Time Doesn’t Last Forever But Memories Do

Some memories happen all of sudden while some you know eventually that it is going to turn into a memory. The memory which am sharing is a mixture of both. It all began a month ago before we left Hyderabad and travel to Himalayas for a trek.

Most of us clearly had no idea how the trek would turn out to be. Every guy in class was enthusiastic to be a part of trek but as always the parents are against it and everyone tries to convince their best friends to trek along.Finally when we flatter the parents then comes a bomb from school which states pay the fees in a short span of time as the seats are limited, I don’t know if the school is desperate for the trek charges or its just bad timing. Friends start dropping from the plan and if its your bestie who’s dropped its bad luck mate and you drop too. Finally when you beg and cry, your parents allow you with a goddamn condition, a condition which destroys the desire to be a part of tour, the condition of marks . Finally the lucky few who flatter their parents become enthusiastic waiting for the tour but to shatter their enthusiasm comes a big fat ugly stuff called exams.

Seriously if I could travel through time i would be happy to wipe out the creator of exams from existence but that’s another story. Somehow we break our heads to go through the exams and when its done i swear its the best feeling in life, its just a staircase to heaven.

Well after the exams are done, preparations begin and well its a trek so most of the folks travel light but their is one girl in the group who brings her make up kit which weighs half of her luggage, trust me that person would forget her toilet paper but not the make up kit. The best part of the journey is always the train but when you travel with a bunch of old folks who come under the species called ” teachers”, well their job is simple, hunt through all the compartments and find girls and boys together and there is this damn teacher whom everyone hates, this teacher finds everything in a stereotypical way.

Well, somehow we manage to go through the train journey which is fun at a point later it gets exhausting. Well, I had to travel to Himalayas so our first stop was at Delhi, we didn’t exactly stay long at that place so we didn’t see much except cars and bikes driving on footpath , we reached hotel and post lunch we left for Manali through bus which was a fun ride and which would have been more fun if there was no involvement of teachers.

The next morning we reached Manali base camp and to adjust ourselves to climate we were taken for a walk to the local market by our tour coordinator.It was a short walk to the market and we were not allowed to buy anything apart from warm clothing and gloves for the trek ahead. As every batch has those rule breakers and eventually so did mine. We returned back to the hotel after a short while and had to pack our backpacks for the trek which was going to begin the next day.

Our trip never went with the itinerary, we had an early breakfast and we were traveled through the old bridge to cross Beas river and there began our trek. Little did we know that a trek was going to be contrary to what we expected it to be.

We were to pass through three villages which sounded pretty easy but we realized it late that it was totally different to what we expected a trek to be. We were to travel about 8 km to the base camp but as stated before we never traveled according to itinerary so we traveled longer than we were told but personally I felt it was fun.

There’s always a person who has a big mouth and has a PHD to fake about things. This guy makes the trip damn interesting. In my case this guy claimed himself to be the “fitness freak” and it feels damn good when you see him among the last to reach the camp. Our base camp was located at approximately 2500 meters. We had to reach Solang village by crossing river Beas which was easy but we had to climb a steep mountain which drained a lot of energy, the path seemed endless. We reached the base camp or was it our base camp? Nah, it wasn’t our camp so after a 10 min break we walked and after approx of 20 min we reached our camp 1. The temperature turned cool and little did we know what awaited for us.We were hungry as wolves and we city folks expected tasty food at a place like that which of course turned the other way round but hunger is such thing which we cant stand so we ate a lot.

There was nothing interesting which took next day, we had a walk through the woods and we were back after some time. UNO cards became our companion when boredom struck us. Well we had a decent dinner and crawled into our sleeping bags and slept as snug as a bug in a rug .

The next day we didn’t have to travel much but I found out my friend was tree hugger. We traveled further and we found patches of snow and I had no idea that I was going to hate it a point. Oxygen level reduced the further we walked. Trees began to disappear and the temperature turned down, with the sun the temperature dropped, the temperature dropped around -5 at night. We were supposed to ski and be a part of snow activities which never happened. Even the sleeping bags couldn’t provide us warmth at that temperature. We fell asleep some how.

I swear I never waited for the arrival of sun any other day but only when we were at camp 2. Even the water froze solid. Ginger tea and soups were the stuff which kept us warm. It was time for trekking up the Patalsu peak which was 1350 feet high. It was fun walking up but we had to stop and return back as the path was slippery. The best part of the trek was the food served that day, finally we had noodles. It was the best meal we had during the tour and we retired to bed as we had a long day ahead.

We had to travel back the way we had come and it didn’t take even half the time we traveled up. We reached the place where we started our trek from and we reached our hotel back. We went shopping in the evening after visiting the Hidimbi temple. Manali is a decent place to go shopping.The was off and we slept.

The next morning we had a very early breakfast and we had a one our trip to reach a spot where we were a part of the water rafting which was the best part of the tour. It was a 2 hour full fun packed adventure.

We traveled back to hotel and we had to travel to Delhi after lunch. We reached Delhi the next day morning and we hated to depart but we had to return back to Hyderabad and it was a hell of climatic change.

This is one of the best tours, in fact it is The best tour I’ve ever experienced.

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