My Trip To Uttaranchal - Day 3
Day 3: White Water Rafting
We all we
re first timers to any water sports adventure and naturally were quite excited about what lay ahead of us that day. After a short trip in bare minimum clothes, we were at the starting beach. It was a sunny day and our spirits high. The adrenaline pumped in even higher as we saw some rafts leaving. As we embarked the raft, our guide, a local boy, briefed us on what were supposed to do. The closest analogy is a military commander giving instructions to his commandos on a secret mission. Another one, personally close to my heart, is the situation when Alexander surrendered himself to the knowledge of a local shepherd boy to guide him and his army through an unknown terrain.
We were a few meters in the water when our “captain” said it was the time to
go for a swim. I was the only one who knew ABC of swimming (though we were wearing live saving jackets and there was no need to know swimming). I touched the water and within a split second was in the water. I knew if I took more this duration to decide, my sanity would take over and I would not enter in that freezing cold water. The water felt like thousands of ant bites simultaneously and over and over again.
The first “rapid” (were actual action happens) we encountered was called “3 Invisible Mice”. The raft inclined to about 400 and we 3 froze with t
he intensity and power of the water even when our captain asked us to continue to row forward. It was feeling which cannot be described only felt. I and bulla became better prepared for next and better “rapids” though gult used to “hang on” at every gush of water. It was a good exercise to actually row across 25 kms across the ganga. The only lunch break was quite welcome with simple yet tasty food and few hands with actual beach volleyball.
As it was 31st night, we decided to celebrate it outside our hotel room. From striving to get a pass to the only DJ nite available in town, we landed up being with the same set of guys from morning at their beach camp. But it was surely a very cool and nice experience. Around 7-8 of local folks gathered around the bonfire with us being the only tourists. The evening st
arted with bulla gazing the star lit sky, gult as usual making pally with the cooks, and I engaged in the local politics talk, ranging from uttaranchal movement, rising naxalism in the area and state of NGOs. As the spirits rose due to the “spirits” (procured from Dehradun for the occasion as rishikesh is a dry area), we moved to singing our favorite hindi songs appended with some sweet uttaranchali folk songs. I was applauded for my high pitched voice. Already high on several shots, few moments after taking the concluding “Ji”, I crashed well before the evening was over. As far as I remember, it was one of those rare occasions when somebody other than jaat, dragged me back to my tent.
Photographs of the Day
We all we
re first timers to any water sports adventure and naturally were quite excited about what lay ahead of us that day. After a short trip in bare minimum clothes, we were at the starting beach. It was a sunny day and our spirits high. The adrenaline pumped in even higher as we saw some rafts leaving. As we embarked the raft, our guide, a local boy, briefed us on what were supposed to do. The closest analogy is a military commander giving instructions to his commandos on a secret mission. Another one, personally close to my heart, is the situation when Alexander surrendered himself to the knowledge of a local shepherd boy to guide him and his army through an unknown terrain.We were a few meters in the water when our “captain” said it was the time to
go for a swim. I was the only one who knew ABC of swimming (though we were wearing live saving jackets and there was no need to know swimming). I touched the water and within a split second was in the water. I knew if I took more this duration to decide, my sanity would take over and I would not enter in that freezing cold water. The water felt like thousands of ant bites simultaneously and over and over again.The first “rapid” (were actual action happens) we encountered was called “3 Invisible Mice”. The raft inclined to about 400 and we 3 froze with t
he intensity and power of the water even when our captain asked us to continue to row forward. It was feeling which cannot be described only felt. I and bulla became better prepared for next and better “rapids” though gult used to “hang on” at every gush of water. It was a good exercise to actually row across 25 kms across the ganga. The only lunch break was quite welcome with simple yet tasty food and few hands with actual beach volleyball.As it was 31st night, we decided to celebrate it outside our hotel room. From striving to get a pass to the only DJ nite available in town, we landed up being with the same set of guys from morning at their beach camp. But it was surely a very cool and nice experience. Around 7-8 of local folks gathered around the bonfire with us being the only tourists. The evening st
arted with bulla gazing the star lit sky, gult as usual making pally with the cooks, and I engaged in the local politics talk, ranging from uttaranchal movement, rising naxalism in the area and state of NGOs. As the spirits rose due to the “spirits” (procured from Dehradun for the occasion as rishikesh is a dry area), we moved to singing our favorite hindi songs appended with some sweet uttaranchali folk songs. I was applauded for my high pitched voice. Already high on several shots, few moments after taking the concluding “Ji”, I crashed well before the evening was over. As far as I remember, it was one of those rare occasions when somebody other than jaat, dragged me back to my tent.Photographs of the Day
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