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A Group Travel Experience in Kasol

A year ago from this day, On 13th June 2019, I was ready to begin on an unknown journey to Kasol Kheerganga and adding a new unforgettable experience in my book of experiences by the name of “Experiences That Matters”.

We all usually travel with family or friends, I did the same till now.

But this time, I was about to set on a journey that was going to bring a lot of strangers turned friends in my life, some beautiful unexplained moments, and a lot more.

The experiences that this group travel to Kasol Kheerganga brought me was something that I will embrace for lifetime.

        <h2><b>The Unexplained Emotions Before The Journey</b></h2>     
    <p>The actual journey was scheduled to begin in the evening from Delhi. But my journey began when I boarded the 7 AM train from Jaipur to Delhi, after an excitement-filled sleepless night. </p><p>The 5-hour journey would be boring if I didn’t have my friend “Vikram” by my side, but it was fun because we were roaming in the whole train, you know how the excitement treats you sometimes.</p><p>We reached Delhi at noon, met a friend of ours, and then waited till evening at our scheduled destination. </p><p>We were expecting a 16 seater traveler(vehicle) but what we got instead was a 50 seater bus because our group travel organizer company received too many bookings for the same date of Kasol trip.</p>        
                                    <img width="545" height="1024" src="" alt="My journey to Kasol begins from here." srcset=" 545w, 160w, 768w, 818w, 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 545px) 100vw, 545px" />                                           
    <p>We were very thrilled to know the people that we were going to travel with, looking at each other’s faces and trying to judge and seeing who we want to talk with.</p><p>I chose one person to strike a conversation with an epic line “You are traveling with us too on this Kasol trip?” and he turned out to be the organizer “Nitin” himself. (As the bookings were online, we didn’t know who the co-ordinator will be). After a little chit chat with him, I came back.</p><p>Now what, whom should I talk. We had two guys near us, “Sahil” from Amritsar and “Vijay” from Gurgaon (his work city). I struck a conversation with Sahil as he was Punjabi too just like me, and soon Vijay joined us too and it became a little group chat.</p>        
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    <p>While we were having a chat, Sahil told us about his friend “Raghav” who was running behind the scheduled time and asked us to talk to him, I was so ready for some fun. </p><p>I talked to Raghav as I was the organizer. I was being so angry with him because of him we were getting late to leave for Kasol, and it was hard to pretend with people laughing around you.</p>     
                                    <img width="1024" height="969" src="" alt="To relate to mentioned people." srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                            
    <p>We began chatting more and knowing more about each other along with looking at people that are coming, mainly to check out the girls that we were going to travel with on this group travel, after all boys will be boys, or should I say it in Imperial Blue way, Men will be Men.</p><p>We started getting on the bus and as a good kid would do, we went straight on the backside of the bus to secure back seats for us (backbencher desires never go away).</p><p>I had another call with Raghav on the bus, for fun, and everybody started to settle. Soon he came and we disclosed it to him and shared our last laugh before the journey to Kasol Kheerganga actually began.</p>     
        <h2><b>Journey To Kasol Begins</b></h2>     
    <p>Now everyone was settled on their spaces and the bus finally made its move towards Kasol Kheerganga and it was such a great feeling of finally beginning the journey that would bring some unknown experiences.</p><p>After a few minutes, our co-ordinator Jeevesh stood up and asked for our attention. He told us about the introduction ritual of the organizing company and its rules.</p><p>Rules were like,</p><ol><li style="font-weight: 400;">You have to tell your name, where are you from, your profession, and lastly but most importantly I guess your relationship status.</li><li style="font-weight: 400;">You have to speak only in Hindi.</li><li style="font-weight: 400;">Before you tell your name, you have to repeat the name of 10 people before you.</li></ol><p>The intro game started from the back, and after our turn, we begin to notice the most important things of all, you know what it was. It was fun to see people struggling with repeating the names, and those random hooting. It was such a joy.</p><p>Also, it was interesting to see that we had people from all over the place, some from Jaipur, Amritsar, Lucknow, Pune, Gujrat, and obviously from Delhi as it was the base location.</p><p>It took about 30-40 minutes to get over with the introduction game, and everybody settled again and started talking to the people around them.</p>      
    <p>After a while, we stopped at a restaurant for dinner and a couple of different groups were formed to eat together. A better collective bond was building among us.</p><p>We clicked some mandatory pictures together, made some crazy boomerang, after all, you need some stuff to upload on Instagram stories, at least I need it.Â&nbsp;</p><p>After getting over with it, we got on the bus again, and it couldn’t have been crazier than the dance we did in the short space of the bus.</p>       
                                    <img width="1024" height="768" src="" alt="First day dinner on our journey to Kasol" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                          
    <p>Post 12 AM, some people slept, some were still getting lost in the soft melodies, and I was struggling to sleep as always.</p><p>However, the first day of our Kasol trip quietly ended after a very well start of the journey.</p>      
        <h2><b>The Second Day</b></h2>      
    <p>As the nightlight started to fade away, some eyes were beginning to see the early morning, as most of the people weren’t able to sleep for long hours on the bus except a very few who apparently slept for hours and hours, and sometimes with their mouth open. (Not mentioning any name but jinko pata hai unko pata hai).</p><p>We stopped at a cafe for breakfast and since there were a lot of people there, it was going to took a while to prepare for everyone, so what’s next. </p><p>A group began to play “Red Hand” and man it was fun. I didn’t play it as I was busy recording it, Instagram you know.</p><p>After the game, breakfast, clicking a few pictures, we sat on the bus and continued our journey towards Kasol.</p>     
                                    <img width="479" height="1024" src="" alt="Red Hands game on our way to Kasol" srcset=" 479w, 140w, 539w" sizes="(max-width: 479px) 100vw, 479px" />                                         
    <p>We stopped at a place in Kasol where our bus was parked and we had to go further from Jeeps to our stay. There was a lot of traffic on the way, and I got out of the vehicle to roam around while we were stuck.</p><p>We somehow reached the place, and it was indeed a beautiful place for the stay. We decided the hut we were going to stay, freshened up, had lunch and took some rest as we still had a long day ahead.</p>        
                                    <img width="768" height="1024" src="" alt="Stay in Kasol" srcset=" 768w, 225w, 1152w, 1536w, 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px" />                                            
    <p>Evening time, we were set to move towards the Kasol market, and our route was on the sidelines of Parvati River, it was some little kind of trekking in itself and the beauty was unexplainable.</p>     
                                    <img width="1024" height="682" src="" alt="Parvati Valley, Kasol" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                           
    <p>We stopped at an open place, dance a bit, clicked pictures on all the way, and then rushed towards the market because the path was from the jungle and it was getting dark.</p>      
                                    <img width="1024" height="682" src="" alt="Dancing in Kasol" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                            
    <p>We reached the market by 8 PM, shopped what we wanted to, for me it was a fridge magnet of “Kasol” which I am fond of collecting. Got into the jeeps assigned by the organizer and got back to our stay safely.</p><p>We freshened up, relaxed a bit, and then groups were formed again based on similar interests. We seven people got together, reciting poetries, sharing stories, and having fun.</p><p>The bonfire was set, music was there, food was arranged on the side tables. We had our dinner and then gathered again near the bonfire, another round of poetry and story recitations began. It was fun as I personally have a keen interest in poetry.</p><p>People who wanted to sleep started leaving and some of the people were still enjoying the vibes of the place.</p>      
    <p>On the other side of the stay, there was a family who was staying on that side. The younger son of the family had really good hands-on guitar and they were singing songs around another bonfire.</p><p>When the people started moving from our bonfire, I made my move towards the other bonfire where the musical session was going on as I was in no mood of sleeping.</p>        
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    <p>Stayed there, jammed with them, sang songs, danced, felt the heat of bonfire with cold Himachal winds. It went on till 5 AM in the morning with 6-8 people and then we finally decided to call it a night because we had to leave for the trek in the next few hours.</p><p>We waved each other night, went to our huts to sleep, took 2-3 hours of sleep, and were up to begin the day.</p>     
        <h2><b>The Third Day</b></h2>       
    <p>We woke up, freshened up, just like a normal day but within mountains which is not usual. </p><p>Before we begin our trek, we got into groups just like the previous day, we went to Parvati River, felt the super cold water on our feet, got ourselves clicked and moved away after being called a lot of times.</p>       
                                    <img width="1024" height="682" src="" alt="Parvati River" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                           
    <p>We all gathered for the headcount, we were given badges, assigned the jeeps, and then went on to begin our KheerGanga Trek. It was my first trek so I was super excited about it.</p>        
                                    <img width="1024" height="768" src="" alt="Group Travel headcount in Kasol" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2000w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                         
    <p>We reached the base of the trek in jeeps and started our trek at around 1:30 PM.</p><p>The beginning was really hard as it had very steep slopes but the path becameÂ&nbsp;easier after some timeÂ&nbsp;as it was not as steep as before, though it was long.Â&nbsp;</p><p>I haven’t had the experience of trekking but the way the path to KheerGanga top, it made me fall in love with trekking. We were going above the water, below the tree branches, carefully sliding on the rocks and whatnot.</p>     
                                    <img width="576" height="1024" src="" alt="Path of Kheerganga Trek" srcset=" 576w, 169w, 768w, 864w, 1152w, 1440w" sizes="(max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px" />                                         
    <p>We were separated in different groups but didn’t get lost as there was only one way. I walked with different groups as I wanted to have fun with everyone. After a while, I thought I am being slowed down walking with the groups, and now it is time to gear up and reach to the top and first from the group.</p><p>I increased the speed and ran swiftly on the Kheerganga trek, and met the youngsters of our group who were apparently leading among us. I went on a remaining trek with them, and as soon as we were moving up, we were getting tired more and more but were motivating, each other.</p><p>I reached our camps first, along with the young buddies of our group “Divjot” and “Sumit” followed by “Sarthak”. It felt like such an achievement.<br /></p><p>While Divjot and Sumit dropped dead on the bed, I and Sarthak dropped our bags and quickly headed towards the famous Hot Water Spring Pool of Kheerganga.</p><p>The water was super hot, we were hesitating a bit to go in it, but Oh Man! As soon as we entered the pool, it was so relaxing experience that I can’t explain. </p><p>Our tiredness went away in a few minutes, and I was so charged up that I could trek again, but we had other things to do as well.</p>     
                                    <img width="869" height="1024" src="" alt="Hot Spring Water Pool in Kheerganga" srcset=" 869w, 255w, 768w, 1303w, 1737w" sizes="(max-width: 869px) 100vw, 869px" />                                            
    <p>We had the ever famous pahado wali Maggi and potato fries. I don’t know why it feels so good to eat Maggi in the mountains.</p><p>We had dinner together, followed by bonfire, games, and dance. I was in one of the camps with my group from the previous day, observing everyone, and quite for the first time on the trip, because I was on top of my emotions, at that time, I felt like I have lived enough for the trip and was truly happy with the journey.</p><p>I went on to sleep in my camp early today at 12 AM or so, as I had only combined 5 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours (3 days). Other people were still having fun in their own way, but I was satisfied with the journey so far.</p>       
        <h2><b>The Fourth Day</b></h2>      
    <p>I woke up at 5 AM, and what a view it was. I got freshen up before anyone else, went on to visit Shiva Temple after going above a bit. It was so soothing experience in that temple.</p><p>I came back and everybody was getting ready to trek down from Kheerganga. We had our breakfast, clicked a lot of pictures, and took one final group picture at the end, and begin our journey trekking down.</p>      
                                    <img width="1024" height="682" src="" alt="Group Travel to Kasol" srcset=" 1024w, 300w, 768w, 1536w, 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" />                                           
    <p>We were trekking down from Kheerganga through some other route this time which and came across old houses, some women doing household chores, and kids playing around.</p><p>We were clicking some amazing pictures on our way down. As we were about to reach to the bottom of Kheerganga, it started to rain.</p><p>And trust me, there is nothing better than walking down in the mountains with some raindrop falling.</p>       
                                    <img width="768" height="1024" src="" alt="Old House in Kheerganga" srcset=" 768w, 225w, 1152w, 1536w, 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px" />                                          
    <p>We reached the base destination of Kheerganga and heavy rainfall started. We stopped in a shed as our group travel organizers were arranging vehicles for us to leave from there.</p><p>I gave a last invisible hug to this place called Kheerganga.</p><p>We went on the jeep, and the scenery became more beautiful after the rain. We could see two rainbows between the mountains, and it was such a beauty.</p>     
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    <p dir="ltr">We went down, to our camp in Kasol, took our bags, began towards our bus and it was almost 9 PM when we were having our dinner and moved to the bus.</p><p dir="ltr">The night happened early this day, we just danced for a bit, and everyone settled in to sleep slowly.</p>     
        <h2><b>The Last Day</b></h2>        
    <p>Last morning came, we were still on the bus as we were behind the scheduled time due to rain and other stuff. </p><p>We took a stop at a restaurant for having breakfast and had our last meal together.</p><p><b>"From the first dinner we had together to the last breakfast we had, a lot of things got changed.</b></p><p><b>I had first dinner with strangers but last breakfast with friends."</b></p>     
                                    <img width="768" height="1024" src="" alt="Last breakfast" srcset=" 768w, 225w, 864w" sizes="(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px" />                                         
    <p>I was becoming quieter as the journey was about to end and I believe it was the same with everyone.Â&nbsp;</p><p>As the journey was coming to an end, excitement got lost, and somewhere we were missing the past few days we were living to our best.</p><p>I asked to say something on the bus, got up, and said Thank You to everyone for being part of this beautiful journey and I am thankful for that journey to date.</p><p>I also recited a poetry that I wrote for this Kasol trip.</p>        
    <p>I began the journey to Kasol Kheerganga with my friend Vikram and 40+ strangers, but when it ended, I had a big herd of friends with me of whom I am still connected with some of them.</p><p>Sorry I couldn’t mention the names of all of you, in fact, I didn’t mention the names of all the closed ones, but you know who you are, and you will always be a special part of this journey and hopefully some more in future.</p>       
    <p>You can catch the story highlights of this Kasol trip in my profile from <a href=";story_media_id=2065832170950511295_1934658513">here</a> and if you would like to listen to the poetry that I wrote, it is right <a href="">here</a>.</p><p>Make sure to comment below if you felt a little that you were imaginatively with me on this trip.</p><p>If you like reading this blog follow on social media channels.</p><ul><li><a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Instagram</a></li><li><a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Facebook</a></li><li><a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Quora</a></li></ul><p>Also Read Other Blogs</p><ul><li><a href="">The World Ends In 2020 Hoax</a></li><li><a href="">Life Lesson through Poetry Correction</a></li><li><a href="">Life Lesson from Chess with father</a></li></ul>
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