A disarmingly honest walk into the Garhwal Himalayas — cliff-edge Bolero rides, blistering ascents, and the thermodynamic betrayal of a sub-zero bucket bath.
By Girish Tare · Wanderlust Foodies
For a lot of people, hiking is a reset button — escape the chaos, switch off, touch some grass. This is the other account. No finding myself on that mountain, no life-changing epiphanies. Just nonstop effort, and a slow, grudging understanding of why anyone does it twice.
With vivid descriptions of the Swargarohini peaks and the ancient village of Osla, readers will feel as though they are panting right alongside Girish on the trail — through blistering ascents and the realisation that the hardest trails end in places you cannot quite take with you, but also cannot leave entirely behind.
“It felt less like a vacation and more like a punishment I paid for.”
A random morning walk, a friend with a plan, and no realistic way out of it.
Mountain roads, an unbothered driver, and the arithmetic of drop-offs.
The thermodynamic betrayal, described in more detail than strictly necessary.
The ancient village, the peaks above it, and the part that stays with you.
Half of Wanderlust Foodies with his wife Vidya, and reluctant trekker of Brahmatal, Kedarnath, Sandakphu and Har Ki Dun. Writes about the roads, cooks what he finds at the end of them, and is honest about which parts hurt.
Pick your shop. All three ship across India.