Pritam Singh, and Meat for teeth

FOr all good reasons that drive me to it, I am a 'very' Non-Vegetarian person. There is somethin abt "meat under the teeth" which my appetite strictly adheres to.

Babeli Base camp provided us wid some cooked edibles which were distinctly devoid of chicken. Ben an I both of us were extremely disappointed and decide not to give up. Group in KC and we head out fer a stroll hoping to have a decent meal. turns out not one of the dhabas there serve non-veg food. Fact was not jus disappointing but very disheartening. nevertheless we wud not give up an we take our walk farther, jus so we might as well scope out our surrounding area.

The white waters runnin beside the road, of the river Beas were so vibrant and energetic.In every curve the rapids grew stronger.everythin abt himachal it seemed, had its own charm to it.


We Passed by a souvenir place filled wid crafted decoratives. petty but handicrafted. We get to see how Shawls, the famous woolen wraps, were woven. they literally thread their livelihood.


We stalled our walk fer some fruit extract juice. tangy and refreshing, plus, we had an additional entertainment to watch a playful school of fish in a pool.with our drink done we take back to steps an passed over this gruesomely horrific 'dragon' carved from driftwood by a Baba.A middle aged dude dressed in long orange clothes. not jus that, he had a whole collection of his psychotic-art. There was no doubt that the stubb in his mouth was a joint. too bad we cudnt score. dat dude was definately havin a bad trip.


Before we got outta that scare, hunger panged in our stomachs. We questioned the locals one and too many if we cud find some place to have a decent meat meal. The roads curved to emptiness and disappontment. our last hope walked by to us downhill. An Elderly chap who seemed to be quite amused by 3 stooges craving for chicken. He lets a chuckle after another and leads us to a place where he claimed, a meal of our choice cud be arranged.and so it was.At his very Own Dhaba.we Had to buy some freshly skinned chicken and get it cooked.Jaggu the cook made the wait worthwile. We diced the time with some Splendid tea and the leisure of lighting up. before a few tunes from bollywood ended from the player in shack, the food was ready.

Ben KC an I were Never so hungry for chicken. the crave built up a scrumptuous appetite. and the meal was absolutely delicious. Atlast we found our Sneak out non veg snack shack.

Pritam Singh da Dhaba.

First Sight of Himalayas and Babeli Base camp

The life I've had, everyday, has been as if it were to bring to me somethin new. The night after we flew in the Millenium falcon I saw the most stunning an commanding form of nature, the mountains of the Himalayas. Waking up to a scenery like that can make that mornin a memory for the rest of your life.

I woke up neither to the noise inside the bus nor the cool change in weather. It was the swing. we were swinging accordingly to the curves of the snaking mountain inclines of the road in Himachal.

The routes were playfully beautiful wid an occasional peek at the snow covered Himalayas, everytime we were hurled to the outer roads. Flanked by the river waters which seemed to have reached their calm. the cool breezes got cooler and we decide to jacket ourself some warmth. we realise we were gettin into wut will be our skin fer the entire trek.

We traveled over Kullu and watched the place. Mongers and keepers startin up their day settin up their shops. Their everyday welcomes our first day in Himachal.

We got offboard the falcon a furlong before the base camp and took steps ahead.we walk the roads feeling the breeze so cold.the running waters of river Beas beside us.

The base camp of Babeli was set bang in the middle of the most amazing of the locale.A humble place wid hospitable team and tents fer accomodation. We were welcomed by Lathika ma'm who took us in an got our registration done. Ben and I, we took an instant liking to her. A smile so warm an sweet. Ma'm added care to the camp. somethin that made us very comfortable to the 'adventure camp'.Babeli Camp had adequate facilities of Chilled water fer wash and whatsoever, the tents givin us the Camping feel and people from various parts of India sprawled in unision.

The best of the friends are made in an instance of introduction. And so it hapnd, we met Karthik Chandra whom i affectionately decide to call KC. He added the eastern dimension to Fellowship. Hailing from Puri, working at Delhi, he had remarkable skills in Photography. He was Adventure chaser, lone trekker, a runaway from the mundane and we knew he'd stand by us. We found our homey. little did we know our bonding wud last not just throughout the trek, but forever.

We dock. and let our baggage sleep its tire, for they'd been on our backs so heavy an so long. The Team added up wid us.Meeting Mr.Agarkar whose Deep motivation to achieve the summit along with Mr.Sanjay 'sanju baba' aggarwal.

We needed more paraphernalia than we thot we must, so we head out to Kullu. The town itself was humble and the little bauble of an offering from the towners was their buisiness. We explore the town carefully treading our way thru really huge cows, their unavoidable dung patches and petty bridges. our walk through the market was uphill and enlivened the adaptive life of the locals to the altitude. Me an Ben we scoped out the area in search of the restaurants. the locals are really friendly loving and offer affection first and then their sale. certainly a pleasant deal.

We enjoy the bus ride to and back from Kullu thoroughly enjoyin both. We reach the Camp to be late for the lunch. A Very disappointing lesson learnt. Though we were given some grub in our plates to hog, it was horrifically indistinguishable as to What it was ?. Ben and I jest as to wut cud it be. potatoes. dal. rice. sweetdish. porridge. take a 3 course meal with salad and works,blend and serve. Taste wuz luxury. Its not our metro food habits. its was jus bad. but it WAS food. so we beg our tongues an apology and feed our stomachs. We were so Numb after that. i guess we forgot to complain anymore. if I Do complain later. it was really, really BAD food.

The evening was pleasant. We learn to value sunlight. and our warm wear. The tea added to the get togethers. the company of people and team mates was sweet enuf for us to gulp the hot-water-wid-sugar. the fade-in of the night was fast an dark. a Brightly lit Camp proudly presented us wid the Custom of "Camp Fire". A Long lost ritual of entertainment by the team which was a day old at the camp. frankly it was Quite entertaining. the welcome was warm and appreciable along with a heartful Cheer to the team that was to start their endeavour. Dinner was painfully palatable. but we got to drown that with some warm Bourn (?!!@#$). we head back to our tents warm our blankets and rest.

First base camp.Check.