to the top of the fort and had a great view as a reward for our efforts!

Aaaand, then the rain hit us. Again. Luckily we managed to find a cave, and that’s where we settled. Like cavemen hiding from nature’s wrath. And what do tired and soaked cavemen do? Eat. We eat. For lunch, we had banana chips, chakli and some soy sticks. And raw mango juice special in India (called Pannah).

When the rain finally stopped we realize the trouble we were in. The rocks were wet, and there were little waterfalls running down them. Like it was easy climbing down without all that water. But we managed, sliding down rocks like we were in a park. And when the rock part was over, the mud trail started. And that was just some gooey mush now. Every step was like a risk- a risk that the foot you were keeping down would slide so much that you would be doing a full split without meaning too, and that’s how your body would get split in two and you’d die.

Sorry, that escalated quickly.

So basically, we reached the base having a lot of fun. By the time we were done, we were a bunch of pigs who just had a mud bath. Once we cleaned ourselves (by standing under a tap) we were wet once again. Luckily, we knew this would happen and had carried spare clothes. We changed, ate at a restaurant, and rode back. Needless to say, we were too tired to say much when we got back and just went home and hit the sack.