Pothead Bawa
Welcome to another edition of Pothead Stories on High Dairies! Today, we’re taking you on a solo journey from Chandigarh to Mount Abu, where the road becomes a canvas and each moment a stroke of pure bliss. Buckle up and light up as we dive into this unforgettable adventure.
Setting the Scene
The sun was just beginning to rise over Chandigarh, casting a golden hue over the city. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp morning air, and lit up a joint to start my journey on the right note. The familiar warmth of the smoke enveloped me, and I felt a surge of excitement. It was time to hit the road.
The Journey Begins
With my backpack secured and my playlist set, I revved up my friend car and embarked on the 1,000-kilometer ride to Mount Abu. The highway stretched ahead like a ribbon of possibilities, each kilometer a step closer to the unknown.
First Stop: Ambala
The first leg of the journey brought me to Ambala, where I decided to take a break and grab some breakfast. At a local dhaba, I met Raj, a truck driver with a heartwarming smile. We shared stories over a plate of piping hot parathas and a cup of chai. Raj, intrigued by my solo trip, offered some tips and even shared a joint with me. As the smoke curled into the morning air, we laughed and bonded over our shared love for the open road.
Through the Heart of Rajasthan
The landscape began to change as I entered Rajasthan. The air grew warmer, and the terrain more rugged. I decided to take a detour to explore the famous Shekhawati region, known for its grand havelis adorned with intricate frescoes. In a small village, I met Aarti, a local artist. She invited me to her home, where we shared a meal and a joint. As we got high, she told me stories of her ancestors and the rich history of the havelis. Her passion was contagious, and I felt a deep connection to the place and its people.
Jaipur: The Pink City
Next stop was Jaipur, the Pink City. I wandered through the bustling bazaars, high and mesmerized by the vibrant colors and the intoxicating aroma of spices. At a rooftop café overlooking the Hawa Mahal, I met a group of fellow travelers. We exchanged travel tales and tokes, and I felt a profound sense of camaraderie. The night ended with us dancing under the stars, the city lights twinkling below us.
The Aravallis Beckon
Leaving Jaipur, I rode through the Aravalli hills, the landscape growing more serene and picturesque. I found a quiet spot by a lake to camp for the night. As I lit up my joint, the reflection of the moon on the water created a surreal, almost magical atmosphere. Alone but not lonely, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude.
Udaipur: The City of Lakes
Arriving in Udaipur, I was enchanted by its romantic ambiance. The palaces, the lakes, the narrow winding streets – everything felt like a dream. At a local café, I met Priya, a free-spirited soul who had been traveling across India. We spent the evening boating on Lake Pichola, sharing a joint and marveling at the City Palace illuminated against the night sky. Our conversations flowed as smoothly as the water beneath us, and I felt a deep connection to this beautiful city and my newfound friend.
The Final Stretch: Mount Abu
The last leg of the journey took me through winding roads and lush greenery as I ascended to Mount Abu. The cool mountain air was a welcome change. I finally reached my destination, the only hill station in Rajasthan, nestled in the Aravalli range.
At a local market, I met Ramesh, a wise old man who offered to guide me to the best viewpoints. We hiked up to the famous Sunset Point, where we sat in silence, sharing a joint as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky exploded in hues of orange and pink, and I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and peace.
Reflecting on the Journey
As I sat there, high and happy, I reflected on the journey – the people I met, the stories we shared, the beauty of the landscapes, and the simple joys of life on the road. Each encounter had added a new layer to my experience, making the trip more memorable and meaningful.
This solo ride from Chandigarh to Mount Abu had been more than just a journey; it had been a transformative adventure, filled with moments of connection, introspection, and pure, unadulterated joy.
Final Thoughts
If you’ve ever considered taking a solo trip, do it. Embrace the unknown, meet new people, share stories, and let the road lead you to unexpected places. And remember, every movement is a story waiting to be told.
Stay high, stay adventurous, and keep sharing your incredible journeys with us at High Dairies. Until next time, happy travels!
