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RePost: In search of Nirvana: Prabalgad - A beautiful Day Trek in Monsoons

Kalavnatin in clouds, as we looked at it from Prabalgad

 I have been to Prabalgad twice, but for some reasons (reasonable/non-reasonable!) I couldn't write about it. 

 So, going easy way - I am re-posting a very comprehensive post written by my fellow trekker Kranti. Also, I will update the post soon with trekking route for Prabalgad, which you can use with your Navigation app to "easily" navigate to the Top, else "getting lost and finding the way" is still the Best Way :)
Prabalgad - A beautiful Day Trek in Monsoons: 
“Pahad chadne ki kya Jarurat hai?” – Mom
“Tumhara beta pagal ho gaya hai” – Dad
“Mama/Uncle you are damn cool, man” -  Nephews/Nieces
“Gaadi se jaana, bike se nahi” – Loved ones
“Pahad chadna mere liye sirf ek trek nahi balki ek nasha hai, meditation hai” – Me #filmy

Okay, so with all of these above, finally started our much-awaited Trek to Prabalgad/Kalavantin. We have been planning for this trek for more than a week now. Although the group was new to me except for Samir aka Sam, it took no time for all of us to mingle and become buddies. 


On a super rainy Sunday of June 2016, being monsoon the biggest motivating factor for all of us, we started our journey from Mumbai. We were 5 of us where Sam was supposed to pick me up at 6 in the morning from my basera at Andheri, (as usual he got delayed by 45 odd minutes, I forgive him :p) and 3 more guys aka Punit, Papa dude (Anoop) and Shashank were to join us from Navi Mumbai. Sam and I cruised at the speed of 90-100 in Sam’s beloved RE with no rains in background (shit, why the hell it is not raining today) little did we know that we were cruising “Bhagwan Bharose” because supposedly a nut & Bolt which connects the handle and tank of motorcycle was almost gone. Sam, being an experienced rider figured that out soon before everything went off and we got off safely. We took deep breadth, thanked God for our new life – Whoa, Adventure has already started.
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