Day 3...contd!
We had a lot of fun on the other side of the river. We played in the snow, wife even made a snowman but the reason there isn't going to be a pic of it is because of how good a snowman it looked.
After spending a few hours we decided to have lunch by the river-side. Being by the river-side meant going down towards the river which meant sliding down the snow? Well all the slopes were covered in snow
(see pic below) and the only way to get down was to go over it. Now the slopes were steep so one couldn't just walk over it, did it mean we had to slide down, of course we had to slide down, there just wasn't any other option. Moreover, the slopes that we chose to slide down from had 1 feet or more of snow on them and it was later when we realized that if we would have walked 100-200 meters more we could've come down from places that had very little snow and some even dry.
Now sliding down the snow looks and sounds all fun but it turned out to be a very scary experience. Imagine you are to slide down a slope covered with snow, only that there are boulders on the slope and the space between them is covered with snow and getting caved in means you don't go down as a whole but only enough to break your leg, and then there's small rocks which could hurt you in the most sensitive parts of your body when you slide, doesn't sound that much fun now, does it!
So what we decided was that I'd go first and I took the position in which I was going to slide down, face down and on my stomach, just like you see kids in the waterpark. Ok I'm kidding, I was sitting, scared as hell, and the only plan was to just go down sliding with a little speed and keep my legs & back spread over the snow to minimize pressure. As soon as I sit on the slope I go about a quarter feet down in snow, well that was expected, without wasting too much time I just slide down, and I make it! Well that was easy, now I ask my wife to do the same but first she needs to throw the backpack and the tripod to me. She slides the bag down and I put it aside, she slides the tripod down but it gets stuck midway, neither she can reach the tripod from up there nor me from down here. After exchanging some pleasantries we decide that its I who has to go up a little to get the tripod and not her who could just pick it up on her way down. Now I can't slide my way up, can I?
10 minutes and a few minor heart attacks later I manage to get the tripod. Another 10 minutes and I'm able to convince her that she can slide down too, she does and the cycle of sliding down repeats 2 more times in the exact same way minus the tripod issue.
Certain slopes had such a thin layer of snow which we only found out later Skiing by locals?
And finally we get to the river-side. My job now was to
procure the dining table. Lunch was stuffed aloo paranthas with some yummy pickle and Mirinda. The flat rocks in the pics is what I was arranging.
We ate, rested for a couple of mins and then went to the river, again looking for a good spot to sit and relax. When we found one I think we spent around an hour just talking and enjoying the water.
We decided to head back but only after walking about 50 meters we stopped again as the water here was more calm but mainly because we hadn’t had enough of the river yet.
Know what she's upto? Girls! She even made me do this! sirf pandit ki kami thi River + Flat stones = Pic below (reminded me of childhood days)
After spending another hour and a half here we finally decided to head back, this time without any more stops. Wife said that we should continue walking besides the river bed as it was more enjoyable. I told her that it'd be all rocks throughout and the path was almost non-existent around 50 meters ahead so walking so close to the river wouldn't be a good idea but she insisted that we take the river-side to walk back.
Now as we reached a spot where there was no path left, steep slope on the left and river on the right. I told my wife that it wasn't a good idea to proceed further but she said that we can still make it by stepping on the big rocks, only the rocks were IN THE RIVER, imagine this from someone who doesn't even know how to swim. Gathering some courage I stepped on the first dry rock that was in the river, then put my right foot on a not so dry rock (green with algae) and splash!
I was in the river from my waist down and another minor heart attack later I somehow managed to get hold of another rock and finally stepped out of the cold water.
Now as I had fallen I heard a loud scream from behind my back (yes my wife screamed, yet again) but as I got out of the water she burst in to a fit of laughter. I wanted to yell at her but instead started laughing myself. Having had our dose of laughter I did yell at her for what happened. We then started to walk back so that we could get up the slope from where there wasn't any snow but with water in my shoes we had to make another stop. We stopped for another half an hour while my shoes and socks got dried up, got up the slope and after about another half-an-hour of walk back we were at the
infamous bridge.
No prizes for guessing that she didn't want to cross it alone. I held her hand, and the same set of events as described earlier got repeated and we were able to get to the village side.
We were very tired after such an adventurous day and the only thing we were looking forward was to head back to the hotel room and collapse.
It took us another half-an-hour to cover the 250-300 meter distance from the school to the hotel as we were dead tired. Finally to the room and we ordered aloo-pyaaz pakoras with tea and had one of the
most delicious pakoras of our life.
As the sun went down it started to get colder. We watched a movie, had dinner and called it a day as we had to start up early next morning in order to reach Hatu Peak before sunset.