Scaling Mount Saramati
We reached Pungro, a small town in northern Nagaland’s Kiphire district, late at night after covering about three and a half hundred kilometres on a dusty, winding mountain road. With no lodges available, the car driver took us to a government rest house. However, as foreigners from Bangladesh, we were told we needed permission from the zone’s additional district commissioner.
Dzo Zongo East Mission accomplished
Why do you climb? Why do you risk everything over scaling a summit?
Kang Yatse- II : The journey begins
It was a cold night in mid-September. The thick darkness was so depressing that I switched on the red light of the headlamp.
Chadar trek: walking on a frozen river
It was a cold January night in Delhi. As I boarded the first flight to Leh, the night was about to end.
Pungyen Gompa: Where the mountains whisper
A blunt, frosty night hugged me as I went out of the wooden cottage at Shayla, one of the beautiful tiny hamlets on the slopes of Mansiri Himal.
December 2, 2023
Scaling Mount Saramati
We reached Pungro, a small town in northern Nagaland’s Kiphire district, late at night after covering about three and a half hundred kilometres on a dusty, winding mountain road. With no lodges available, the car driver took us to a government rest house. However, as foreigners from Bangladesh, we were told we needed permission from the zone’s additional district commissioner.
January 14, 2023
Dzo Zongo East Mission accomplished
Why do you climb? Why do you risk everything over scaling a summit?
December 24, 2022
Two six thousanders in two days
It was easier than we anticipated.
December 3, 2022
Kang Yatse- II : The journey begins
It was a cold night in mid-September. The thick darkness was so depressing that I switched on the red light of the headlamp.
September 10, 2022
Chadar trek: walking on a frozen river
It was a cold January night in Delhi. As I boarded the first flight to Leh, the night was about to end.
July 16, 2022
Pungyen Gompa: Where the mountains whisper
A blunt, frosty night hugged me as I went out of the wooden cottage at Shayla, one of the beautiful tiny hamlets on the slopes of Mansiri Himal.
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