I remember on my second day, I stayed back in Dhankar to watch the brilliant sunset. I had to go back to Kaza so I hitch-hiked in an Innova with a group of people from Pune. They were to drop me off near the de-tour to Lalung and I had to hitch-hike till Kaza again. Mid-way it started getting dark so they wanted to drop me somewhere only if I found a cab. After driving a little bit ahead of the de-tour, I insisted that they drop me there and leave as I didn't want to derail their travel plans. After a few minutes it got very scary as there was absolutely no light around - just huge mountains in pitch dark and the sound of the river. I didn't realize how scary the sound of water can be till that point. I kept my calm and decided to walk till I found a house.
Excercise is definitely not my cup of tea but what better way to burn all those calories from the last night's cheesecake than biking along the scenic bay trail? The bay waters and blue skies coupled with a view of flights landing at SFO make for some great morning scenes.
But it's New York City and you cannot not fall in love with it. Maybe because of how diverse it is: in terms of the people, culture and food. Maybe because no one judges you, no matter what or who you are. Maybe because some of our favourite movies and sitcoms are shot there. Or maybe because the city is constantly moving and fast-paced and possibly never sleeps. It's hard to tell why but you cannot not fall in love with the city!
I ran away to the valley of Spiti for a couple of weeks this August. As you can see from the pictures, words can't do justice to the splendour of these Spitian villages (if it doesn't seem so, blame my photography skills). But Spiti isn't for the weak hearted; you have to travel on few of the most treacherous roads, ride through high altitude passes and walk across ice-cold nalas at times (on one occasion we did so by forming human chains). I was alone and thrown out of my comfort zone - I changed plans on the spur of the moment, hiked for hours on mountains and forged new friendships .
It's a lazy Saturday night and I stare at a map of Spiti for the umpteenth time wondering if I had come back from Spiti too soon. The memories are still fresh and the salty taste of the Spitian butter tea still lingers on my tongue. I lose track of time and wonder if I had left a little bit of myself somewhere back in those mountains, surreal landscapes and starry skies. Or maybe with those truly amazing mountain folks and travellers.
If you've ever made Goa plans with your friends, you know how hard it's to make those work. After all those cancelled plans, we did go to Goa on the Republic day long weekend. The beaches were not exactly pristine blue but they were huge and lively. Frisbee games by the beach, horror stories with chilled …
Inspired by the pictures of striking green hills from my friends' trips, I decided to take my brothers to Chikmagalur during the first week of January. Apparently, that wasn't the right time for lush greenery. So all we got was sun-dried grasses and flaring sun, both en-route and on the hills. Nevertheless there were some …