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I love walking tours. I have done it quite often in the past. If you go visit the high mountains, there is no other alternative but to walk! Pack up all things really really necessary, get rid of worthless trifles, and carry it all on your sore back! Oh, forget whatever you may, dont forget your food! It can make a difference between life and death!
It happened to me several times. Once I was dying in a heavily forested gorge, without food! It was infested with wild animals and I seriously didnt want to spend the night there. I travelled until the end of my stamina and then, just gave up! I couldnt move, my muscles bagan to fail. I just sat down to pray and slowly die. Along came a woodcutter, and my hopes rekindled! I asked him for food, he smiled and told me that he had none, only a pile of firewood! By the way, he told me that there was a spring nearby. I sat up, concentrated on my options. I was out of water. Since I was going to die anyway, why not look in my bag one last time? I rummaged my bag and found a packet of 200 gms of sugar! Just what I needed. I part crawled on all four, part walked to a very shadowy part of the woods, following the mild hisss sound of the spring. I filled my bottle with water, poured all the sugar in and shook it to a solution for minutes. And then, I drank that life saving nectar! Yes, thank God! That liquid, rich in all the energy I needed, sustained me for a 5 km uphill climb! This happened somewhere near Chopta and Mukku-Bend on my way to Tunganath. Its marked reddish in the map. Those days were really good. I walked about 215 kms in 8 days, without rest. I took many shortcuts through jungles and avoided the road as much as I could. The whole 5 Kedarnath belt was covered on foot! First I wore canvas shoes! The leeches got inside the socks and sucked my blood for hours! The white shoes became brown at the end of the day. After a few days, they were shattered rags! I got rid of them and purchased a pair of slippers from a village local store. After some more stressful walking, I developed sores all over my feet, from constant friction. The next scene is pretty hilarious, an ironic grin comes to my face, every time I think of it. That is, me limping barefooted over the tracks, slippers in hand. Wherever the stretch was filled with jagged rocks, I would put on the slippers and go barefoot again when the pain became too much. I was so thankful & glad when I finally completed my route and finally stood on the asphalt road with transportation in Helang, not far from Urgam. Mission accomplished! :D Advice: Better be very choosy about what you carry, its your own hide! Or else if you are a rich lucky fatso you can afford to hire a porter or two. Dont just leave your trash in the mountains or forests, collect them, bring em back to the stinking city, where they belong! Wear waterproof shoes with 2 socks or anklets inside. That way, your feet will be in good working condition for a long time. Always keep some Glucose in handy. Image: My hand drawn map from 2004. It describes in detail the route I took from Kedarnath to Helang.
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I like camping, but admittedly, I don't like "hardcore" camping...
I've always enjoyed the sort of camping where I can park, and then hike a reasonable distance to my site, but MUCH prefer a working source of drinkable water, etc. to not be TOO far away... That said, I like a tent...I've never camped in an RV, nor do I have the desire to camp right next to water/electical hookups. But I DID camp on a remote island, where my site was several miles from the nearest water source, and right in the middle of a marsh... Between the mosquitoes and extreme heat/humidity, I decided that camping like THAT does not suit my fancy. I don't want to have to walk miles on end just to procure water which I then must boil to make drinkable, all admidst a storm of malaria inducing insects. No thanks! |
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By SSAnna's definition I like to sleep in a tent next to my car. I'm such a wuss that I don't even prepare my own meals on a rickety stove using water I have to get from halfway across the site- I go out for food.
In fact, I like to sleep in a tent because it's cheap (I prefer two weeks in a tent over three days in a hotel, if the weather's half decent) and because I like waking up to the sound of birds instead of a hotel wake-up call and housekeeping banging their trolleys against the door.
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Years ago, when I hesitated to drink water from a spring, with fragments of green moss floating in it, one of the locals laughed at me and said, "Hey, have you not heard of Vitamin-C? Thats what the green stuff is!" Of course he was kidding. But from that day, my inhibition left me. I have even drank yellowish river water, which precipitated silt; and managed to digest it! I believe its all in your mind. ![]()
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Your life is unique, cherish it. Do something with your life. Last edited by sesame; 08-04-2008 at 06:05 PM. |
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