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Visit a place of eternal beauty

It's a very nice Dehradun to Rishikesh via Jolly Grant. Except for a few chaotic groups is a nice route. We take the ring road before reaching the edge of Rishikesh Laxman Jhula, This bridge connects more known through Tehri Ananda Spa. Once I have taken some of my friends to Rishikesh Tehri dam this route. The road is beautiful and well maintained. I feel the usp of Ananda also includes its luxury unit without problems Jolly grant to the spa. Well back to the point. Omni is the poor man was proving far beyond their expectations, not only because took us from Delhi to my village near Pauri but she proved her mettle when prompted us to Badrinath in 2004. Lata and Ravi had come across this way first time and were enjoying the scenic beauty spread around until the horizon from view. Although the mountains are sterile until prayag developer, openness and endless sight captivates travelers. The Ganges flows soothness downstreams gives an incredible eye. Cleaner air and breathe fresh, this is the first love of a change person is after stepping into the mountains. We were driving safely stop at regular intervals to assess the goodness of nature. Small patches villages far from the sun that reflects beautiful, endless terraced fields, pleasant sounds of bells hung in cattle are floating with the breeze, the song of the leaves and yet a polite silence. These things make each visit a memorable and always welcome Garhwal. I feel I've developed a kind of infatuation toward this place. I am attached this place just by virtue of my parents were born here, but I have developed the attraction to this place is inexplicable to me.

We went through Shivpuri (first point from where it starts to Rishikesh river rafting), and had a high Kudiyala Rapid byasi. The lime drink is so refreshing in teendhara I never forget to have one each time they pass by this place. He does it with fresh water that comes from a perennial source unknown mountains. The flavor and freshness of this water is so natural that removes the weariness of his body. The way forward we reach a point where you can see the confluence of Bhagirathi and Alaknanda at Dev Prayag. From this point on, the river is named Ganga life "to the river to Bangladesh, where it is known as Padma. Folklore is the Bhagirathi is the mother-in-law Alaknanda so the Bhagirathi is calling through mountain ravines Tehri while the Alaknanda river is calm and composed and melts without any complaint. It is a incredible spectacle. You could distinguish the color of two rivers, even after the point of confluence of several hundred meters.

After curve maneuvers only deviation from the main road to the right is a bridge just before Dev Prayag to cross the Ganges into Pauri Garhwal. So no to drive until prayag Dev but the best view of the prayag you get is from this one bridge. When we were almost in the bed of the river he felt the heat in our heads. Also the location of Dev Prayag is such that a sealed on three sides by mountains and gives a feeling of claustrophobia. The dev prayag road is narrow and has curves but I was enjoying driving. If nothing works, could become a conductor hill well and can carry passengers on Dehradun – Mussourie road comfortably. And Anju Lata had short naps, I looked through the mirror, when Ravi acclaimed both see a fabulous show jumping from naps with inquisition "Kanha hai Kanha hai. Sometimes I feel that women are very beautiful gift of appreciating good even better than a male, but the former has to be asked to express it. The aridity of the mountains sterile manifested in the heat but it was bearable. After winding our way through winding roads for about 2 hours we Safdarkhal. we stopped in place, a couple of miles before Safdarkhal, for a while. This place had a beautiful view of the river Ganga. We were at the height of the great Ganga view was reduced to a current marriageable. There we saw a flat pasture a beautiful place overlooking the river with a bed of grass. Ravi was interested in buying the piece of land for a small house on it. We reached a small village with narrow Safdarkhal further narrow road winds itself through this place. Small shops with ubiquitous paraphernalia, ie Everything under one tent, bunch of bananas hanging canopy cabbage, stale samosas next oxidized. People with inquiring eyes, languishing in the sun without any an indication of the development. Although the Pahari people develop wrinkles at age very raw, but the emotions and expressions on his face speaks his heart. They do not know how to get out the emotions.

Ravi lives Safdarkhal cousin her husband is employed in the branch of SBI Safdarkhal. We did not have to work hard to find. A person who led us to the house because the bank was closed. We met a few ladies, while on our way to that house, every time I saw coming through a little narrow path I thought it might be her, but the road was Ravi ignore them, I felt that was sure to recognize his cousin. And there she was standing bewildered in front of Ravi, despite of wrinkles in his face had a glow and millions of question marks in their eyes tightly held. Ravi standing in front of her, after a wee hitch asked if he recognized him, but could not. Holding the chin and mouth with the pallu of her sari tried to display their memories dumped on the pile of daily concerns. But before he could respond Ravi was identified "I am Ravinder Rohini. And the wrinkles on the edges of her lips deepened his cheeks glowed, she recognized him, but was still in the loss, as if dreaming. His eyes gave us an impression of your age is 10 years older than her actual age. Inside was amazed for a kind baithak enclosed courtyard. He served us steel water glasses, and I tell them that the water was so refreshing that I took another that serves only to try it again. There was a TV VCD player kept on a Takht (a kind wooden bed rough stuff). Taslan 'kutli an' A '"and rope all kept under this Takht. Rurbanization. So the tentacles of development have come to the villages through these roads. We were served tea and biscuits. Meanwhile his daughter, about 7 years, had come from the school, an innocent girl, smiling all the time but could not muster the courage to approach. We clicked some pictures there and proceeded towards Ghurduri, a beautiful site on a hill, 95 kms from Rishikesh. After a few turns we could see the beautiful view of the university in Engineering Ghurduri. A white structure enjoying the sun on a mountain of ignoring green. It clearly shows the supremacy of human development on nature. In our way we stopped in some places with beautiful views of snowy mountains so close yet so far. I've been watching these mountains since my childhood, always there, as if meditating since time immortal for the welfare of our human species. In these places you get to know how much our eyes can see, in a sense, our visual skills testing. We passed through without stopping Engineering College, no one even bothered to mention that stop near Ghurduri engineering at university. Can be the aesthetics of the mountain forest and disprove the existence of man-made structure and the same was having some kind of synergy with the basic instinct humans. It was the encroachment of nature, a sore eye for nature lovers. After maneuvering a curve we were on our way to Jamla Khal (Banagarsiun Patti) A small bus stop which serves about 15 villages with shops and a great old age of trees pipal. Jamla Khal is only 2 km from Ghurduri only engineering college in the Garhwal region of Uttranchal. It is a fascinating and charming with many people drive to catch the view. He could not resist temptation of the beautiful view of smoke erupting from the villages, the sumptuous dinner prepared for farmers tired. The water here is something magical flavor. Food preparations in which tastes like anything with ingredients bare minimum is 5 stars for the treatment of palate. We arrived around 3.00 pm Jamlakhal. I parked the truck near a faucet that flows tirelessly to make a small creek on the way to a farm. I had a wash and was fresh in the morning. The breeze was coaxed to peck our cheeks frost. The air was so refreshing that a deep breath was the body conditioning all from the inside. As we left our party of nature that saw some school boys staring us with a questioning look. He had a packet of wafers, which were offered, hesitantly moved a step back and watched with a smile. But somehow they were not willing to let this opportunity and took it with pleasure after a little reminder. Jaamlakhal is like a small plateau at the top of the hill, here you can get a majestic view of the snowy Himalayan ranges behind the Tehri region. Chaukhamba, chandrabadni, ranges Kedarnath are some name. One of my uncles runs a shop in Jamlakhaal. He is doing a good business in this place and also has a pretty good area of land around Jamlakhaal. We get a wonderful view Alaknanda River through Bagwaan, Maletha and Kirti Nagar. The road map looks like a thread Badirnath covered on one side of the river and a vehicle looks like an ant in this thread. From here we can have a panoramic view of about 100 villages scattered in the mountains. If I was not exaggerating, I would call this place as cabin Pauri Garhwal. The closest town to this place is Jamla. And my people Bamraari Jamla is just below. A short stop at the plateau of the hill of rest, which leans more to pave the way for Alaknanda. In my town Jamlakhaal looks as if the children did some gambling and have left the place as they are now grown up and too busy to return. One of my widow daadi ji is now the oldest member in our family continues to maneuver between Bamraari and Charakot (his native town), is across Jamlakhaal Hill. I learned that she was in Charakot at the moment, so I thought to meet her there alone. So it was easy for me, as this town is connected with passable road. My people are waiting to be connected to the road and therefore we have to walk all the way up the stern ramp. Walking down is a pain, but when we must return to the steep climb Jamlakhaal removes all the body's energy and charismatic charm of the natural beauty of the head.

Charakot unit is 8 kms from Jamlakhaal. To our bad luck the road was under repair. Whole of the road was dug up and there were piles of stones everywhere. It was very risky on my part to lead everyone through it. Ravi and I often went down and opened the way to go through the patch. The fear was apparent on the face of Lata and Ravi. Anju was not terrible, but it was a note of caution. I feel she was confident in my driving skills and a complacent expression she gave me the strength to lead through this dangerous stretch. It is rightly said that there is always a woman behind the success of man. Anju And I was sitting right behind me. In closing couple of times bumpy ride on the road to slow to exploit fear of the ladies like screams. Many times during the maneuvers over uneven gradient I asked the sister of both to keep a corner of the truck against the inclination to take stock. I saw both hugged the left side of the seat and had a spontaneous laugh, telling this was probably the first time they hugged each other. Somehow we passed this dangerous stretch of 4 km in 20 minutes. We found a little girl dressed in school uniform walking down the road. Just ask the distance to the left to Charakot I stopped at his side. Ravi asked to what extent charakot in confidence and without comprehendible-lingo Garhwal half-ripe. As I was to go farther, sat on without hesitation that they tell us the way to Charakot. This was a big surprise to me. A young woman shares the seat a car with an unknown person is not imaginable in this part of the world, except on grounds of bad taste. I feel our place is living moral codes where fear is being related to nature and animals. Humans do not scare humans. As the unit was a rather kind I started talking to her in Garhwal. Tome a glimpse of it through the mirror and I'm saying that she was the natural beauty. Spotless skin, lips that glow red plum Pahari, eyes enough to keep an eye on anyone. This girl got close to the village to take another path. I parked the car in a convenient location and began looking for someone to tell me the location of the house. I saw some children playing nearby. Soiled clothing, mud everywhere, barefoot, runny nose had permanent mark on both current sides of the bridge of the nose between the nose and upper lip, but happier than our children. chapped lips and tongue is often used to clean the nose running. I called a guy but he was reluctant to respond. Then I saw an old lady with weak structure, I asked him about the whereabouts of my Daadi ji. She not only told me location, but also a delegate most of kid from that brigade to take me to the location. And now everybody was ready to accompany us. All moving ahead of us and often turning his head back and see us, if not lost in the intricacies of the village. At the moment I saw my foot along the road daadi looking inquiringly me. I smiled and laughed as I walked in awe. She was very happy to see me and of course Anju. We have been her favorite grandson and granddaughter in law. My grandfather had three Brothers (now all have stopped heavenly abode). My grandfather was the oldest one. The second brother had no children. daadi to speak is his wife. Having no children spoiled us a lot. After the disappearance of daadji this was the first time I met daadi. The pleasant surprise was short lived when I told him I'll go in minutes. After a glass of water out of the house. Daadiji us to the place where he had parked the car. Ravi said he felt the pressure on the stomach. I had a few bottles of water. It took one and went to a hideout under the highway. After a few moments came out as a conqueror. He said he felt good after of liberation. Daadi insisted on our staying at home for a night, but I said we already have a reservation at a guesthouse that was not true. We planning to spend the night at the circuit house situated on the road to Pauri.

Sun was not at all hostile Now maybe pleasant warmth felt like the temperature plunges down. We were in a hurry to cross the dangerous stretch our way back to Jamlakhaal sunlight. Now cold was felt on the nose. Sun lost behind the mountains. The sky was orange red. The seam of the sky over the mountains shining and glistening snow-capped mountains are golden. We arrived Jaamlakhaal at 6.30. Once again, stopped at my uncle's shop, we had tea and moved closer to Ghurduri. We thought we would take place to stay in the house circuit. It was dark and the temperature was constantly sliding down. It is hard work to drive in the hills at night. The beam of the headlights of the vehicle remains upright, while rolling down the road is causing dangerously poor visibility. The best approach is to drive extremely slow during these conditions. While driving to Ghurduri an idea that caught my attention we can get some Bed & Breakfast "at the University of Engineering. We entered the university, is a huge, yet into the socket. We talked to the person who said he was in charge of hostels and also a professor of the Faculty of Engineering. She said she had full board next election Legislative Assembly and is being occupied by the observers. The also told us that even the house was full of circuits and therefore we must search for hotels in Pauri. The distance from the School of Engineering Ghurduri to Pauri is 16 Kms, that under no circumstances be too much for us. However, I started to drive to Pauri. Fatigue was evident on the faces of Anju and Lata. After driving two miles Ravi saw things searched a hotel just down the road. As we drove closer to our surprise was a medium sized complex called 'Mumukshu. A well-maintained complex in the middle of the jungle. I got up and stood beside the road. Ravi and I went down to the station. It is located near a place called sain Khandyu. Khandyu Sain is a beautiful place as the Pauri prayag dev. We were greeted by a well dressed young man who told me that a room for the evening will cost Rs.3200 / – and I was dumfounds. I was surprised to hear tariff, high in Garhwal. I thought it might be some confusion about whole and room rental. So we took the manager. Mr. Bhatt a friendly person repeated the same thing. I said 4 years ago I was a room in Pauri of Rs.100 / – only. He said that this room tariff would, in Pauri even now, but we maintain certain standards and therefore the calculation cost have been done. We asked to give a look at the rooms of hotels and resorts. We saw the rooms were decorated in an excellent and cost calculation right. But I insisted on the solution of the rooms for peanuts. I used all my experience of trading technology, I held tightly to my side of Mr. Bhatt shoulder forwarded my heat to get the discount, I spoke in Garhwal in vain tried to find a relationship with him through his people. Somehow the year after a long persuasion won the battle. We have two rooms for Rs 500 / – each. Cheap, right? We returned to the ladies in our hearts doubled and transmitted the good news. I parked the van outside the door of the hotel through a very narrow path, which was reduced with a good slope. Ladies were also happy find a good place. This resort has 16 rooms decorated beautifully made. This is built in 9 Nali (2250 square yards). I was amazed at the tapestry everything was imported. sinks, toilets were very clean and shiny. When I say very neat that were cleaner than many favorite hotel. As the reels out under temperatures very cold rooms have proper paraphernalia to deal with cold. Blankets and bedspreads are of very good quality. Conference room, a restaurant of medium size a fireplace, a small fountain, a variety of plants, mountain biking facility, a fully equipped kitchen are some of attraction. A good parking place is urgently needed. Are shivering, we have hot tea as a welcome drink, which obviously was very welcoming. While drinking tea in the lobby long and open I was working in the visual delights of the night in the mountains. The beauty of the mountains at night has its own charm. The lights of the village hundreds of miles away lights like stars in the constellation of eye level. Among jugnus catching your eye. I saw beautiful view of small portion of the new Tehri overlooking a mountain which is four hours from Pauri. You can see more people at night than during the day just for their illumination. We ask for the dinner, but Bhatt ji told us that dinner would be of their choice as it was 8.30 and by then most of Garhwal is asleep. After an exhausting day of the dinner was delicious and healthy. Baigan ka Bharta with chopped tomatoes and green chiles, with perfect Arhar Dal tadka of cumin, green pepper and garlic, well-dressed salad, Rice and chapaatis on demand and all these things hot. After healthy foods that just came around to have a look of the town and its surroundings. Before going to bed, take hot water bath was very refreshing. It was very cold, I had never experienced temperatures so low in my life. To sleep we had to take 2 blankets and a double blanket, which I took from Dehradun.

To the next day morning we started and went to a place 20 km from Pauri Khirsu. We bypass prior to Kanduliya Pauri. The road is elevated to a moderate height of 2000 meters on sea level. Here the temperature remains down compared with Pauri and near places due to sunlight negligible. It is a beautiful spot just above Pauri with tall oak and deodar trees on both sides of road surveillance. Drive through the forest of oaks and pines is very rejuvenating. Rays must struggle through these trees to reach the ground. The place has all the things needed to be developed as a beautiful hill station, but by ignorance and inert behavior policy makers. The road winds through the snake itself as tall trees. A red flower called buraans everything had medicinal values finished. It was a magnificent spectacle, red flowers scattered across the road, which was minimal traffic signal traffic on this road. Tranquillity of forest was the representation of the soul. One overlooks the peaks of Nanda Devi as countless hypnotic, Chaukhamba, Swargrohini, Trishul Gangotri, Kedarnath, Sumeru, Satopanth, Nilkanth, Gauriparbat, Haatiparbat, Drongiri of Pauri and nearby places. We got to meet the bypass Bubakhal when Kotdwar Pauri road. We stopped a moment to smell the morning freshness of nature. Only to find out about how I talked Khirsu children going to school. All of them had typical features of Pahari-cheeked pink eyes barely opened. Nature blesses those who care about it. All these children had an inviting aura. I spoke with them and captured the meeting closed innocent. Right in front of a road branches Bubakhal left to Mandakhal. The road is narrow but well maintained. I enjoyed driving through it, the car was traveling on the road. This road climbs Paabon Bazar, some famous Garhwal songs have mention of this place. cool breeze through the trees of light was very smooth. Although sun catch up, but cool in the air was very warm. We had left Pauri Pauri but the view from this road has been very pleasant. City scattered on the hillside of shallow sunbathing as if a body has a leaflet on the grass. In Mandakhal across one might have a vision other than large terraced fields and small stream running through these fields. Now we were in hiding from the sun and biting chill. After a 40-minute trip Mumukshu, we Khirsu. It is short walk from parking at the guest house GMVN. The house was under renovation and has a nominal price of Rs.700 / – You can get a room. In winter this place is still limited snow. From here you can see a majestic view of hundreds of mountain peaks covered snow. This place is surrounded by thick oak and deodar forest. It is a developed, but has a potential for a tourist hideaway. This place also is famous for its apple orchards, but we could not see one. As of 12.30 noon was returning to Dehradun in the evening was the first thing on my mind. I knew there was Khirsu a way to connect for yatra route somewhere near Rudrapryag. I'm going to be the best option to get to Srinagar, but a local told me that the road is in extensive repair and was very dangerous to drive through it. So we decided to drive back to Pauri.

Pauri district headquarters town is now a rather congested. Despite the outskirts of the city are beautiful places, but stood the area around the bus is very old and needs a complete revamp. Not You can find a parking place near the bus stop. Grocery stores dirty wound otherwise beautiful and serene city. We took some pakoras and bread, as there was nothing more appropriate to eat at that particular location. We left the place towards Srinagar. Srinagar is 35 kms from Pauri low. We left the city and stopped to have a fit quick bread pakoras with sauce. After finishing breakfast later we were on our way to Srinagar. The winding road descending charming strip party nature to the wide valley of Srinagar through flat green ravines warmer. The road is excellent and descends in the beautiful setting of villages and fields. As we were leaving behind Pauri the climate was warmer. And there was a beautiful view of Alaknanda flowing like a girl next Kiritnagar. We were in Srinagar by the clock or 1.30. Located along the Alaknanda River is a vibrant city boasting the latest youth fashion in vague. It is a HN Bahuguna Garhwal home university. This university serves the entire Garhwal region and has some very good departments – Geography and Tourism. This is the reason Srinagar is educational and cultural center of the region Garhwal. There are few ancient temples in and around Srinagar, attracting local tourists, Dhari Devi is known to everyone. As quickly until just left the guest house and GMVN turn. Although sun clouds began to concern me if we join with our sujourn shower in the hills, it would be difficult to drive. It is difficult through the rain in the hills also a humble truck. We were driving along the Alaknanda, rotating through the spine of the hills. After to have visual contact with some of the incommensurable peaks a few hours ago we were at the root of it. The pristine beauty of the green hills sterile monologue now hot silence. We arrived at kodiyala of 4.00 hours and we had our last lunch was prepared by the dhaba Wala fresh mood. Hunger and Melancholia color Garnet sediments of the mountain had taken a toll. The food was a refreshing to the body and mood. By 5.30 we were on tap for Dehradun. A thrilling experience was what we were taking with us. Traffic jams in Dehradun diluted all our unconditional demand for having an agreement in the hills



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