Many of you who read my blog or follow me on Instagram here and here must have noticed a green hooded jacket that I frequently travel in. It has been my “sisterhood of traveling pants” without the sharing part. There are so many memories attached to this materialistic happiness of mine.
I don’t remember for sure but I think I bought it in the year 2015 for the trek to Valley of flowers, which sadly didn’t materialize, we canceled the trek on the day we were leaving for Rishikesh, the rains had unleashed havoc in the entire state. The roads connecting the valley of flowers to the rest of the world were washed away, entire villages were just wiped off the map. Every monsoon it keeps getting worse in the mountains, the trees that bind the soil and the only living species that can withstand that fury, have been felled mercilessly. Consequences are what we witness now.
Back on the journey of the jacket….
The first trek that this piece wrapped me in its warmth was Deoria Taal, in Uttrakhand.
Oh! Deoria, you beauty
This is my Alter-ego at Rah Geer.
Next, we were on way to Tungnath trek
One of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever been to
Here we are on our way to Kinnaur in Himachal Pradesh
Made it to Kalpa in Kinnaur, super tired and super thrilled.
By the banks of River Bespa, the last Indian village.
And we were in Kaza, looking so high street fashion sorts
Can’t do with it, Can’t do without it. Spiti is a cold desert, step in the sun and will get scorching hot, out of the sun and it gets freezing cold.
I don’t think the Yaks considered me as a threat, I almost looked like them. This was at Langza village in Spiti valley
The jacket has been to the highest motorable village in the world and also saved me from the smashing cold winds at 4587 meter
Komic – Nearly blew me away
A part of me is still in Chandrataal
The second mountain pass the jacket had the fortune of traveling to – Rohtang Pass
Kunzum la pass was the first
Jacket goes international, here in Phobjikha valley, Bhutan
The jacket needs a passport now
Now the jacket hangs in the cupboard slumped in a corner waiting to be packed in a suitcase and flown across continents. And, that halo is not real fur, its synthetic fibers doing an excellent job of obstructing the unsolicited advice given at free will.
Till we travel again!
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Your jacket looks cool, and so are your frames! 🙂
Hey Renuka, thank you 🙂