My First Camping trip (Part 3)

At the end of the camping, that difficult stage has come that only those who have been through this situation know. During the journey, we help each other, some gave a jacket, some a warm muffler, some a bed, some a mat, some a place in the camp, some glasses, some a flashlight, some a pot, some motorcycle adjustment tools, some asked for space to store things in the bag. Usually, no one forbids, everyone shares laughter and joy, but it really hurts when someone asks you for something, for example, you asked for a rope and you get it back stuck in mud or soil and tangled, or you asked for a plate, cup and you get it back dirty, and when it's your turn to pack up, you only pack the one whose behavior is very wrong. We try to lend each other a hand, the work also gets done quickly and the companions do not feel lonely. For those who understand, a hint is enough, for those who do not understand, these words are just peanuts, eat the seeds and keep throwing the shells here and there.

I had learned how to set up camp last night, now it was time to take it down. I asked Seema Sahib two or three times to open the camp? Because I was eager to see the process of shifting this aircraft-sized thing into a small bag (and he was acting slow so that it would dry completely in the sun and not smell), finally the process of opening the camp began. This is also a complete procedure so that the camp does not tear, does not get dirty and does not spread too much. While folding, Seema Sahib kept guiding along, collected all the pegs in one place, untied the ropes and wrapped them one by one, cleaned the inside of the camp with a cloth to remove all the dirt etc., first took down the upper part, then separated the poles of the main camp, whatever was completely taken down was cleaned at the same time and stored in the relevant bag. Then when the main camp was folded, it was a little swollen. Obviously, it was a parachute cloth, so if you fold it again, it was necessary to fill it with air. Seema Sahib said not to press it from above. Leave it like this and the air will come out on its own. By putting pressure on it, the chances of it bursting or the stitches coming loose were eliminated. Well, this stage was also completed. The luggage was back on the motorcycles.

From Faisalabad, our traveling companion Ansar Sahib went to Shahkot, I who was ready to return home at seven in the morning but was not willing to leave those who came with me there and go back... True, he who stayed with me till the end... My mood was refreshed when Seemab Sahib announced that we did not go up the hill, so we will walk up and then come back. I had made this effort in the morning. First, I asked for permission, but the staring eyes of my friends alerted me. Seemab Sahib said like a stubborn child, let's go, then you go, then you go. Another solution was to not have to hike again and use the hood thief, and offered that I would stop by the motorcycle, the valuable luggage would be safe. I got the answer, I have spoken to the park guard, put him next to him. Then I made an offer that little Haroon is sleeping, I stand next to the child while holding onto the motorcycle so that he does not get disturbed, then one of them suddenly lifted his uncle on his shoulders and looked at me with questioning eyes and said, "What are your orders?" He came in a huff and said, "I have come in the morning, you guys, go." Everyone left and even though he did not want to, he reached behind them, so his friends said that if he did not come, he would have become a piece of cake 😃. Well, in happy conversations, they gave each other shakes and sherries, and the young elder Zakaullah Qadri Sahib took a rest himself, and reached the top of the peak. Now the gathering of saffron that took place there was also amazing. Friends kept taking shots with their scary cameras, vloggers kept making vlogs, taking pictures is a must.

The surprise came when Qadri Sahib stood on the fence with the flag of Pakistan.... Really, the heart should be strong, the young man kept his age well. We have elders but a very friendly environment, if they explain, they do wonders, I learned a lot from them, God willing, I will introduce them more in the first meeting series.

We reached back down to the motorcycles, a photo session was held and Qadri Sahib went to Khankah Dogran and we left for Lyallpur. We had just come out of Sangla Hill when Seemab Sahib informed us on the intercom about some defect in his bike. We stopped and checked and then started the journey but the problem persisted. When we reached Darul Ihsan and showed it to the mechanic, it was found that the bearing of the rear rim was broken. I called the Yamaha mechanic, asked for the bearing number. I did not get it from there, he said that there is no problem, just drive slowly. Thus, his friend (cannot remember the name) sat with me, and the journey began for back to home.