I reached Kohima late at night, at least late as per Kohima winter standard. First view of the city for me was from across the valley while seating in the back seat of a car driving towards the city itself. The hills were illuminated by the lights from the streets and houses. Even through darkness of night I could make out the outlines of the hills as it waved over the community of lights making a sort of roofing on top of them. Looking at the vastness of it one could tell that this was not a hill station, but a city built on a hill. And that fit perfectly with the agenda I had in my mind.complete article
Last night had been cold and painful. A chilly wind blew relentlessly across the field outside and poured inside through the countless holes of my bamboo cottage. On top of that, my leg muscles screamed their presence with rigorous aching, an aftereffect from the cycling earlier that day. My stuff were scattered across the room, some on the other bed, some hanging and some inside the almirah. I knew I had to pack. But neither getting out of bed, nor engaging my legs into any activity sounded appealing at that time. So I gave in and let myself fall asleep under two warm blankets. This morning, however, was sort of a miracle. I woke up feeling neither cold nor pain. I was as fit as I ever could be and the thick fog outside meant that the temperature had increased significantly. I got up, got ready, packed up and walked into the foggy morning outside to start off my long journey for Kohima.complete article
We are always in lookout for something new, something unexplored. There is a constant desire to unfold a mystery or discover something hidden. Probably it’s driven by the same thirst that took our ancestors all around the world. But sometimes on your quest, you stumble upon a place so innocent, so beautiful that you wish it was never discovered. The magic of the place lies in its secrecy itself. And that’s how Chopta made me feel...complete article
It was a cloudy night and there wasn’t a single star visible on sky. But down in the valley thousand stars sparkled through the chilly night air. I sat at a bench near the edge of the hotel and soaked in this view with the silence and darkness all around me. I could see what a beautiful place it had once been. And it still was, somewhere within all the cacophony of people.complete article
On day 3 of our Valley of flowers trip, we finally did the last leg of trek and saw the beautiful valley. It was an easier trek compared to the road we took upto Ghangaria.complete article
Second day of our journey started on Sunday morning at 6:30 AM from Joshimath and ended in Ghangaria by afternoon. This was the hardest day of our journey where we had to trek 11 kilometers of rocky rock through a ever climbing way.
The name “Valley of Flower” pops up so often in travel blogs & sites that even before I knew it I had started unconsciously planning a trip to this beautiful valley. The plan finally materialized in last August. It was the best time to visit and we had a few holidays in one week. So we planned to fly north and travel further north to the valley.
Route we took: Mumbai – Dehradun – Joshimath – Govindghat – Pulna – Ghangaria – Valley Of Flower
Here is the full story of our travel... complete article