If there is one thing I will never forget about this stay in Lohanjung, it is that sunny afternoon we spent on this lawn doing nothing, surrounded by flowers, bees, butterflies and talks of “snow on roopkund”.
A forced cup of sickly sweet tea on a tiny little ledge which seemed to have been made specifically for resting your cup.
my.perfect.place.
Its very hard to describe how waking up to sub-zero temperatures, with frozen water all around, trishul peeking from the right and being alone with a cup of tea on your birthday feels like.
All I can say is that it felt great then and looking at this image and thinking back to those hours waiting for the sun to arrive, I can also say that it was one of my best birthdays ever.
After 20 kms and 8 hours of walking, any ordinary flat camping ground would have sufficed. But we got something incredibly nicer. A pretty little FRH, with a lush green lawn and just the perfect wooden gate to complete the picture.
And yes, not to mention a hot bath and a solid bed after 5 days,
Starting from Delhi early in the morning we reached Barsu at 8 in the night, from where our trek was to start the very next morning.
I was still in my cotton pajamas that I had considered suitable when I was in Delhi. We had ascended to more than 2000 meters, and the pajamas only just reached up to my mid calves. It was pitch dark, and I could only see the silhouette of a tent, and high mountains on all sides. I was shivering, and all I could think of was some warm clothes.
Our staff introduced us to our tent, which had beds and a proper loo. I was happy enough with our home for the night, when they called us for tea in the light of a little battery-run-led-lamp.
The first day of our trek, and the clouds have taken over the views.
After a night of snowfall, we woke up to white fields and clear mountains views of the Bandarpooch and Gangotri Ranges.
Second day of walking ended up being all through snow. Sometimes even knee deep. Towards the end I almost sprinted to the camping area knowing it was the end of snow, for good. It wasn’t.
2 kms away from the last stop before Dodital, we stopped at the first dhaba on the route. This was an indication of the fact that we were back to the main route, a much easier route. A route where we even crossed acquaintances from Delhi.
Bebra, where for the first time on our trek, we were without a fire, but had proper beds. And also some huge spiders.
Dhabas are the main lifeline at Dodital. They appear even before you can see the lake. A huge instinct is to sit and rest a while after the 14 kms of walking. But I somehow fought that instinct, rushed ahead to catch a glimpse of the lake I have been wanting to visit for a long time.
One part wanted to stay by the lake, and the other part kept wanting to go back to the dhaba. The snowfall made me head back and opt for the cup of tea.
One of the three nomad-dogs who keep shifting around with trekking groups. They have no fixed address, no territory to protect. They walk with the groups, stop with them, eat of them, and return to base camp to latch on to a new group.
Reaching Dodital is pretty relaxing for them too, cause they know that trekkers like to take a day off there.
For him too, its just a sunny-stretchy day, and its always a bonus when pieces of omelette start falling from the sky.
This one required special effort. This one is for keeps.
I HAD to get a picture of a cup next to the lake after all the walking. So I HAD to get up and walk some distance from the dhaba to make this frame happen.
Manjhi, is for lazy trekkers to catch a night break on the 16 kms stretch to Dodital. We just stopped for tea.
And next to my cup of tea is the stick that balanced me through.
