The invitation for the trek had come as a surprise but I did not think twice before responding to it in affirmative. Irrespective of whether I am trekking in the Himalayas or trekking on railway treks, I have always enjoyed them, so saying yes to yet another trek was the most natural thing to do. But that was not the only thing that had intrigued me about this particular one. The fact that the yes came a split second sooner than it would come otherwise was also because of the fact that this was going to be a night trek. Something which I had never experienced before.
Leaving puffs of smoke behind, our matador crawled through the narrow roads of Gokarna for what seemed to be hours, with more than twice the number of people crammed inside the vehicle than it was designed to accommodate. But no one was complaining. Instead, I even heard few of my fellow passengers sing while some others seemed lost looking at the star-lit sky outside .Low-hanging bulbs cast a yellowish glow in-front of red-tiled houses that lined the lone meandering road on both sides, cattle resting by the houses, regurgitating, as we slowly left Gokarna behind.
The sound of graceful waves crashing on the edge of the narrow road welcomed us as we alighted the matador. On the waters there, the moon and the countless stars seemed to have come down from the sky. The water was as twinkling as the sky.
The road gave away to a trail leading to the hump that rose almost immediately. A few steps uphill under the clear sky and then we abruptly found ourselves walking under a thick foliage. The bright moon-light could no longer reach us and all that we were left in the name of light was the light coming from a couple of almost discharged mobile phones.
For almost the entire stretch the deep vegetation would vanish as randomly as it would come over us again. One moment we would be walking under a clear moon-lit sky and the next we would again be negotiating the narrow gaps between boulders and thorny bushes on our way ahead.
The forest godown right in the middle of the trail looked eerie but that was the only sign of humans we had come across since we started our walk, almost an hour back. It was all down-hill soon after the warehouse, tricky for the most part of it, but all 20 or so of us made it to the rocks of the Paradise beach.
A clear star-studded sky, sea-breeze to cool us down and the lullaby of the water wetting the beach to put us to sleep. All this by the side of this bonfire! That is how my nights at gokarna were! #gokarna #streetsofindia #streetphotography #travel #blogginglife #ttot #instagram #instapic #travelphotography #travelblogger #blogginglife #kudlebeach #ig_karnataka #karnataka #weekendfun #bonfire #paradisebeach
Under the moon-light and with the sounds of waves crashing against the rock, the tiny Paradise beach was totally worth the hour-long tiring walk. Lying on a rock by the bonfire we had lit-up, I found myself lost in the twinkling stars high above. I have always loved to sleep under the sky so it was a delight to sleep under a cloud-less sky. I think I also saw a faint Milky-way.
I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep but when I woke-up, all that was left in the name of a bonfire was a small pile of glowing ember. The fire was long gone.
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