Until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can't begin to explore your possibilities
- T. M. Fargo
At
the heart of all my adventures was a quest to get home - and at some
ungodly hour most of the run ups to the modes of transport were not
short of an adventure, keeping those who knew about my journeys up all
night. I was however yearning for real adventures, when I set out on
those adventures they made me realize I was not fit for the terrain,
especially those with an incline or a steep fall. What I did next
seemed foolproof - I began climbing hills and trekking snow-capped
mountains in my head. My imaginary treks and adventures came to an end
after marrying Mr. M (the seasoned traveler, trekker) and moving to
Gurgaon, where I knew the rendezvous with the hills was just round the
corner.
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| Shot from Dalai Lama temple - Our best shot at snow-capped mountains |
The D-Day: In
the last week of May, to beat the melting pot that was Gurgaon, we hit
the road for some chilly walks in the Dhauladars, we headed for my first
real trekking destination, McLeodgunj. Watching those snow-capped
mountains and the dark hills from a distance evoked mixed emotions – I
was happy and scared. I was mentally preparing for my trek so we
explored McLeodganj on foot in search of a haven to unwind from the long
drive and Illiterati café
down
the hill was where we sat down to a beautiful sunset and a cup of hot
chocolate. The walk back up the hill was what gave me a quick preview of
what my trek would be like, and also reconsider fitness for my own
good.
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Sunset at Illiterati cafe
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| Literally warming up with a Cup of Hot Chocolate and a good travel book to go along |
Hotel room confrontation:
The night seemed the longest, my past trekking experiences haunted me,
but come the next morning the beauty of the place made fear leave my
body with each passing minute. All that I asked in exchange was a cup of
refreshing hot pahadi chai – with that chai, and a knotted bun, I said
'Challenge Accepted!', Barney Stinson style.
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| Beautiful McLeodganj: Inspired me to go ahead with my trek |
The road less traveled: The
most popular and preferred way to trek to Triund is to start from
BhagsuNag’s Gallu Devi Temple at Dharamkot, because that’s where the
road ends and majority of them drive till this point. We were in it
full-on, so Mr. M and I, started our quest for Triund from our hotel at
McLeodganj – we had help from the locals who pointed us to the path we
should take at McLeodganj’s main junction. And as the famous saying
goes, the first few steps were the hardest, the first stretch had the
steepest incline, but #naturescenes along the path kept me going not to
forget a few sips of water and the yoga bar I was carrying on me. I saw
numerous cars and autos drive past us but that didn’t bother me for the
next 90 minutes, the last fifteen minutes made those quicker rides seem
much wiser.
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Enroute Gallu Devi with Pine trees for company
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The Trek – Contemplation, To do or not to do?: Almost
2 hours and 4kms later, we reached Gallu Devi Temple for much needed
calories and break. I was battling a lot of thoughts reflecting on the
last 2 hours I spent climbing an almost pakka trail, against the kachcha
track that lay ahead of me. There was a definite calling from the hills
as I sipped on my chai and curiosity led me closer to the hills – the
unknown path, and there began the second lap of my trek.
Ascent – Chai stalls, People, Mind games:
Luckily for me the first few meters seemed rather flat, lonely and
those boulders gave good grip. I soaked in the nature, the quiet, the
slight nip in the air and embraced those curvy curves – till I fell
short of breath, felt a huge lump in my chest - I sat down at the second
chai stall along the trail. The number of people galloping on the trek
kept increasing at this halt and so were the decibel levels. I kept
wondering whether music that too on wireless speakers was necessary -
Aren’t hills meant for some peace of mind and contemplation?
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| Reminded me of old forests of The Hobbit |
The
blood rush and lack of oxygen made it impossible to set another foot
forward; and all the digital noise began to wane my willpower. The guy
who ran the tea stall mentioned about flirty weather and forecasted
heavy rain in the next 5 minutes. I had so many reasons to give up (and
cribbed aloud about going back) all it takes is one reason to hold on:
in my case it was persistent and patient Mr. M who said, ‘Let’s do one
thing, at the next tea stall we will have Maggi and assess the
situation.’ (put this on a loop)
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The Ascent: Battling mind games, fatigue and a kachcha rasta
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I
budged, and set on the kachcha rasta again, carefully landing my foot,
giving way to the kachchers, ignoring people who ran and spoke and
played loud music. I halted after every 500 mental counts for long deep
breaths and a sip of water. We got from one tea stall to another minus
the maggi – soaked in sweat, I battled fear of height, incline, fatigue,
mental blocks and the unknown – still complaining (deep down I knew
this cribbing was useless, 30 hours from now my body would no longer
hurt, the irony - my body wasn't hurting yet). Unknowingly I crossed
scary stretches and climbed rather safe looking boulders, listened to
the people returning from the hilltop lie about reaching Triund in 50
minutes – I know what you did there - Mind games! I went on for many
such 50 minutes till they became 20 and 20 became 5 and before I knew
it, I was there - on top of Triund.
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| Almost there |
The Hill: This
was the most humbling experience for me. The thick cloud cover barely
gave way, but those fleeting moments it did, everything else seemed
insignificant.
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| Panaromic view of Triund: Under thick cloud cover tucking away the snow-capped mountains |
I
saw the trail further up leading to Snowline café and then to the
mighty Indrahara pass beyond, I saw the snow capped mountains, the
Dauladhars. The first feeling that came to me, next time I would like
to give snowline café a shot. The hill had a few tea stalls, and tents
and a guest house on top. I finally had my maggi and thought, I should
have stayed back and enjoyed the milky way at night, for a true into
the wild experience. This was a good enough reason to plan another trip
to the hills. Like all good things my hour on the hill top was coming
to an end, and I reluctantly began my descent with numb legs and a heavy
heart.
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| Sloppy Victory pose |
The Descent - Injuries, Chai Stalls and Wisdom: My
worst fears began to unfold with every step; the fear of height and the
fear of wrong landing made the descent an excruciating experience –
both physically and mentally. It took more energy and effort to climb
down.
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| The Known Descent |
I
fell a little over five times during the whole descent - twisted my
feet, hurt my big toe against the boulders, I couldn’t feel my legs but
my calves began to hurt – this time round I didn’t complain a lot
because I know how precious this energy was for me. I lied to people
who asked 'How long?' another 50 minutes till you reach the hill, along
the way. I sat down one last time at the same tea stall where I sat
during my ascent this time however I treated myself for a cup of chai
and was transported to another world,
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From one of our halts during the descent
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I came back from my stupor when it began to drizzle, 7.5 hours after initial forecast. We
resumed our descent in the thick cover of the trees and reached Gallu
Devi temple by 5pm. This time round we chose a wiser way to get to
McLeodganj, a cab ride.
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Beautiful sunset - on our way back
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I didn’t feel my legs the whole evening and by night I couldn’t
move a finger, this sweet pain lasted for over 2 days, and those ten
hours on the trek made me assess
my health and fitness choices. As I reflected on my trek, the decision
of not clicking photos during the ascent made sense, but not clicking
them during the descent - not so much. 'We suffer more often in imagination than in reality', Seneca. I
realized that the fear of falling down or subsequent body pains held me
back, it began to hurt only after 7 hours into the trek. With this
recurring fear, I was on the verge of giving up trekking at every
difficult turn or curve, but nature has its own way to let you connect
with her
and through her, with yourself (I had additional help from Mr. M,
though). Go ahead, set aside your inhibitions and embark on that
adventure, it will either leave you with an experience or a quest
for more adventures.
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| Screenshots from our phones - The Destination and the Journey |
Tips from a newbie:
- Carry a small backpack with a bottle of water, you can buy more on
the way, a few energy bars/fruit/nuts, glucose (optional, I didn't carry
glucose or nuts)
- Carry a paper bag to hold your trash, don't litter in the trails or on the hill
- On the trek - when in doubt: take a break - sip some water or share a
chai - the magic potion that kept me going - every crucial decision
involved a chai in my case
- Take deep breaths
- Keep talking to the minimum, all that energy can come in handy
- Break your journeys into smaller milestones
- Don't get intimidated by other people who are reaching ahead of you,
take your time to enjoy the journey and the occasional animal friends
who cross paths with you
- Don't indulge in sugar laden/salty delights - they will leave you
hungry and thirsty, pick a fruit instead - go easy on the Maggi
- Also avoid playing music - respect the animals and trees. Enjoy the calmness.
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