Trip to Chamba

We had plans to take Pari to her grand-grandmother. It took us about seven hours to reach Chamba. I was worried that she will be annoyed with the curvy roads there, but she was sleeping peacefully most of the time.

Initially, she was a bit irritated by too many new people there, but she became agreeable after a days or so. I think she needs her own time to see new faces and get acquainted with them. But one thing is clear that she is not a typical people person.

She loved Naniji and was happy in her lap.



We also visited Khajiar, the mini Switzerland. It was nice, but Pari didn't quite like that outing. It was kinda humid and hot and evening sun seemed to irritate her.

Next day we planned to return. Apparently all this travel took a toll on her. She caught high fever on the way. Luckily we were carrying all our medicines, so things were under control. I just hoped to reach home as early as possible. But to add to our problems, one old bridge had collapsed due to heavy rain. We were rerouted through a bypass (which was made one way), which took about two hours extra.

As if that was not enough, it started raining just when we were back on the main route. It was about seven in the evening when the rain started and it rained cats and dogs all the way since then. It was too difficult to see anything. It looked like somebody is trowing buckets of water on the windscreen and in some places it became so foggy that visibility dropped to just couple of feets. Somehow we reached home after about ten hours of tiring (and adventurous) journey. What a trip to remember!

We both caught fever the next day. It was tough. I was fearing worse, but luckily she was normal in one day. We were ordered back to Hamirpur the next day. Papa and Ma (her grandparents) were furious over the trips we had been making with such a small baby... and I agree with them.

I am not going anywhere else for rest of our stay here.

:-(