The ‘Real’ Kaza

After the bumpy ride from Manali, the wind-stricken stay at Batal and the maddening walk to the breath-taking Chandra taal, my bones were craving comfort, a clean washroom, hot water and some belly filling food. And that’s exactly what I got in Kaza. Here, I’m cooped up at Hotel Spiti Heritage. A relatively new hotel in…

Everything Unwanted The Road Offers

The strangest thing happened today. I had reached Batal by 9 or so in the morning. The wind hadn’t started yet. The bus from Kaza arrived dutifully at 11. I was in the dhaba doing what I don’t quite remember. The crowd started spilling into the shack and soon it was a chaos curry of…

Learning To Be A Freeloader

The breathing problem got worse in the morning. I want to get down to Batal at the earliest. I feel awkward in Chandratal and there is no one to talk to. All the other tourists here are with friends and spent their time either in their tents or preparing for the trek to Chandrataal, stuffing their…

Talking to the wind in Batal

I refuse to budge from this chair I have found. My butt deserves stability. I would have also liked some peace of mind but this damned crazy wind won’t let me have any of it. The best way to enjoy your time in Batal is to sit here on this platform to the left of…

Day 2 – The plan ahead

  Sometimes, I’m immensely lazy. So lazy that I fail to be proactive. Even when it really matters. I’m so lazy that I choose not to go to office on random whim. I wake up on time. Get ready, have some tea and then message my boss – I’m not coming today. I’m so lazy that I’ve…