Writing about past travels in 2021, has me confused, nostalgic and longing to take new journeys.
When I look back, 2020 was still better than where we are today because I did manage to travel amidst the pandemic, and ended the year with a small relaxed trip of my own.
With a few days off from work over the New Year & the pandemic easing its stronghold, I figured it was my only window to travel and head to the mountains for a much needed break! I managed to convince my parents and literally force them to make this a family trip!
I wanted to go back to Rishikesh - albeit there were no hotels available, ticket prices were off the roof given my last minute plans. Some sleepless nights on travel portals and with the help of a Travel agent, we managed to finally get our bookings sorted and confirm the trip.
It wasn’t my first flight in the pandemic but the nervousness was real - face shields, masks, sanitisers , social distancing, wondering if we were safe, second guessing human interaction were new travel emotions & essentials. The moment we landed at Jolly Grant airport, the nervousness was replaced by excitement and the rush to get to Rishikesh.
The first glimpse of the Ganges still feels surreal ...the river welcomed us with all its might and grace. For those who have seen it – unmistakeably she is alive and vibrant as ever. The green & blue hues of the river, the almost empty roads, fewer tourists (something I was looking forward to) and the crisp December winter air was all I needed to slip back into ease and calm.