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MOUNTAIN HARAMUKH, OR HOW TO CLEAR THE HEAD IN 6 HOURS

The real story of the journey to India must begin with words describing the repressed, confused, or confused spirit of the narrator. This introduction as it prepares the reader for the fact that the author expected some kind of relief from the trip. My story is no exception. Overwhelmed by disappointment, bitterness of loss and overwhelmed by empty hopes, I expected from this trip not just new impressions, acquaintances and sensations. Probably the most I was waiting for a miracle.

This story could not have happened if my friend Shakur, a local businessman from Srinagar, had not had the idea to make a 3-day trekking to Gangabal Lake, which is located near Mount Haramukh. We have assembled a team of 6 people: I, Steph (traveler from Australia), Shakur, his best friend Nisar, our guide Baig and his brother Shabir. Except for me and Steph, everyone was originally from Kashmir.

We started at 6 am from Srinagar by car, on the way we stopped in several shops for fresh bread and fruit. Each had a small backpack of personal belongings, plus general equipment: awning, sleeping bags, gas, a burner, dishes, food. Arriving at the base where the route for trekking started from, we rented one pony onto which we put all the heavy things on, and we ourselves went light.

Approximately half the way to the lake had to climb up all the time, albeit along a comfortable wide path. However, until the breathing and pulse returned to normal, it was necessary to ignore the feeling that you were about to spit out your heart, it was so unbecoming. Going slowly and not stopping is the main rule for such a climb. In general, the most difficult thing is to get used to it, and for everything else there are trekking sticks, sweets and water near by.

The second part of the journey began after a halt, serving hot tea with milk and spices, scrambled eggs and other food for travelers. Further, the road runs through small elevation differences and along the edges of the mountains, so there is no difficulty in overcoming, the main thing is to look at your feet and not stay in the sun.

After 6 hours we fall on the grass from fatigue. Ahead of the last couple of hundred meters, in front of which we did a five-minute rest. I lay face down, hugging the earth, face up, looking at the clouds and squinting against the bright light.

We saw Mount Haramukh another hour before walking to the destination. And even then I realized that she was beautiful. But this was not a good idea for what was destined to be experienced a little later.

I remember how I faced the last hill that separated from the mountain. Even then, I felt something, but, as before, I decided to keep my emotions with me, by force I sent the commander back to my throat back into the depth of my experiences. I remember how Shakur said to me: “We are on the spot,” and I answered him: “Not yet.”

I rushed forward, overcoming the last meters, climbed a hill, and then this stunning landscape stretched before me. I remember how squeezed my throat from anxiety, how the blood rushed to my head, spreading like a chilling sound over the skull box. I remember how tears flowed like hail, Shakur and Nisar said something to me, and I just looked away to the side not to miss the moment. This moment, it could not be missed under any circumstances, because it was my moment.

I remember telling my friends that they would go further to the camp, that I needed to be alone, that everything was alright and that I would definitely join them when I was ready. They left, leaving me alone with all my pain and suffering that I could not survive until now. I came closer to the mountain, sat down, leaning my back on the stone, and with an open heart met the miracle I had hoped for and waited for.

Alone with the mountain, I spent about forty minutes. I saw how the guys had already set up camp on the shore, and Nisar went up to the water and began to wave his hand to me – a kind of hello from the present, during parting with a difficult past.

I got up, took a deep breath, and felt the very thing for which I had come this long way. Head and thoughts were as clear as that glacier on Mount Haramukh. I left everything that was pressing over me, putting in the baggage of life experience. I have no idea what to do now, but I know one thing: I now have enough space for something really worthwhile and important. To this and stretch to this day.

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