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.