So it all started with planning a trip to relax our minds which were tired of living in the Concrete Jungle, Delhi. I and my friend Harshit were planning a trip and until the last moment, we were not even sure where we could go. While discussion we decided and canceled N number of places. We started with Jibhi, Nainital, Pangot, Mumbai, Goa, Leh, Spiti and many other places. At last, we decided to go to Jibhi and relax for 3 days in Mudhouse Hostel which is owned by Rahul Kumar (@theknowntales). We loved their concept. I enquired about the availability of beds in their dorms but unfortunately, they didn't have the beds. But they offered us tents and we were pretty cool with that.
On 25th July 2018 at 4 in the morning, we started our journey from Delhi in my Fiat Punto. After a light breakfast at Jhilmil dhaba in Karnal, we continued driving to Jibhi. When we reached Ambala, out of nowhere I asked Harshit "Hunny Spiti chalega?". And he was up for it. He got excited but there were some concerns which were forcing us to give it a second thought. The primary one was the absence of car tools like Tyre changing tools (Jack and paana), Towing hook, Towing Rope, Tyre Inflator without which I never plan a trip to such places. And the other reason being non-availability of proper clothing (Temperature in Spiti is in minus in some places). But the call of spiti was much more aggressive than these factors and we decided to start driving towards Spiti.
In Fagu, we stopped near an ATM to withdraw some cash. I sent Harshit to withdraw the cash, and in the meanwhile, I started checking the tires. I noticed that the air was very less in driver side front Tyre. As I told earlier we were neither carrying the Tyre changing tools, nor Tyre Inflator. I asked people where was the puncture Wala, and they said that it's very near. I decided to drive uptill there. As I reached the puncture shop, he diagnosed the Tyre and told me that there's a puncture on the side of Tyre and we'll have to put a tube in it, and I asked him to do the same as I didn't have any other options. I paid him Rs.700 for a tube and started driving.
We were planning our first stop at Narkanda but due to a shortage of time, we decided to stay at Negi Ji's Kinnar Kailash Camp in Rakcchham where I stayed around 5 years back on my first visit to Spiti. After crossing Narkanda, I called up Negi Ji and he said that his place was completely booked. That was a sad news for us as I was pretty much excited to have Rajma Chawal at Negi Ji's camp.
We started looking at the Maps. Suddenly Harshit noticed a place named Morang situated slightly before Spello. He remembered that there's his family friend, Baldev Bhaiya, who lives in Moorang and operates a PWD Guest House there. We called him up, and as soon as Harshit told Baldev Bhaiya that we're on our way to Spiti, his excitement level went to next level. He invited us to stay in his guest house and enjoy that day's dinner with him.
So we started driving towards Morang. Passing through some very beautiful and picturesque landscapes and driving around 800 KM on our first day, we finally reached Morang. Moorang is a small village located in the Kinnaur districtof Himachal. To reach there, one has to take a slip road from Powari, situated on the Nako road and drive for around 30KM. Drive from Powari to Moorang was fantastic in dark.
Finally, we reached the PWD guest house and parked our car. The guest house was too scary with no human around it. There was no light in and around the guest house. I and Harshit began thinking about the scary movies we have seen in which the actors go on an expedition and reach their hotels which are scary and only one caretaker is present in it.
We called up Baldev Bhaiya and he shouted "Namastey Hunny" from somewhere down the hill. He walked up to the guest house and was so much Happy to see us that we cannot even describe that feeling in words.
I introduced myself to him by asking him if he remembers me or not. Unfortunately, he didn't identify me, and the reason was obvious, we had never met previously. I knew him as he helped me on my first trip to Spiti when I was stuck in a landslide near Tapri on my way back. He helped us by arranging a shelter for us in his cousin's house. When I told him this, he remembered that incidence and was so happy to see me. I don't know but there's something magical in that person, he's a pure soul with a nature of helping everyone, without any expectations and desires. Meeting him was an honor for me, and a matter of pride also, as I came to know that he's an SDC of Moorang now.
His caretaker had prepared Rajma Chawal, Aloo Matar and soft Chapatis for us. But before that, I expressed my desire to smoke some Hookah. I prepared the hookah and gave the coal to the caretaker to lit it. We walked down the stairs and stood near his Pickup truck and were waiting for the caretaker to bring coal. Suddenly I felt nauseous. I asked both of them to walk inside. As we started walking inside, I felt my energy level going down. As we reached inside the guest house, I asked Harshit to hold the Hookah. After handing over Hookah to him, I got fainted. Harshit had his priorities set, and according to that, instead of holding me, he left me and held Hookah so that it doesn't break. Very delicately and safely he kept Hookah in the floor and started taking my face to wake me up. After some seconds I came to my senses. Both Harshit and Baldev Bhaiya were tensed. Harshit got me some Coke and I drank half pet bottle as I thought it might be due to low sugar level, or maybe due to low oxygen level. Harshit then brought a jug full of water and took some water in his hands and was trying to throw it on my face so that I come into my senses completely. I shouted at him and very calmly said "Bhag Bho**ike" 😜. After hearing that he realized that I was completely fine then. I held my Hookah and ran upstairs to our room and started shouting at Harshit to get me the coal quickly. Then went down and lit the coal on my own and then we started smoking Hookah. I was lost thinking why the hell did that happen to me. I was worried that I had to drive either further towards Kaza or back to Delhi. Either way, ad to drive as Harshit had never driven on the mountains previously.
After a small session of Hookah, we had our dinner and went to our beds to sleep. Baldev bhaiya asked us to wake up early in the morning as we had to visit some places in Morang and then leave for Kaza also.
With this, the first day of our trip ended.