With great trepidation we embarked on our first trek to the Himalayan region of Uttarakhand. A place called Har ki Dun, which means Valley of the Gods.
The trip started on the wrong foot with Sona getting a vicious dog bite on the previous evening of our journey. Lot of speculations, phone calls to my brother and ifs and buts preceded our travel. Finally we all reached Mumbai, from where we had booked the evening train to Delhi to meet the other trekkers in the group for the train to Dehradun.
The trek to this place brought us closer to nature, the God that I believe in, and the people living here. Simple living, where power and internet connectivity has not yet touched their lives, where happiness is measured in "toffees" that the village children ask when you encounter them, where life is entwined with nature and the weather. Rain, hail, snow storms or a clear day with fluffy clouds kissing the mountain tops we got it all in this 5 days of bliss. Enjoy the pictures
The trip started on the wrong foot with Sona getting a vicious dog bite on the previous evening of our journey. Lot of speculations, phone calls to my brother and ifs and buts preceded our travel. Finally we all reached Mumbai, from where we had booked the evening train to Delhi to meet the other trekkers in the group for the train to Dehradun.
The trek to this place brought us closer to nature, the God that I believe in, and the people living here. Simple living, where power and internet connectivity has not yet touched their lives, where happiness is measured in "toffees" that the village children ask when you encounter them, where life is entwined with nature and the weather. Rain, hail, snow storms or a clear day with fluffy clouds kissing the mountain tops we got it all in this 5 days of bliss. Enjoy the pictures
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| Har Ki Dun - Valley of the Gods |
