Smile never
comes with terms and conditions it just appears on your face when your heart
feels it. The whole article is all about the smiles I witnessed on the faces of
my friends and mine too. The last five days were the amazing days full of
smiles and fun.
Two months
back one of my friend approached me with an idea of a trekking trip. It was the
first time I heard the name of the place, “Valley Of Flowers”. He told me it’s
a trekking trip and I said, “I am in”. He sent me few details and links of the
place to study. Till the time I boarded the car, I only know that trekking
means loads of walk and mountains but later I realized what I got myself in. I
accepted the plan without knowing the road ahead of me. And trust me it was one
of my best decisions in last 25 years.
Day 1
Well Vikram
and Mohit the only two creatures I knew while starting the trip, they also were
the main managers of all the fun coming. We booked a dashing red Scorpio car
with 6 people to sit in. so now the journey begun on 3 rd September ’2015 at
7:30 am from vikram’s place.
Who says
plan always works right, they sometimes backfire but Our plan backfired plan
was too awesome to realize. Our scheduled arrival to destination was 4th
September but guesses what we there on 6th September and Google maps
became our internal joke. We relied on it and it leaded to 250 kms extra in
order to make our route shortest.
There are
two national highways 121 and 58 which lead to valley of flowers, where 58 is
the shorter one. Oops but we opted 121 which is the longest and the lonely
highway but with amazing clicks. We turned, we ride, we stopped, we clicked and
enjoyed it.
Journey started
with 6 people one who drive, one who make everyone laugh, one the silent killer
( horse), and two beautiful ladies apart from me. There were loads of cheers
and fights in it, as our precious chauffeur, Mr. Vikram( the organizer) was
only allowed to have red bull to keep his eyes open where as we were clinking
our beer cans. Our first long stop was
near halduani where our search god mohit hunted for food as all the places was
serving rice but he found one place who served rotis with rice.
The entire
view was breathtaking, a bliss to eyes, an ecstasy to ears and heart. Water and
trees were accompanying us in the whole journey to mark our presence, while we
were fighting who will sit in front. Noise was on top and excitement was
growing every minute.
After driving
300 kms we realized we choose the longer route and tried to find a place to
stay the night as it was getting darker every minute. Oops I forgot to tell
you, the whole we were imagining why there is no one else on the road we are pursuing
its NH anyway. We ll the question was already answered it was the wrong NH. It was
a mistake which created few 100 extra clicks in our book of memories.
After hours
of searching and twisting through rocks and turns, we found a place to stay
over, Thalisen and mohit was pronouncing it sushmita sen as the last few
alphabets rhymed. While reaching for Thalisen it was dark so we thought of
asking a guy who was coming from front but after seeing his face we ran like
anything, we felt haunted for several hours after that.
We book a
single room with six beds and grabbed the only meal we got there at 10 pm in
the night, anyhow we stuffed the hungry tummies. With our growling account manager mr mohit
hovering over us to spend less ( kidding).
The night
was on and we slept like dead in bed and waiting for the next adventure going
to come next day with the bright sunshine and more heights.
Its just
day one the others are still going to come …. One day at a time so by tomorrow I
m gonna tell you about 4th September with the fun stored in it. And Mohit’s
undying love for Gauchar… stay tuned…
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