Day 3:
Date: 20th June
Time: About 5 a.m. in the morning
Location: A hotel in Govindghat.
For the second consecutive day, we started our journey early in the morning. This day was special to us in many aspects. From now onward we were on foot. This day also marked the start of mountain trekking, the flagship feature of our trip. We were to spend next few days on mountains without any connection with the outer world.
| At the bridge |
Finally our trekking started and we marched toward Ghanghariya. Soon our group split into two subgroups. I, Parag, Arjun and Arpit were walking at our pace while Abhinav, Dixit and Pelu were coming behind us. Rain stopped, Sunlight appeared, weather improved and we continued our journey.
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| Our fellow traveler |
For the first time in our trip we witnessed mountains from such a close distance. A big wall of stone on one side and a thousand feet deep valley on the other was enough to prod us for the journey. Early in the morning we even witnessed the trace of the clouds from close vicinity. The road to Ghanghariya was busy with fellow travelers. Incidentally we were the only group on the path without any Sikh member. The road was populated not only by humans but also by horses which were crossing us at regular intervals. Soon we found a beautiful water-fall along the side of the road. Here we relaxed and clicked some photos. The journey continued with breaks at regular intervals. The whole path was crowded by dhabas which were selling food items at a premium. As the altitude increased, the prices of the food stuff also increased. By the end of the journey our fatigue and tiredness was at its optimal level. Normal food stuff was not helping any more. To our comfort we found a langar being managed by the volunteers, which was distributing dry fruits and drinks.
| Legendary pic |
Our 13 k.m. long trekking ended at a Police Chowky which is a sort of landmark in that area. We found our luggage lying there in a dumped state. All of us checked our luggage and I found that my bag has been exchanged with some other bag. Its implications were that all my clothes, blankets and most importantly money has also gone with that bag. The situation was serious not only for me but also for the whole group because it was now my turn to pay the money for our expenses. Hundreds of travellers have crossed that path every hour since morning. Searching for a bag in the thousands of tourists over there was like looking for a needle in a haystack. To make the situation worse the mule owner who brought the luggage here was also missing. I went to Gurudwara and asked the Granthi to make an announcement about a blue bag being exchanged. He asked me to deposit the bag I have at Gurudwara. While at Gurudwara I looked for the bag among hundreds of pilgrims who were staying over there but the chances of locating a small bag among hundreds similar were very remote.
While I was coming back to our base from the Gurudwara, I was looking at the restaurants and dhabas with the hope of finding a clue about my bag and BINGO!!! There was it, lying near a chair, in a dhaba, with a lady. I went to her and said in a polite tone, “Mata Ji, Ye Bag…” and she started in a full Punjabi tone, “Oye Badal Gaya, Oye Badal Gaya”. And here it was, my bag, my and ours group Lifeline for the rest of the tour.
| View from the room |
We went ahead, looked for the rooms in the hotel, even contemplated about staying in the Gurudwara and finally booked the room at a whopping Rs.4000 for a day. I don’t think any other place in India commands such a high premium. Even a STD call was charged at Rs.20 per minute.
The room was damp, dark and dingy. The only savior was the view that the room provided-beautiful, sky kissing mountains. That was all for the day. Next day we had to visit, “VALLEY OF FLOWERS”.![]() |
| Our Route (From A to B) |












