The roar of Baspa…May16th

Our second day at the beautiful tent resort. So the snow on the hills was as fresh as ever & the river was roaring at her loudest. Papa and the others except the Chetan dada family and me are going to Chitkul. So I and Siddhu were getting bored so we & Gauri tai decided to go and have a look at the river Baspa. The river’s very close to the resort, so it was jolly trip down to the river. The rapids in the river were very fast fast and turbulent. I knew this, but I had never , not even imagined that these rapids would be so deadly. I and Siddhu enjoyed throwing pinecones in the rapids and see them float down the river.
When I, Dadu and papa went to do the same, we threw a huge log and enjoyed watching it in the rapids.
The night was same with the campfire and a lot of tasty food J

 

 

Parking lot of Mastrang camp

Siddhu and me

 

just one of the many mountain veiws from the camp

 

Sun rise at our wonderous camp

Into the hills of Spiti & Baspa, May 15th

We lest the hotel early as the drive was going be very long. All of the guys except me & Papa went to eat in a Buddhist Chinese restaurant to eat Thukpa (a bland preparation of soupy noodles).
I and Papa had gone to see Monal in a local but big bird house. Unfortunately, the place was closed as it was breeding season.
On our way to Mustrang in the Baspa Valley, we met a Sadhu who worshipped Ma Durga. He was originally from Chiplun in Maharashtra. He suggested that we stay in a local tent resort. We went to the place and were astonished to see the mighty mountains so close to our tents. We ate some Pakoda as soon we reached there. We lit a campfire and had a lot of fun around it including playing Mafia. Finally we reluctantly went to sleep.

 

Temple of Ma Durga on the way to Baspa valley

Inside the Sarhan village

 

our camp at Mastrang

 

Around the campfire