Manali trip turned out to be the most adventurous trip ever for me, and before leaving I thought "yaar kitne kam log ja rahe
hai, whom i know”. I guess it was more enjoyable because we never expected events to turn out as they did later (Expectation kills the thrill). Anyways, we left for Manali in our old PU bus with an old driver speeding us dangerously amidst the deep valleys and high mountains. On reaching we got fresh in our hotel rooms and bamm-we were
trekking. Yeah we were trekking right away and nobody among us had ever imagined, that we were going to trek for whole day and the coming night, till 6:30 in the morning, nextday. We crossed 1 feet wide paths, plunging deeply to death (I swear, my mom would faint if I ever show her where we were holding onto on that day on the side of that
mountain). Well we crossed them safely, trekked continuously for hours and ended up on the bank of river BEAS, just to find out that we cannot cross it without being swept away. We had to lumber along the Rocky River bank till we came across a habitation where they had made a wooden bridge. While still trekking, stupid nikhil & kshitij aggarwal found out somewhere that it was a moonless night and there is going to be a HIPPI party at an unknown place in the mountains, and only Foreigners and the Rikshaw wallas knew how to reach there. There tongue came out like thirsty foxes when they came to know that there would be dancing angrezi mems and free-flowing liquor. We pataofied a Rikshaw walla in whopping 300 bucks to lead us to the party. He led us to an isolated mountain and pointed to the top of that mountain. I, kshitij & nikhil and the Rikshaw walla were standing at around midnight at the foot of that mountain staring up to find out if there was some light or bass noises from the party. But there were none. We turned to the Rikshaw walla who then pointed to a path set by toilet papers left at few meters away from each other, leading to the party. Unwillingly we handed over the money to the Rikshaw walla and started marching up the damn cliff. Hum teen, amawas ki raat, aur torch ek!! Bahut nainsaafi hai. So we formed a human chain with the person in the front holding the torch. We trekked for around two hours non-stop (we were too afraid to stop, trekking kept our minds divulged from the ghosts and wild animal thoughts), when we saw two radium torches revolving the air though strings attached to them. That was the first sight of light in the last two hours apart from our own torch''s. We were so happy to know that some human beings in addition to us were also there on that cliff. We reached the party spot, we were welcomed to the bonfire and a huge deck system blasting out noise everywhere. Some chicks were also dancing(not as many as we surmised-u remember the thing about expectation I said before). All three of us were amazed as to where was all that noise getting lost, since it was pin drop silence at the foot of the same cliff, some time before. This is the beauty of nature, we concluded. We rested our fatigue muscles for a little while listening to the music and feeling the chilled breeze, and we felt fresh as new. Nature’s beauty again. So at 5:30 after the sunrise we trekked down again. We took a lift from a truck to our hotel. We slept like fatigued horses in our hotel rooms and missed what our other mates did during that day. Then it was time to go back and some of us guys decided to leave early and do white water rafting in kullu. That was also a blast. At the end of the rafting we lit a bonfire on the banks of beas and danced like tribals around it all night, when the rest of our mates caught up with us later in the dusk. That was the most happening trek & tour of my life would be KULLU-MANALI
Where fun just happened on every step.