Hello, people of this lovely universe!
So, a little less than a month ago, a day before I was supposed to head back to Delhi after the mid-semester break, I was dragged to go camping for one night by my parents. Now, I say dragged because I was sick, and it was cold, and it was my last night at home, so, I mean, I wanted to stay at home.
Plus, my flight was the next morning and that meant I would miss out on the river rafting, which I shouldn’t have done anyway because I was sick, but if I’m being dragged to go camping, I’d like to experience the entirety. Sadly, that didn’t happen, but not so sadly, I could take some very random pictures, that I can now make a post about! Plus, I like rivers.
We were basically going to this place called Rishikesh, at the foothills of the Himalayas, beside the Ganga. And this is where you can get some really affordable river rafting and bungee jumping done (which I, again, could not do). But, anyway, there are multiple little businesses right beside the riverbed that set up their own tents and things, and we were staying in one of those many, many, many groups of tents.
To get to our tents, we had to walk along the back of all the others, carefully stepping on those two lines of cement, trying not to fall in the water between, or roll down the little hills beside them. We walked on these for ages, and honestly this was my favourite part. I don’t even know why, I just loved it.
Each of the tents in our circle had 4 beds and an attached, little bathroom. But, the closer you got to the river, the smaller the tents became, and there were common bathrooms for groups of those. The ones closest to the river were legitimate camping tents with either low beds, or sleeping bags, which looked pretty damn fun, to be honest.
The part of the river that we were closest to wasn’t that full of water, plus it was nearing summer, so the river was on it’s way to drying up further. Come rain, and all those smooth, grey stones will be submerged, and the water level will rise tremendously.
The place where we were staying was called Second Heaven, and while we were walking down to the river, we found a rock painted with the words, and for some random reason, I found that hilarious. Maybe I was delirious because I was sick, so I just laughed and took a photo, and I remember that moment so distinctly, which is why I’m going to put that photo here.
Time for some photos of flowers, because I think they’re really cute, and why the heck not.
Each circle of tents was separated by this green material thingy (wow) that’s found everywhere, but I still don’t know the name of, and I found a little tear in one, and took this for the aesthetic, and it’s not even about the fricking trip or anything, but it might just be my favourite photo. Why? Not sure. I think it’s the fairy lights. Yeah, it probably is the fairy lights.
And yeah, that’s the end of this short post about a short trip. Pretty random. I think I said random about 1700 times in this post.