After crossing chichum Bridge, we reached losar around lunch and ate traditional tibiten Cruisine there. We also bought some prayer flags at loasar for home. From Losar we reached Kunzum Pass. Kunzum Pass or Kunzum La is one of India's highest motorable mountain passes. A large number of bikers visit this spot to experience the most thrilling ride through the spectacular gateway of Kunzum Pass. The place is also known for the Goddess Kunjum (Durga/Parvati) temple, which is located on the top of Kunzum and keeps guard over the pass and wards of the evil power. The Kunzum Pass separates Spiti and Lahaul Valley and is situated at a higher altitude than Rohtang Pass. It is one of the most popular and widely used passes by tourists visiting Lahaul, Spiti, and Manali. One can easily notice signs of Buddhist influence in and around Kunzum Pass in the form of prayer flags. It is said that if your coin stick at the Rock kept in the temple, you have a clean heart. Of-course, my coin did stick that too in the first go😂! The of the pass offers spectacular views of Bara-Sigri glacier, the second longest glacier in the world. Also visible from the top of the pass are the Chandra-Bhaga Mountain and Spiti Valley. The pass receives a lot of snowfall & is hardly open for 4 months in a year.
Hampta Stories #1: Bangalore - Chandigarh Okay. Time for some story-telling! Over the next couple of days, I shall be sharing stories/experiences from my Hampta pass trek that I completed last year (September 2017). Why do people turn up in the Himalayas repeatedly, even if those mountains didn’t actually “call” them? You will know the answer by the end of this series. So, I decided to go for a Himalayan trek alone. I wanted to assess my mental and physical strength to cope in a zone that’s beyond comfortable. Where people aren’t family, places that aren’t familiar. I had tremendous help from my husband and partner in crime @harsha.s.kulkarni during our Roopkund trek a couple of years back. He was THE major source of inspiration/reason to complete Roopkund. Hence, the reason to embark on a journey that would teach me everything I needed to learn, alone. So, I booked the trek with @indiahikes and off I went. First touchdown was Chandigarh. Before dawn, I, a city girl with a peculiar larger-than-herself backpack, appeared at Bangalore’s airport, with sleepy eyes and “mountain” dreams. And in less than 3-4 hours, I was away from the comforts of my home and landed in a foreign land (where “foreign” = unknown). There was no turning back now! I had a bus in the night to Manali, so I spent the whole day just loitering around, exploring the already infinitely explored 😋 You know, The rock garden, Sukhna lake and the likes. Whichever cab or riksha I took, the unanimous question from drivers was “Madam, aap Himachal se aa rahe ho kya”? 😁 I told them that I’m going to the Himachal and my damn larger-than-life jacket wasn’t fitting in my backpack. Special thanks to the cloak room manager who helped me literally stuff my trek shoes inside the backpack that let me roam around the whole city in a bunch of sneakers 😂 A comfortable night journey in the bus landed me at the heart of the “honeymoon capital of India” a.k.a Manali, where