And on the seventh day, god rested #2

Late that morning, Prashi and I start riding up the road towards Munsiyari. We had no luggage except for our cameras, but that didn’t make the ride any easier. We had numerous water crossings to negotiate all morning, and the steep and winding ghat roads tired us very fast. Still the view was, for want of a better word, breath-taking.

Our bikes peer over the cliff into the valley.

I take on a water crossing.

The road up to Munsiyari.

Two hours and many water crossings later, we reached a pass through the mountains. This was Kala Muni, a mere 19km from Birthi, a little more than half-way to Munsiyari from Birthi. A small tea-shop and a dilapidated temple were all that marked the place. Well into cloud cover, visibility was pretty poor, and the place was quite chill too.

Further ahead, the nice pucca road gave way to a kuchcha mud road, when Prashi and I decided we’d had enough, and turned back. It took us 2 hours, in bright daylight, without luggage, to reach Kala Muni. Our snap decision to stay in Birthi the previous day was nothing short of brilliant.

The road down to Birthi