31 July – Gala – Budhi Track – Part 3 – Lakhanpur to Malpa

We continued on our way to Malpa, much more cautious and serious. The barely 2-3 feet wide ledges high above the snarling Kali reduced our speed. The stones were smoothened out because of the constantly dripping water causing our boots to skid. The floor of the ledge was slippery and mucky. The raincoats were back on because we were constantly walking in and out of waterfalls. The roar of the Kali drowned out all conversation. Not that anybody was talking.

We now stuck close to each other. No one voiced out the worry that a slip and fall here would not have any kind of a happy outcome. There were no railings to speak of. A few relics from long ago remained. But they had rusted and would likely have fallen over if a butterfly had landed on the thin iron rods.

We clung to the cliff face on the left. The feel of the cold moss covered rock beneath my fingers gave me a slight sense of stability.

In places the overhang shielded us from the cascading water. It was unnerving to look out of the waterfall from the inside. The whole journey was fraught with risks and unrealistic beautiful moments. It seemed as if we were being teased by Mother Nature who alternately shone a hot bright light on us, dazzling our eyes, and then pushed us into a dark recess in the mountain, dunking us in chilled waters.

By 1 pm we had reached the halfway point. We would have lunch at Malpa. According to the original itinerary, this day’s trek would have ended at Malpa. But since the tragic landslide of August 1998 that killed more than 200 people, no one is allowed to stay there at night. All that’s left of the camp is a massive rocky patch and an icy stream that rushes down over a steep gradient. It’s a sobering thought, the fact that you are actually walking over the grave of hundreds of men, women and horses.

The stream that flows keeps changing directions. So we had to walk over a make shift bridge. It was actually nothing but a girder used in construction thrown horizontally over the water. Two 2-inch wide iron rods connected by wires. One foot on the left rod, one foot on the right rod. Throw out your arms and balance over the water. I gained a new respect for acrobats. When my cousin caught me on the other side, I nearly buckled in relief.

We had a quick lunch, being aware that we still had a long way to go. We wrung out soggy socks, shoes and hair, soaked up a little sunshine and pushed off once again in the direction of Budhi.