Walking Through Nature’s Canvas: Pooja Kumre’s Review of Trek to Valley of Flowers with Thrillophilia
I wanted to rediscover a part of myself that I had been ignoring for a long time, the adventurous side. I had spent most of my days reading and staring at laptop screens. I have always been interested in trekking with a backpack on my back, a stick in my hand and the open trail ahead of me. So, when I finally decided to go on a trip by myself, I picked the Valley of Flowers. I had heard stories about meadows that bloom into a riot of colours during the monsoon, and the idea of walking through them made me feel both scared and free. Thrillophilia made this dream easier by planning the trek in a way that was both structured and flexible. Even though I went by myself, I quickly realised that I wouldn't be alone. It was a group trek, which made the experience even better.
Driving Through the Himalayas
When I got to Haridwar, the driver from Thrillophilia met me with a big smile, and we started driving to Joshimath with a few other trekkers. At first, we were strangers, but as the car wound its way through the mountains, we quickly introduced ourselves and told each other short stories. I was already laughing and talking to people I had just met a few hours before we got to Joshimath.
Hiking to Ghangaria
The real adventure started the next morning when we set out on our trek to Ghangaria. I put on my shoes, tied my hair back, and said to myself, "You can do this." The path went through thick forests, fast rivers, and snow-covered peaks. Walking next to the Alaknanda and Lakshman Ganga rivers gave the perfect postcard-worthy Himalayan views, and the company made it better. Sometimes I walked alone, and other times I walked with others, sharing stories, snacks, or even just silence. When I was clearly tired, a fellow trekker gave me some dried fruit, a small act of kindness that stuck with me.
We got to Ghangaria, a cute little village surrounded by misty hills, after climbing 9 km. The group set up camp, and after cleaning up, we all met in the evening to drink tea and talk about how sore our legs were.
The Valley of Flowers Trek
When morning came, I was both nervous and excited, even though the trek was only 4 km long, the rocky, uphill path was hard work. Along the way, the group cheered each other on. One person would say, "almost there," and another would joke that "the flowers better be worth this climb."
And they really were, when we finally got to the valley, we were all speechless at what we saw. The meadow was full of bright colours from daisies, poppies, orchids, and primulas. The Himalayan and Zanskar ranges were home to more than 600 types of alpine flowers. The air was clean, the silence was magical, and for that moment, I forgot how tired I was. We walked deeper into the valley as a group, taking pictures of each other, and generally helping each other out. Both my heart and my memory card were full on the way back.
The Trek to Hemkund Sahib
The fourth day was the hardest, but also the best. The climb to Hemkund Sahib is steep, and the altitude hits you harder than you think. As a solo traveller, I may have questioned myself at various times, but being with a group made the experience easier. Someone would always slow down when I stopped to catch my breath, saying, "We're all in this together." The guide kept us all motivated and made sure no one felt left out.
After five kilometres of difficult trek, the sight of Hemkund Lake sparkling between snow-capped peaks was too beautiful for words. The gurudwara was peaceful and spiritual, and it felt like a reward for both the trek and the effort of pushing past limits. A lot of us put our hands in the cold water, and some of us even dove in quickly. Then we all sat in silence and let the place sink into us.
People talked and laughed on the way back down to Ghangaria because the hardest part was over. We stopped a lot, not just to rest but also to take in the views we had missed while climbing up. That night, the group got together again to talk about their day and enjoy the feeling of success.
The Goodbye
We started the descent to Joshimath on the last day, and the mountains looked different now. They didn't seem as scary; they seemed more like friends we were saying goodbye to. I slept like a baby at night, completely worn out, and with a heart full of gratitude.
When the guide dropped us off in Haridwar, he smiled and said, "This is the end of your trip." But it didn't feel like an end to me. It was a journey that brought me together with nature and people I didn't know at first, but became friends with.
When you travel alone, you often want to be free, but this trip reminded me how nice it can be to share a journey with other people. Thanks to Thrillophilia's smooth planning and the group's warmth, the Valley of Flowers became more than just a trek; it became a story I'll always remember.
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