Come monsoon and the Sahyadris of Maharashtra get a stunning makeover. Emerald hills, roaring waterfalls, sprawling valleys enveloped in mist – its all just too irresistible! Here’s an account of one such gorgeous monsoon trek that I went on – Kalsubai – the highest peak in the Western Ghats of Maharashtra.
We clubbed a long-due plan of bike ride on kid brother’s new bike with a hike to Kalsubai peak. We started sometime in the afternoon from Pune, it took us around midnight to reach the base village near Bhandardara given the long route plus the incessant rains. A few friends had travelled from Mumbai and had reached there around evening. Our host, a local, was waiting for us with hot dinner of bhakri and bhaji – the yummiest, simplest and healthiest food one can find in the Maharashtrian villages.
Next morning we started for the Kalsubai shikhar. It was drizzling so we had geared up in our raincoats and jackets. To my horror, the trail was infested with tiny blood-sucking insects, something similar to ticks/flea. And try as much as I did, I couldn’t completely avoid them (and so yes came back with several itchy bites & marks adding to the leech marks from Sikkim and tick marks from Nagarhole forests ) That’s the worst part for me about any monsoon treks, though I love the rains, the trails and the experience, this is one thing I hate the most. And maybe coz I hate it, I end up getting bitten too I guess.
The hike was a pleasant one, except at one point. almost near the summit. One needs to climb an iron ladder installed here, which gets really tricky and kinda slippery in rains. My bunch of adventurous friends decided to go around and climb the cliff on the side of the steep rock face. I was convinced because after all, a little adventure would make these memories more stronger and last forever 🙂
A little temple stood undisturbed in the crazy wind at the summit. We were completely bowled over by the powerful wind and the rain drops that were now capable of hurting us. We were literally shouting at the top of our lungs to talk to each other as the sound of the wind and rain was deafening. After spending a few minutes (trust me you just can’t stay there for long in that kind of rain and wind) we started the descend.
After spending the remaining day and sleeping to the soothing sounds of rain and quiet wind in a makeshift hut that night, we bid farewell to our hosts the following morning. There are a number of homestays in the base village that provide food, accommodation and a guide. Our host had arranged for us to stay somewhere up the hill, closer to the trail so we had a different kind of experience.
Drop me a message if you wish to trek with the same guide, he is honest and his family will host you very lovingly.
Monsoon treks are my favourite (except of course for the part where I have to deal with leeches/ticks/ etc). Do you like monsoon treks too? Which ones have you been on? Tell me which is your favourite one?
supposedly the best time for Goechala trek. But the rains hadn’t
ceased till early October that year and I was wondering whether I
should have waited for a few more days? Walking in the incessant
rains and slippery slopes of slush into the wilderness of the
Kanchenjunga National Park, I was both thrilled and irritated at the
Goechala trek was the last leg of my 1.5 month-long of solo backpacking in Sikkim. I had carefully chosen the early October dates, but who am I to plan anything anyway? What happened over the next few days was exhausting, challenging, thrilling, and insane, yes, but most of all it was a wonderful, overwhelming, fulfilling and soul-soothing experience that warms my heart even today when I look back and think of it.
My best friend & a fellow-volunteer I met while volunteering in the Sikkim Himalayan Academy decided to join me for the trek. The trek had begun at Yuksom – a quaint little town that was the first capital of Sikkim. Huddled close to the mountains, the charming town gave an insight into what was coming. The stunning views of the Kanchenjunga as seen from the window, the biting cold mountain wind and the undisturbed tranquillity was like a teaser of the grandeur that we were to experience over the next few days.
We met a team of 2, 20-something local boys who were to be our guide and porter, respectively. I profoundly thank these kind-hearted, genuine and absolutely lovely mountain people because of whom, I have been able to walk in the mighty mountains so far. And of course, the mountains themselves for being kind to me, always.
The younger one, the guide, whom I ended up naming Chyanu Bhai (meaning younger brother in local parlance, I may have got the spelling wrong though) by the end of the trek, looked so young that I was considering requesting for an experienced guide. Turned out that he actually had an experience of independently guiding groups to Goechala for the last 5-6 years. He had been assisting his elder brother (who is a seasoned trekker & trek leader for some of the reputed travel & outdoor companies) for years before independently taking up the guide’s role.
Entering The Kanchenjunga National Park
After getting the permits checked, we walked through the gate of the Kanchenjunga National Park feeling exhilarated. The walk was comfortable with a gradual climb, soothing forest views and the sun shining all the way up to the point where we halted for lunch. We met a few other trekkers, made way for many ‘Dzo’s – the big yak-like creatures that are used to carry the stuff uphill. Chyanu told me those aren’t really yaks, but a crossbreed of yaks and buffalos/bulls.
The trail this day
involved crossing a few bridges that were laced with the colourful
prayer flags, and milky white water gushing underneath with a roar.
“It is from places such as these that the wind carries the prayers
and the soothing sounds of waterfalls far and wide into the valleys
and plains, spreading the blessings of the mountains”, Chyanu said,
with a sense of pride when he saw me looking fondly at the waterfall
cascading beneath and touching the prayer flags. I smiled and told
him I completely agree with him – how could I not? It was true,
It felt cooler as we
advanced higher and deeper into the thickets of the Khangchendzonga
National Park in the later hours. And in no time, it started
drizzling. Chyanu urged us to walk faster, but the slopes were
getting slippery with mud & droppings of the dzos (I had
accidentally dunked my feet in it once and felt awful the whole
In spite of speeding up the pace, we were not able to reach the camp as the rains got pretty heavy. We saw some makeshift huts about an hour before our actual campsite. We were super tired and it was getting dark too. Our resourceful porter spoke to the locals and managed to arrange for us to spend the night there. We were starting to feel the cold of the mountains now. It was here that I tasted the first local drink of Sikkim – ‘thongba’ or ‘bamboo’ – as it is more popularly known as, with our hosts while waiting for dinner. The thongba is made of millets and is served in a container made of bamboo. I don’t remember well how it tasted but I sure do remember the hearty laughter as we sipped and passed around the thongba, aroma of the lentils being cooked, subtle warmth of the firewood and the sound of rain falling outside.
There was rain throughout the day 2 and honestly, I couldn’t look around much while walking as I had to be careful of my footings. It was getting difficult to keep up a good pace but we did manage somehow. On day 3 we woke up to a clear sky and the walk this day was such a relief – not only because it didn’t rain but because the walk was lovely. We hiked through dreamy meadows where the free, wild horses grazed at a distance, made our way through hazy forests, walked along and crossed many icy streams – the walk was just too beautiful! The peaks surrounding us were still enveloped in the clouds, giving the whole scene a very dream-like and unearthly look and feel.
By the time we
reached our campsite at Dzongri, it had started raining heavily
again. I was to learn an important lesson here – never to
underestimate the mountain weather – not that I ever did but on the
Goechala trek (in the month of October, when it doesn’t normally
rain so much) it came as a strong reminder of how unpredictable and
so damn powerful it is. Most of our bags along with its contents,
shoes & socks got drenched. That night we spent a good deal of
time in the kitchen tent drying our shoes and socks (mainly) and
discussing whether to move ahead or wait for the weather to clear.
Next morning we packed up and started walking towards the next
destination – Thansing.
Trek to Thansing was
again a pleasant one, though it drizzled intermittently. We were
inching closer to the last campsite, the views were more unobstructed
and overwhelming, colourful patches of wild flora dotted the
stretches, mounds of boulders, and grassy slopes kept the sight of
trekker’s huts at Thansing hidden away from us.
We were about 1ish
km away from the campsite, exhausted but happy with the walk and the
enchanted by the beauty. Though the campsite was still not in sight,
we spotted our porter walking towards us three mugs and a kettle of
hot black tea. He had reached the camp with the luggage, prepared tea
for us and walked back all the way to serve us tea in the middle of
nowhere – saving us the walk till the camp to have it – such are
these kind-hearted mountain people 🙂
The Thansing campsite is my most favourite one ever, though I was able to see the surrounding beauty only after returning from the final climb to Goechala viewpoint and before starting the return journey. Apparently, there are 3 spots or viewpoints (named so for convenience I believe) – viewpoint 3 being closest to the Goecha pass. But as per the rule put up by the Sikkim government, no one is allowed beyond viewpoint 1 – not sure if it’s still the case. So be sure to confirm this and if you can go further and beyond then I guess nothing like it. I learned only later that you don’t really trek up all the way to the actual Goecha Pass due to restrictions by the government. Now I’m not too sure of the reasons, but only wish it will be allowed some time in the future.
It still rained continuously when we reached Thansing. The thick mist obstructed the beautiful views of the surrounding valley & peaks that you can so clearly see otherwise. Though I was thoroughly enjoying the trek and every experience added to it, I was a little disheartened as continued rain could mean we’d have to turn back without visiting the Goechala viewpoint. We had a buffer day but I dearly wished the rains took a break. That night, oblivious to the snowy peaks that towered the clearing where we camped, I prayed for a clear day before falling asleep to the sound of mountain rains.
Trekking To Lam Pokhri
Next morning as planned, we set out for the Lam Pokhri lake that is almost to the east of Thansing. It was intermittently drizzling and misty. The mist lifted every now and then to reveal a few smaller, unnamed lakes – absolutely clear and pristine. Halfway through, we met a few European trekkers who had also set out for Lam Pokhri but had to return without visiting the lake, as the weather ahead had turned bad; we too considered turning back to Thansing. The mist cover was getting thicker and though we traced our steps back the same way we came, I couldn’t see some of those smaller lakes that we saw earlier.
The Final Climb
Towards The Goecha Pass
It was the last day,
last chance, I prayed fervently. I think every trekker that day at
the Thansing campsite was praying for a clear day. Chyanu told us he
will keep a check on the weather and wake us up at 12.30 am. We ate
and slept early that evening with a mix of excitement and
At 12.30 am, we woke
up – happy at the sight of clear skies. With head torches strapped
to our forehead and geared with a day pack, we finally started
trekking at 1.15 am. I looked up and gaped at the millions of stars
shining in the dark sky and the many snowy peaks along with
Kanchenjunga shimmering in the soft silvery moonlight – no matter
how much I try I just cannot put the feeling the whole scene
instilled in me, in words here.
knowing how or what the trek path looked like and putting all our
faith in the mountains, the guide and his experience, we trekked for
4 hours straight reaching just before sunrise at the viewpoint 1 to
witness something extraordinarily beautiful, something grand…
I stood awestruck at
the grand sight that was unfolding before me. The mighty Mount
Kanchenjunga stood majestically as if being crowned by the golden ray
of sun, turning the world’s third highest mountain into a golden
spectacle. Soon the other snowy peaks too bathed in gold. We can go
on without not seeing such sights ever in our life and it wouldn’t
change much but seeing something this powerful will guaranteed change
something inside you – not being preachy and you’ll agree with me
too if you have even once seen a sunrise from the mountain top.
On our way back
after witnessing the riches of nature, we saw the actual trail that
we took in the dark of the night – and it was a very beautiful one.
We halted for breakfast by the Samiti Lake and its lovely
reflections. Another campsite – Lamuney is around here and though
it is closer to Goechala, Thansing is the most preferred site for
many favourable reasons.
Tshoka – a tiny
Tibetan settlement was our last camp. You’d see a few houses,
trekker’s huts, a monastery, a lake and lots of pretty views. Being
back broke the trance and solace of the mountains I walked in the
past few days but I was at peace. That day I walked around, stayed up
late and woke up early to soak in the essence of the mountains as
much as possible, one last time, before we started the final descend,
physically leaving the mountains behind but feeling it in every pore
of my skin.
A book, a movie or simply for the sweet sake of wandering, whatever may have inspired you to plan your first trek – go for it! It’s never too late to start anything that has been on your mind for long. However, to do something you’ve never done before and because trekking in the mountains is way different from a leisure stroll, you need a fair amount of groundwork. Inadequate preparations and half-baked knowledge can turn a great experience into an unpleasant one.
Get ready for that first memorable trek of yours, here’s how I did it.
Getting started: Once you have made up your mind for trekking, start training your body as well. Get a medical checkup done to rule out any major health issues. Hit the gym or add breathing exercises, brisk walk or a jog to your routine. Gradually set slightly higher goals and work towards achieving them. Giving up on unhealthy lifestyle choices will work great too.
Choosing the trek: Though no trek can possibly be called ‘easy’, it is very important for a beginner to choose the first trek appropriately. Many who do not consider this point often return disappointed, sometimes even without completing the trek. Walking in the mountains is not same as walking in the plains. Not everyone’s body reacts the same way to factors like difficulty level of the trail and the altitude. Therefore choose an easy trek first so that you do not risk yourself or others in any way.
Pack light: The key to enjoy that ‘first’ trek is to pack as light as possible. You do not want to be forever exhausted by carrying a heavy load and missing out on all the fun you came for. By the rule of thumb, pack only the things that are absolutely necessary and ditch those that you won’t even need/use in the mountains.
Pack right: The weather in the Himalayas is quite unpredictable. Check the weather forecast before you pack. The winters are especially bitter, so invest in good quality winter wears; freezing up will be no fun. To keep it light, pack a good waterproof rain jacket that will come handy on windy days and also save you from the odd rain showers. Layering is the trick for really cold days and nights. Throw in a down jacket; the nights even on a summer trek are cold. Pack the fleece/waterproof hand gloves, woolen cap, balaclava, etc., depending on the trek.
The Gear: Most of the trekking gear can be rented. Depending on your trek buy/rent trekking poles, crampons, gaiters, sleeping bags, etc. for these are going to make the trekking easy and comfortable. Get a sturdy backpack with a good shoulder and back support. Get a good pair of dark sunglasses with UV protection and sunblock/sunscreen with higher SPF.
The shoes: Since you’ll be walking most of the time and the terrain may be rugged, it is crucial that you wear the right kind of shoes. Wearing uncomfortable shoes will ruin the trek, not to mention causing pain, blisters or injuries. You don’t necessarily have to burn a hole in your pocket for the right shoes. Buy the best shoes you can afford based on comfort. Also remember to break-in the shoes well before the actual trek. Pack enough liner socks and warm wool socks ensuring fresh, dry pairs of socks are always available.
Fueling the body: Though you may choose an easy trek to begin with, your body is still going to use up a lot of energy while trekking. Pack some chocolates, energy bars or dried fruits (remember to keep light) that you can munch on to refuel the body. Keep a water bottle handy. Take regular sips to stay hydrated and to keep the fatigue at bay.
The pace: Everyone has a different pace of walking and it is perfectly fine. You may be the slowest of the lot and that’s okay. Remember the hare and the tortoise? You are trekking for a reason and not to race with someone. So maintain the pace you are comfortable with and build your rhythm. Do not push yourself. You may want your guide to know about it though, just so that he/she is aware and won’t get edgy.
Walking in snow/ice: The best tip for this is to – follow the guide! No one knows the place better than the locals. Walking on snow/ice is fun but it’s also challenging at the same time. You’ll develop the skill to tap the pole and gauge by the sound eventually, but until then, follow the guide and observe well. If you are not sure, do not step. Do not go to the edge of snow ever – you could be stepping a cornice. Most importantly, do not walk alone.
You’re about to step out of your comfort zone and follow your heart. So remember to have fun and enjoy the trek. Explore the wilderness and the mountains to your heart’s content. Feel the wind in your hair; get some tan, watch the sun rise and set over the mountains. Be in the moment and leave all the worries behind. Create your memories for a lifetime.
“Phoolon ki Ghati” the board read, meaning “Valley of Flowers”. A mountain stood tall behind it with its peak buried in the wispy clouds. The mist moved about slowly with an aim to embrace everything in its path.
Incredible! I thought aloud, as I stood captivated by the magnificent view. I stood where the path forked after crossing a gorge & a massive stream. I would take the other path the following day to trek along the glaciers to another wondrous place called Hemkund Sahib. The weather had cleared that morning & day was perfect for the much-awaited trek into the Valley. Perfect weather meant no thick fog, light or no rain, but the temperature would still typically range from 15 to 8 ˚Celsius (59 to 46 ˚F); nights being especially cold. Geared up with my day-pack, a light jacket, and a raincoat hanging around the waist I started trekking towards the fabled Valley, breathing in lungs full of freshest-ever air.
The Valley of flowers can be reached by trekking around 16 km from Govindghat to Ghangria. Porters & ponies are available as well, but of course trekking is the thrill most prefer. There are helipads at the base in Govindghat and near Ghangria too, and that apart no other vehicles are available on the top (such bliss!) We halted at Ghangria the previous evening & trekked to the Valley at the following daybreak.
Hidden for centuries, the Valley was first discovered by Frank Smythe & R.L. Holdsworth, when they chanced upon it in 1931. The story of this discovery is quite interesting too. While returning from a successful Kamet expedition – the second highest mountain in Garhwal Himalayas, Smythe & Holdsworth were caught in a thick fog and lost their way, however, they continued walking. But as the clouds cleared away gradually, they found themselves standing amidst a fairyland bustling with zillion wildflowers.
As I inched closer to the valley, it was like a fairytale come true. Glacier melted afar, air crisp with assorted fragrance, meandering clouds almost touching the ground, cold stream gushing & freezing the breeze that touched it, and wide stretches dotted with dainty, vibrant flowers surrounded by lush mountains. Half expecting to hear the tinkling of the fairy chimes; I walked amazed by the stunning flowers & enthralling beauty of the place.
This enchanted land lays frozen for about 6-7 months of the year. As the snow starts melting in April, the seeds start germinating. The valley is in full bloom between July to August (which is of course the best time to visit), after which the plants start maturing. The valley changes its colors every few days as new flowers bloom. By the end of September most plants are bearing seeds & berries, and the valley soon gets covered by the fresh snow as the Himalayan winter sets in. Stretched over a span of 87.5 sq. km, the valley is a glacial corridor about 8 km long and 2 km wide; with an altitude of 10500-12000 feet (approx.). The Pushpawati River flowing in the vicinity is adorned with pink Epilobium latifolium, commonly known as ‘River beauty’ during its flowering season and is quite a sight, our guide told us.
We wandered deeper into the valley and reached the memorial of Joan Margaret Legge – a botanist who had slipped and fell off and was forever retained by the garden of gods. A memorial with beautiful inscription stands on the burial spot.
I breathed in a waft of fresh air, and let my thoughts drift away with the valley’s breeze – over the flower beds, into the gurgling streams, among the stray clouds, along the slopes & over the thriving mountains. The Pushpawati meandered gently from afar as I sat savoring the quiet moments of this alpine valley, where fairies reside.
Important: Valley of flowers is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, please be a responsible traveler. Take nothing but memories & leave nothing but footprints.
~She leaves a tiny part of her heart everywhere she travels and memories from the place fill up the void in her heart and soul.~
Splash! A leap of faith taken! The surface closing overhead, you are sinking in slowly. Buoyancy is working its science but the weights on you help you descend into the colorless waters. You hear the sound of your breath and your heartbeat regulates with the rhythm of the quiet waters. Tranquility takes over and everything becomes still, even the chaotic thoughts go hush. An absolute peace pervades as you glide weightlessly in the vibrant underwater realm.
No, it’s not a dream; it’s a Scuba Dive experience, attempted in words, though some experiences cannot be articulated.
Scuba Diving is gaining popularity in India, given its vast coastline & numerous islands. Land locked on one side & surrounded by seas on the other three; peninsular India offers a whooping chance to experience some of the most unparalleled adventures.The many islands in the Andaman and Arabian Seas with its incredibly rich marine life and pristine undersea world provide boundless opportunities to experience the mysterious world beneath the waves. The dive sites here are some of the best ones in the world.
Listed below are the places in India where you can go Scuba Diving.
Located 300KM off the coast of Kerala, Lakshadweep – meaning one hundred thousand islands, is a stunning archipelago. Closer to Maldives, these palm-covered, sand-skirted coral islands have best of the dive sites. Its pristine turquoise lagoons, unspoiled coral reefs & diverse marine life are diver’s paradise. Bangaram is a popular choice among the travelers. Dive to witness the colorful reef visited by manta rays, turtles, and occasional whale shark.
Located in the middle of nowhere, the Andaman Islands are a remote archipelago of about 300 islands floating in the Andaman Sea. Havelock is the most popular one for its legendary beaches and best dive sites. The island’s opaque emerald waters are home to vibrant coral reefs and rich marine life. Dive to see barracudas, batfish, turtles join the schools of snapper amidst the colorful coral & sponges. The pristine snow-white beaches put up a great show at the purple sunsets.
Buzzing with tourists and visitors from all over the world all year round, Goa needs no introduction. Diving off Goa’s Grand Island into the Arabian Sea has a charm of its own. Dive in the crystal clear water here and glide over the lush coral gardens, school of fish and historic shipwrecks of Spanish & Portuguese ships.
Located off the coast of Karnataka, Netrani Island is a remote piece of land floating in the Arabian Sea. It is known for its clear waters, rich marine life and variety of coral. As it’s located further out in the open waters of the Arabian Sea, divers have also spotted humpback, killer whale and occasional whale sharks passing by their migratory routes.
French colony, cobbled streets, faded colonial-era townhouses, Boho-chic vibes, French food, spirituality and Auroville that’s Puducherry (former Pondicherry) located on the southeastern coast of India. Drift Diving off Pondicherry into the Bay of Bengal is gaining popularity due to the marine life spotted here. A great range of fan corals, whale sharks, manta rays, school of jack fish & other rays can also be seen.