One week in the mountains on a 5k budget. HRTC ordinary buses that break your back and test your spirit. On foot on the narrowest cliffs. Hitchhiking to the last village on India-Tibet border.
Cucumbers for breakfast, landslides for lunch.
Cold deserts, warm people, treacherous roads, breathtaking views, one Buddhist wedding and one magical journey.
And I have relished every single of these moments that I breathed the Himalayan air in. I knew what I was signing up for, and never did I regret my brave decision or fret over my well being. Here's my story!
As the news channels continued to forecast news of landslides, incessant rainfall and floods in the month of August, I cancelled my trip twice before I said, "hell yeah!! I gotta go!". And so I did in the third week of August, took a courageous decision of going to Kinnaur, despite the odds and that too by HRTC buses!
Delhi – Rampur Bushahr – Reckong Peo – Kalpa – Roghi
After a tiring journey of 15 hours from Delhi to Rampur in a noisy bus, I brushed my teeth by a hand pump, had some cucumbers at the bus stand and hurriedly boarded the bus to Reckong Peo. Thus, started my long love affair with HRTC, filled with adventure, trust, admiration and tiny hiccups along the way.
Buses for Reckong Peo are available every half an hour from Rampur. I was accompanied by locals, some equally maverick travellers and loud Bollywood music from the 90's.