We were so glad that this it was the last day of the trek. We had almost walked 38 kilometers in 3 days and a few hours and we would complete the trek. Although we enjoyed it, there were some moments when I was thinking “Why the F&*K am I here? How did I get into this?”
YHAI organizes bigger camps for 8-10 days too. Wonder if I could survive that?
Chamba is 1004 years old town and our last destination in the trek. At 3000 feet it was definitely a down hill climb and that could be tiring. The first few kilometers was through the mountains and then once we reached the villages below, it was a normal walk through the picturesque village en route to Chamba. This was one of the most enjoyable walk of all four days.
The guides had to decide between walking through the mountains or taking the easier and longer route through normal route. They did a reci mission in the morning and came back that all was safe to go. It was better to go down the road than climb up to the normal road.
Snow covered the whole route for quite a distance. It was not a steep climb but slipping on the slippery snow meant risk of breaking a bone or two.
Everybody walked as careful as possible. The soft mud mixed with the wet snow to make a deadly slushy combination. My very costly shoes slipped in the snow but I made my way as slowly as possible. I was more worried about falling down and crushing my camera. So for some time Mathew would carry and sometimes I would hang it by my neck.
Gradually the snow reduced after some distance and we had some firm ground to walk on.
And finally the snow disappeared.
The downhill road meant walking down fast. What if we couldn’t stop in time. It was foggy but it was getting warmer. At least I felt warmer
Our Guide standing on the edge of a stone of a cliff. My feet wobbled at the thought of going there.
This was supposed to be my best picture but I moved and choosed the wrong mode to shoot. The picture ruined but it still finds place here. It had the potential to be the best picture. Ashwin standing on the edge of the cliff with the mountains in the background.
I could not get the effect with Mathew. The cliff wasn’t that close
A small river flowed below and this was the route to cross on the other side.
The bridge was strong enough held by cables at either end. This was a new bridge because last year the old bridge burnt down. Last year the trekkers had to walk a long distance to get to another bridge to cross the river.
After we crossed the river, we reached a small village after which the road to Chamba was through normal tar road