April 2, 2013 by brasiersarah
I was sitting by myself in the Budda Bar in Udaipur when I met these young guys who bought me a beer and informed me of the heaven on earth in Kasol. So it was set in stone we were going there, but how do we get there? We could not find a single bus that would take us directly, it was as if it was non existent on the tourist radar. So we thought we would take a bus to Manali, a town four hours away and then find our way back, a somewhat over shot of our intended target but what were we going to do? So we jumped onto a bus sat next to a group of rowdy and excitable Indian guys, I guess they must have been going to Manali as well. So we started “talking” and as it turned out they were going the same place we wanted to go. So they took us under their corrupt wings and off we went to Kasol. These are the guys that we spent the next two weeks with in Kasol and Delhi and we couldn’t haven’t been luckier because they were some of the best people I have met, true bakchods.What’s this? Oh it’s just view from our breakfast table at the Alpine Inn! For a mere 600 rupees ($12). Everyday I woke up breathless, I thought that after a week I would be used to it but every time I took a second to look up and around I would be swept away by this amazing view.If we were bored of the Alpine Inn we would take a stroll over to Evergreen. You wouldn’t think that sitting in the sun was hot but it was, the days were beautiful but the nights unforgivingly cold. We spent our time here sipping the best Masala Chai in town and playing cards.Nuff said.When we thought that we couldn’t be in a better place the guys told us we were going on a trip to Tosh. So packed into a car ment for half the people that were in it and straddled hairpin turns nestled on unforgiving cliff faces we barrelled our way along to Tosh. We spent the next two nights chilling at the Pink Floyd cafe observing Indian conversation, being involved wasn’t half as fun as watching. Every hour or so there would be a pact made to talk only in English but as discussions got passionate the Hinglish tongue would swallow the conversation. We pried ourselves from the Pink Floyd for a day trip around Tosh in search of snow and reality.These mountain dogs are renown for escorting humans and keeping them from harm. Sure enough the whole day this dog walked with us, rested with us and came home with us. A beautiful dog that wanted nothing more than to see us home safely.
Then we reached the snow Shanky, Lucky and Arun (the protector) with us at our day trip destination.It’s like something straight out of the Hobbit, the places that you thought only existed in you imagination are real and we were there!From the arid sand dunes to the lush mountains of the Himalayas there will always be a ball, a bat and a team to play.This is what you can achieve with some cardboard, sticky take and a camera… and some creative thinking. Some of Sarah’s Bokeh Filter pictures….Chess at the Pink Floyd with one of Sarah’s bokeh filters.
Shaky set the tone for things to come during that night. The 2×4 room housed 11 people that night a party that could never be forgotten but not quite remembered. This is where we were introduced to bakchodi, upstairs talk, a place reserved for people just like us. For those who were not there that night a bakchod is somebody that talks nonsense and bakchodi is the nonsense that he or she talks. To all from Club House feel free to correct me on any of this seeing as it was you who introduced us to this insanity.Lucky’s star.