It was some two years ago that I decided that I felt the urge to travel through the Himalayas. I have been trekking for a number of years but the thought of trekking there languished in the dusty lanes of wishful thinking.
This time around, I decided to act upon the idea and contacted a few friends who were already into trekking. But the idea to join them never materialised as words like ‘fitness’, ‘mountain sickness’, were thrown at me. My plan fizzled out, remaining thus for another six months.
Cut to six months later.
I was fitter, well read about the risks, and had to now get down to the decision of choosing my first. I was in a quandary of gargantuan proportions. The problem was of choice - a ‘multi-optioned, equally attractive, abundant options’ kind of problem.
It was a long, well-thought decision and a tremendously amazing one, in hindsight. If you need help making your decision, you might want to read about how to make your pick, here.
I chose the Hampta Pass for what it is, an amazing potpourri of everything that one can ask for in a Himalayan trek - lush green meadows, glacial rivers, snow bridges, a desert-ish track, ice - cold river crossings, tall pine forests and the thrill of a lifetime. There are really no words to describe the feeling one gets from admiring an entire valley from what can be best described as an overhang, especially from one that’s at a staggering 14,000 feet.