Mist accumulates on trees and then drop on the carpet of the fallen leaves lying on the ground. The musty smell prevails all along the trails covered by the branches of pine, oak and rhododendron. Only the sound of dry leaves crunching under the feet of trekkers breaks the silence of the forest. Moved ahead will see the curtains of the mist covering the path travelled so far. The experience of any trek through the national park located in the eastern Himalaya would be no different than this. Still, we never could ignore the call from Singalila national park. She is special to us always.
Pure Grit. Pure Adventure.
Bikat means difficult. But with us, that’s not a warning—it’s a promise. Of stories worth telling. Of adventures worth chasing.
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