What was I thinking? Where did I get the nerve to plan a hillside trip in the monsoon season? I did check the weather forecast for the next four days and like an ominous sign, the illustration above the forecast showed sinister looking dark clouds and bolts of lightning. There will be thunderstorms for the entire week. Should I trust the forecast? I checked the weather situation on all the states we have to pass by and it was the same all through out, up to the hills and to our final destination. It was going to be a 12 hour drive, half of it on the hillsides.
On the morning of our departure I awoke with uncertainty about our trip. I told my husband we don’t have to go but he assured me it was going to be alright. I looked at Babar and thought how he must be missing the hills and the spacious space where he can run so I thought, what the hell, this trip would be an adventure. It did became a nail biting adventure, for me at least. Hubby did not even break a sweat.
We were already out of the city when the heavens opened up and poured out all its watery contents over our heads. The wiper of the car worked over time, but still it was not fast enough to clear the tons of water cascading on the windshield of the car. We could not see anything in front of us but a thick wall of rain. We stopped when it was getting dangerous. The same narrative recurred during the entire trip until we reached the hillside. Over there another element added to this thrilling experience. Fog. We snaked up slowly and drove gingerly in zero visibility. Once in a while the fog cleared up to give us a view of what lies for us up ahead. It showed us the tip of the mountain shrouded in thick clouds. After a few hours we were literally driving through a thick blanket of clouds. I held my breath each time we turn on a curve which we could barely see if not for the light coming from the trucks driving toward us.
It was six in the evening when we reached Narkanda, as instructed by the manager of Agyaat Vaas resort, where we would be staying, we drove to Baghi road. Darkness was fast approaching when we saw the fork in the road. We had to take the middle one leading to Hatu peak. It was just a cycle track really. Only wide enough for one car to pass. And we had to climb 5 kilometers of it to reach 3400 meters where our destination lies. 15 minutes had never seemed longer. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds when a huge white SUV came nose to nose with our car on a curve. What to do. We had to go back down with one of the rear wheel hanging for dear life until we found a space wide enough for the other car to pass by. The driver of the other car told us they had to turn back for it was much too dangerous to climb any further. My heartbeat went into over drive.
When I alighted from the car, upon reaching our hotel, my legs were shaking. Babar jumped from the car in wild excitement and dipped his nose in the first puddle he saw. He ran and ran. Ahead of us and then towards us,wagging his tail gratefully. I laughed. We made it in one piece. Thanks to the steely nerves of my husband.
As we walked down towards our cottage nestled in the misty woods, I felt like I was walking inside a fairy tale. The place was romantic and mysterious.
Different seasons in the hills have different challenges but different rewards too. The jungle has never been more beautiful. Everything was so lush, fresh and green. The weather was incredible. It was very pleasant with just a little bit of chill.
As the forecast predicted it did rain for the whole week. So we sipped chai as we watched the rain and, munched on tasty pakoras. I read an entire novel in 5 hours straight. A slim volume by Haruki Murukami, The West Of The Border East of The Sun. Hubby got all the rest he needed. Babar ran as much as he wanted, rain, mud and all.
On the few hours it stopped raining we were able to trek towards a wide lovely meadow called Jau Bagh where numerous wild horses were grazing peacefully undisturbed even by our presence, even by Babar’s excitement.
The most unforgettable thing about the trip was how awesome it was to walk in the clouds. To see a wisp of it rising up from the ground like a thick smoke from a fire. How it touches my shoulder. I almost wondered I had died and gone to heaven.
-JMKhapra copyright 2013