A view of the final stop on Girnar Hill, taken from the semi-final stop hehe! The mountain is intensely holy to both Hindus and Jains. Studded with temples and priests and saddhus and pilgrims, a 10,000 rock-hewn steps will lead you up to its 1118-meters high summit, giving you plenty of good credit with the gods while you're at it or so it is believed. The rich have themselves carried up by porters in silly-looking baskets (after being unceremoniously weighed in a giant set of scales to determine the price!) but where's the fun in that? Us walkers should leave at the crack of dawn to avoid the blazing heat. The two of us being who we are though we slept in a little late and got the full blast of it ;) There are refreshment stalls along the way but not much more than pepsi and peanuts which get more expensive with every ascent, hey it's all gotta be carried up there right.
When you finally and proudly make it to the summit (with a little temple with very welcoming saddhus), it turns out there's one more vale to take to the very final temple and the real summit, quite a deep plunge and a correspondingly steep climb again as you can see. We decided to forsake Nirvana I'm not ashamed to admit and gave it a miss, heading back on our bone-breaking way what with the steep descent on not that steady feet after all that climbing and sweating. Heck, we survived and I'm sure we've deserved a day or so less in purgatory at least.