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Thrill..

5 May

We reached the gates of the National park after a 1/2 km walk.After logging in we walked further.Soon we came across the entrance to our camp-our habitat for the next 5 days.The sun was beatingdown from all the hills around us.We were taken to the Central Canopy.After the formalities we waited for the remaining groups. We then were served a Kokum drink. I ,who had promised myself before leaving my home that I would somehow manage to buy mineral water was soon guzzling the welcome drink.
We were introduced to the camp Chief and his team. We were given a long list of Dos and Don’ts.The kids were assigned tents.The tents were bunched into three groups.Out itinery was announced.We broke for lunch.After lunch some games were organised to break the ice.Some of them were very interesting. The kids of each tent had to come up with a tent jingle within ten minutes.
After tea there was an interactive talk by the organisers. One of the organisers was Mr. Charuhas Joshi . He is the first civilian to go on Siachen without oxygen. His narration kept us so enthralled we didn’t know when darkness descended.
Now the forest had a different definition for some of us.There were only a few solar lamps. And the kitchen on the other bank of the stream had a generator.But the other bank looked so far away that we named it LoC. The campers were prohibited to cross the bridge for obvoius reasons. Everything was so well organised that we were soon geared up with shoes, torch,mosquito -repellent and our dinner plates.The most disciplined tent got to eat first.
After dinner we retired to our tents. The tents were so hot that we soon yearned to go back to the airy Central Canopy. But light-out was just a few minutes away.. The girls kept chatting and the boys in their tents were hooting ang teasing each other.I had expected to hear jungle sounds..but all I heard for a long ,long time that night was giggles, human owls hooting, human jackals wailing and the repeated migration of boys from tent to tent in search of a frog-free, ant -free place to sleep.The girls’ tents were on a raised platform. So they were better.
We had barely slept when we woke up to the shrill whistle of the camp leader…

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