One day, we decided to trek to Triund(2900m).
But I made a 'fatal' mistake from the start. Because MG was always raining, so I thought it would be a nice idea to wear my functional sandle instead of trekking shoe. I thought so was because my sandle worked really well also in the hilly landscape of MG.
However I under-estimated the difficulty of the trek. Though I encountered lots of 'hardships' during the trek, I was able to survive after the 9hour-trekking.
We started our trip happily.
We still needed more luck for the weather.
Very soon, we encountered a big 'problem'.
In India, there are many stray cows on the street, needless to say that they are also present in the mountains. They live a happy life here as basically speaking, they won't be eaten by Indians. Their only enermies are dogs because the two sides are always fighting for rubbish on the street!
We are not dogs, of course there won't be any troubles for us. However, the 'mountain-loving' dogs likes to follow trekkers to the top of the mountains. When the cows started to use their horns to attack the 5dogs which were following us, we found we were in trouble as the dogs were so smart that they hid behind us.
Our path was blocked by cows.
They were all along the path.
Originally, we tried to give up to trek. Finally thankful for a Korean guy who used his trekking sticks to defend us from the cows, so we continued our trek.
Our companions? Or trouble-makers?
We met nice local people on the way.
The foggy weather had another kind of beauty.
After ascending about 1000m, we finally arrived the top of Triund.
Although it was totally covered by fog, we still thought we were lucky as we had reached the top before the heavy rainstorm came. After we chatted with our newly met friends under the roof of a small kiosk for 2hours, the sky was finally clear and the landscape was amazing.
The wonderful Himalayan range.
The small kiosk where we stayed for two hours.
The sky was only clear for half an hour, soon it was covered by fog again. So we decided to descend before it would be dark.
When we left, the dogs also followed us back to town.
We could see small huts on the path. Such a tiring trek to walk back home!
The path was really not easy for my sandle, all the big and small boulders underneath were like Reflexology for me. I am sure the dog claws performed better than mine. I was tired to die after that day. Thankful to my sandle!
