Step Into My Shoes..

For the umpteenth time in my life, I have cheated death, again. Okay, may be I am being a little too dramatic. I am an adventurous person but I don't go and seek to partake in risky activities like jumping off a cliff, climbing a steep mountain, walking into the unknown in a failing daylight when it's snowing - but in retrospect, I have done all that in the past week. Let me elaborate. A week ago, I left Kathmandu with four people with the intention to trek to Khopra Ridge and come back with some good instagrammable pictures. I did come back with many great pictures but also I am glad to have come back with greater stories to tell. Normally, when I travel, I am on the driving seat. I decide where we go, when we go, how we go and every such things. I like being in control and knowing what's coming. Many a times, plans have succeeded and I have come back content. This time, however, I had been designated the passenger seat from where I couldn't even see where we...

Whenever I go to places, I try to write about it so that when people want to visit that place, they would have a bit more of an idea about that place that I did before they actually depart. I went to Ghandruk last month and before leaving or making a decision about whether to go or not, naturally I searched online for the pictures or any sort of blog on the Ghandruk-experience. Sadly, I didn't find much. So here it is; the story and pictures from my point of view. Going on the trip to Ghandruk had been a spur-of-a-moment-decision so I had less time to plan and pack. Since I have been to a number of trips before this one, it was not so hard anyways. I was going with a group of about a dozen people, and I knew only one person from that trip. I am not so fond of making new friends or getting along with strangers, so it is a mystery why I jumped in. Probably the travel-mania got the best of me. We left Kathmandu after work (around 7) and made for Pokhara. We ...