My trek to Thadiyandamol Part 1
I love to go for a trek. All these years I was never serious about it. Though I enjoy being on the road (esp on highways), I even enjoy being in the wilderness as much. So having loads of thoughts on going for a trek since the year 2010, it took quite a while to materialize.
I had plans to go for a trek in the month of July 2012, but things did not materialize, and one person whom I trusted to join me during the trek just said no. I did not take his NO that much seriously, but the fact is he went with his family for a weekend trip, while I was at home waiting for him to join for a trek, hit me way tooo hard.
I decided, hence forth there are no friendships involved in trekking, its only me all way and the trekking group. My parents were concerned how I would go for a trek with strangers, without me knowing anyone. But I was hesitant.
I registered for a trek to Kumaraparvata, and did not worry about who comes for it or not.How I registered for the trek is another story, which I hate to write, coz it will be kind of exaggerating to write about events what happened.
The day after registering, I did not get proper updates from the trekking group about the trekking registration. Finally on the day we were supposed to leave Bangalore, I came to know that, the trek to Kumaraparvata had been called off, due to lesser number of people of enrolled. Instead they asked me if I was ready to go join the Thadiyandamol trek, instead of KP. Unwillingly I accepted, but it turned out to be the best decision I made during the year 2012.
So we were supposed to leave on Friday and since we proceed on Mysore Road, I opted to have a pickup at Kengeri instead of some place within the City. I chose to stand in front of the Kengeri bus stand. That day there people digging a borewell in front of the Kengeri bus stand, I reached there around 10 15 pm and came to know that the pickup would be around 11 30 pm. I waited and waited watching people pass by and also watching people digging a bore-well.
The cab finally came sometime after 11 pm. There were all strangers in the cab. I did not speak to any of the fellow trekkers till the next day. Initially I occupied the last seat. Since the windows were sealed, I chose to move to the first seat instead. Sat next to the co-ordinator and behind the driver and then all through the night, kept on speaking to them, finally after 2 am in the morning found great sleep, I was snoring sitting in the front seat, which was kind of funny.
Also sitting right next to me there was one guy whose name I could not pickup even after 4 times of him repeating. Never mind, started speaking with him too. Told him, about my crazy road trip which I took to Goa, during the year 2011 December. I spoke about all the things which we did in Goa, just to realize he was a native of Goa. What a co-incidence I thought.
Then after I found sleep I was woken up around 5 Am when we lost our road. Incidentally, the road which was supposed to lead us to the Home stay was dug up and even our co-ordinator was kind of clues less on which road to take and it was pitch dark.
What happened next.. I will continue in the next post....
Cheers,