Darchula Calling

We (me and Kaushal) were once again on the roads. After 40 hours of continuous bus ride, we reached Khalanga, headquarter of Darchula, with our butts sore, heads cranky, and legs swollen. Prem uncle met us later that day and helped us know about the route. His help would come very handy later on for...

Rara Lake

Have I ever dreamed of going to Rara? Hell yeah! Rara was always on my top of to-do list. And when I did go to Rara, I didn't want to come back.