But we did, by 12.45ish we were at the Gurudwara. Well for me, I always thought we trek hard and reach the peak and from there the view is worth it but this was honestly not. It was a Gurudwara which gave us some really delicious Langar which I had twice and some hot water, but then that was it.
Nothing lifting me up spiritually, no amazing view as there were clouds everywhere. That was it. I had walked so much, bent down here and there to pick up trash, got wet in the rain but at the end of it all, at a personal level as I am not the most religious person out there, I guess at some level I was disappointed.
But as they say, it is all about the journey and not the destination. That it surely was a wonderful journey. With pit stops for snacks, amazing conversations and many beautiful people willing to help us at every step.
We then started our walk back by 1.45 with me suddenly wanting to be the last one down, wanting the whole trail to myself so we started walking like we were strolling in the park. Though that took time and by the time we had done 3/4th of the trail back we were exhausted walking slow and the actual people at the end were not seen anywhere so we just walked the last quarter at a normal pace and made it back by 5.
No prizes for guessing what my oxygen reading was that evening. Back to the low 81, but surprisingly no one asked me to take a Diamox and just let me be eating my gulab jamun and only asking if I was high as I was just laughing. They had named us laughing Budhha apparently. Still not sure if that is a good thing or bad.