Our Personal Narnia - A short trek to Poonhill!
When you sit down to write a travelogue, I read somewhere to never use these
words as a narrative beginning. Because it said, you will be overselling your
experience. But there is no room for taking cautions as you know the ones
showing an interest in your travel journal are as much as wander lusty as you
are, maybe even more. The next thing I am sure of that compelled me to use the
sentence above is that every place you observe at a certain point of time had
never been that way and will never ever be the same, until of course the
concept of parallel universes holds true.
Else, everyplace you visit, every trip you
take, it's truly once in a
lifetime.
I use these 131 words before starting an account
of 6 days long, better
put as 6 days short, trek to a stunning hill
station concealed in the hazy mist on the lap of snow roofed Himalayas which my
country has been blessed with. Christened as Poonhill (Poon being one of the family names in Nepal), this hill stands tall at an altitude of 3210
meters, pretty easy to remember if you recite numerical from 0 to 3 from
opposite.
Getting there is quite easy too. Kathmandu to Pokhara is not a new highway to any of us. Allow me to
impart the details of my journey here onward.
(Published: ESSENCE Magazine, Year 4, Vol. 01, January 2015, Unleash.)
1 comments:
Write commentsIn my travel list for quite a time now. Reading this piece of yours, I cannot wait. i have to, though. :)
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