Trek Diaries #1: Mahuli

Hello people! I’ve been thinking about (and procrastinating) about what to write on for quite some time. A friend of mine, Dhruv (blogs at The Nerdvana Parallel) suggested I write about one of my favourite trips. Right now I can’t really choose a favourite one. But this gave me another idea.
I’m going to write about 4 treks I’ve been on because each one was so different than the others and so much fun. I have so many good memories associated with all of them.
Let’s start with the first one. It was in the second year of my bachelor’s degree that our HOD announced that he was organizing a trek to Mahuli. I was pretty excited but also apprehensive because it would be my first trek but I wasn’t used to the rigours of trekking at all.
Some 25-30 of us from all three years if my bachelor’s course and some from the master’s course decided to go. We went by train to Asangaon. After getting down at the station, we were told that the foot of Mahuli was still some distance away . It was very early in the morning and we couldn’t find a mode of transport large enough to carry all of us nor several smaller taxis or autos. Convincing ourselves that our trek would have to begin right from here, we started trudging on foot.
We walked for some 10-15 mins when we saw a truck coming up the road. It was one of those trucks which have a large open carrier behind to carry vegetables or soil or cement etc.  All of us waved at it and the driver agreed to transport us to the base. We clambered inside, climbing from all three sides, stepping on the truck’s huge tyres and helping each other up. It was one of the most fun experiences I’ve had because, really, when would you have the chance to travel in the back of a truck like that?
We finally reached the base of the mountain and began our climb to the top. For a first-time trekker like me, it was an extremely difficult trek. Definitely not one I’d recommend to other first-time trekkers. It had a steep, rocky terrain. By the time we were half way up, I was exhausted and it had started raining. The road had become slippery. But I was determined ro reach the top. I wasn’t about to complain and spoil everyone’s fun. I was probably the last one to reach the top; my friends were very supportive though and not once did they leave my side.
We couldn’t wait at the top for too long because it was raining very heavily by then and getting darker too. We started the climb down after only some time of rest.
The climb down was even more dangerous because of the wet rocks and the slippery soil. We had crossed a river on our way up; however, then it was not flowing as fast and we could easily cross it by stepping on the huge boulders in it. Now, with the rain pounding on us, the river had swelled and was rushing ahead at a great speed. We couldn’t see the boulders that helped us cross before.
There was another trekking group at the river bank facing the same dilemma. Some guys from both the groups got together and carefully formed a chain fron one bank of the river to the other. The rest of us crossed the river with the help of this human chain, literally being passed from one person to the next as we all held on to dear life.
Finally, all of us having crossed to the other side, we went our separate ways. When we finally reached the base, we were completely soaked and exhausted.
We rested in a nearby temple for some time till the rain stopped and then started our journey back home.
It was not what I had expected my first trek to be like. Honestly, I don’t know what I had expected. But it was an unforgettable experience. We returned home feeling like our legs were falling to pieces, but also with a feeling of triumph at having completed the trek 🙂
I plan to write about the other three treks I went on as well because each one has a special memory attached to it. Let me know what you think about this post in the comments! Have you been on a trek? Do you have any such unforgettable experiences of trekking?