Dalhousie Diaries I… (Chamba)

A wobbly bus and a dubious driver drop us at the secluded Jalandhar bypass at 3 am. Insanely curvy roads and a driver who loves chatting about the health benefits of wine is going to drive us to Chamba which is supposed to be our first stop. In spite of being thoroughly exhausted from the…

Spiti Diaries III… (Home is where the heart is)

Honestly, I hate having to conclude this entire experience in this last post of  Spiti Diaries . There was so much of pondering and reasoning and understanding going on in the backdrop of this back-breaking routine. So many little instances and memories that, looking back, seem like the really memorable and important ones. I wish I…

Spiti Diaries II… (Unpredicted, Unnamed)

As I mentioned in Spiti Diaries I, after days of acclimatizing ourselves to the sparse air in the valley, we make our way to the Bara Shigri Glacier Base Camp. Training starts the very next day. The trek from the base to the glacier is tedious and long. The sturdiest and biggest rock you step…

Darj Diaries IV… (Life in a day of Darj)

Grey clouds blanket the skies over Pune today, quite like how I’ll remember Darj… Set in the cradle of the Himalayas, at a height of 2050m, this colonial town first greeted me simply with its rains. Over my few and frequent trips to Darjeeling, i tried to understand the city’s code and culture. And when…

Darj Diaries III… (Training at Base Camp)

Ok, so hoping that the recent posts had been a good read and ride, here is the post describing the most interesting part of the course, the Glacier training. This isn’t an account of heights and weights and distances or any other numbers. As much as I’ve tried to keep these writings factual, the feeling…