Safe back home as i am writing this blog, memories of the trek are still vivid in my mind. The ten day long expedition was thrilling and far more exciting than any of my previous ones, for this was the first time i felt so close to nature. Never before did i imagine a life without even the basic amenities like electricity, let alone the computer screen which i am glued to 24 hrs a day. It was an experience in itself which i believe everyone should have at least once in a life time. It is when you learn to appreciate the beauty of nature, its vastness, the sheer thrill of being so close to nature.It all s
tarted when 3 of us, Ankur, Roshan and I, met in chandigarh on our way to Kasol, where we had our base camp. After acclimatisation and some basic training of rock climbing and rappelling, we set out for the trekking on the third day. We were a total of around 40 people form various parts of the country, but largely outnumbered by the gujjus. It was my first experience of living in tents and to be frank at first i didn't like it at all. Four years of hostel life had got me so tuned to sleeping late in the night, that 'early to bed and early to rise' was an arduous task for me. And that too when its the vacation time. But soon enough we had 'bridge' save us from the compulsion of sleeping early. We spent hours playing bridge in torch light until it 
was late in the night. In the day time we used to climb around 1500 feet everyday to our next camp where we were welcomed by a series of whistles starting with welcome drink, soup, tea, snacks, dinner, horlicks and what not. By the end of the 6th day we were at 12000 feet and ready for our final climb to the Sarpass. The temperature outside had dropped to less than 5 degrees, and for a person like me who has never been even in 10 degree's of temperature, things weren't all that easy.
On 7th day we woke up as early as 3 Am and started our journey to Sarpass. By 9 we were at the top of the peaks surrounded by thick snow everywhere. It was an exp
erience of a lifetime. Covered with 5 layers of clothes i knew that the cool breeze will have a hard time reaching inside. We kept marching until we reached the top form where we were supposed to slide down a km and a half. This was no doubt the best part of the whole journey. All the agony of waking up early, living in tents, attending nature calls in open had at once been replaced by a sense of utmost joy which kept me longing for more. Those fifteen minutes of excitement were worth all the efforts of days. We then spent the next hour playing in the snow and made a 'Snow Man', just when small flakes of snow started falling, 'Wow .. its a snow fall' i screamed.
On my way back i could not forget the sight of the mountains covered with thick layers of snow, something which only the lucky ones on this earth get to see.
Years down the line, whenever i would recall my trip to Sarpaas a smile will come across my face with a longing desire to go back to the nature once more ...
tarted when 3 of us, Ankur, Roshan and I, met in chandigarh on our way to Kasol, where we had our base camp. After acclimatisation and some basic training of rock climbing and rappelling, we set out for the trekking on the third day. We were a total of around 40 people form various parts of the country, but largely outnumbered by the gujjus. It was my first experience of living in tents and to be frank at first i didn't like it at all. Four years of hostel life had got me so tuned to sleeping late in the night, that 'early to bed and early to rise' was an arduous task for me. And that too when its the vacation time. But soon enough we had 'bridge' save us from the compulsion of sleeping early. We spent hours playing bridge in torch light until it 
was late in the night. In the day time we used to climb around 1500 feet everyday to our next camp where we were welcomed by a series of whistles starting with welcome drink, soup, tea, snacks, dinner, horlicks and what not. By the end of the 6th day we were at 12000 feet and ready for our final climb to the Sarpass. The temperature outside had dropped to less than 5 degrees, and for a person like me who has never been even in 10 degree's of temperature, things weren't all that easy.On 7th day we woke up as early as 3 Am and started our journey to Sarpass. By 9 we were at the top of the peaks surrounded by thick snow everywhere. It was an exp
erience of a lifetime. Covered with 5 layers of clothes i knew that the cool breeze will have a hard time reaching inside. We kept marching until we reached the top form where we were supposed to slide down a km and a half. This was no doubt the best part of the whole journey. All the agony of waking up early, living in tents, attending nature calls in open had at once been replaced by a sense of utmost joy which kept me longing for more. Those fifteen minutes of excitement were worth all the efforts of days. We then spent the next hour playing in the snow and made a 'Snow Man', just when small flakes of snow started falling, 'Wow .. its a snow fall' i screamed.On my way back i could not forget the sight of the mountains covered with thick layers of snow, something which only the lucky ones on this earth get to see.
Years down the line, whenever i would recall my trip to Sarpaas a smile will come across my face with a longing desire to go back to the nature once more ...
1 comment:
hey......
hope u had great time.....
i 2 wanna go....but got no clue...hw 2 go abt.....great!had thrillin experience.....
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