The trek started from Jobra - an hour's drive from Manali with rain washed, lush-green valley views and river flowing throughout the trail. The sky was overcast with clouds descending upon the mountains, in a view which was utterly mesmerizing. Leaving the madness of the city behind we had ventured into the wilderness, a journey which would not only connect us with nature but disconnect us from all forms of technology. The ubiquitous device called cell phone would only serve the purpose of taking pictures, keeping a track of time and become our flash light at night. But we weren’t complaining, after all this is one experience our modern-day life has left us craving for...
Half-way into our trek we stopped for some tea and maggi. There’s something so satiating about having Maggi in the hills, it never tastes the way it does in the mountains. And no trek is ever complete without it.
The first campsite was Chika which took about 3 hours to reach. We were told, we had to pitch our own tents, what fun! we all thought. And then there was a 5 minute tutorial by our able trek lead Bhupendra and we all got to setting up our humble abode for the night. The sun had started to set and the temperature started to dip, we all changed into our warm clothes for the night and waited for our dinner to be served.
After taking our much deserved break we continued our journey which was now a steep descent to our campsite Shea-Goru. We could see our tents from above however the destination was still too far.
The trail was trickier than the ascent to Hampta Pass although the upside of the descent is that one doesn’t run short of breath. We however do stand the risk of getting sprained ankles, torn ligaments etc if the placement of the foot is incorrect.
It was afternoon by the time we reached our last campsite and from there we were to then make a trip to Chandratal. We got into cabs and set out on our 3 hour long journey to the much sought after Moonlake in Spiti.
Well, the ride in the cab was fun, with a wide collection of music in the cab driver’s pen drive. We grooved to the mushy Bollywood romantic numbers to the latest billboard tracks to psychedelic trance and in no time we had scaled across the desserts of Spiti to reach Chandratal.
The picturesque location that it is, the views just don’t seem to end. That’s the beauty of Himachal, even on our way back from Rohtang to Manali , we got fabulous views.
We finally reached Manali at 2 pm and had to catch a bus to Delhi at 6:30 pm. After spending 4 days in the wilderness we decided to freshen up and treat ourselves to a scrumptious lunch, we went to my favourite café The lazy dog, in Old Manali and raised a toast to yet another lifetime experience.