What was supposed to be a quick “easy” trek turned into a full-blown survival episode featuring thunder, leeches, lost trails, and a missing car.
Coorg, you were beautiful… but also slightly out to get us.

So apparently, adventure means “putting yourself in mildly life-threatening situations for fun.”
And in Coorg, we really took that definition seriously.

It all started with a brilliant idea: “Let’s skip the guide. How hard can it be?”
Spoiler: very hard.
We set off confidently, like we were seasoned explorers. Ten minutes later, we were seasoned, yes — with mud, sweat, and regret.

The trail split somewhere, and instead of making a logical choice, we pointed in a random direction and said, “This feels right.”
It didn’t.
Google Maps was useless, the forest looked the same everywhere, and at one point, I swear we were walking in circles like confused GPS signals.

Just when we were about to question our entire existence, boom.
Nature decided to join the party.

Thunder, lightning, wind so strong it felt personal, like Coorg was offended by our overconfidence. My raincoat flipped inside out, someone’s cap flew off like a UFO, and our collective dignity left the chat.

By the time we somehow stumbled to the top, we expected a cinematic view. Instead?
Fog. Silence. And animal noises.
I don’t know what it was, could’ve been a monkey, could’ve been a ghost, could’ve been
my own heartbeat, but we heard something. And like any rational adult, we screamed, panicked, and ran back down the mountain like cartoon characters on fast-forward.

Of course, the way down wasn’t any smoother. We slipped, fell, slid, and collected bruises like souvenirs. One of us heroically tried to “save” another from falling, and ended up falling twice as hard. True friendship, honestly.

We finally reached the bottom, drenched, limping, and emotionally damaged, only to realise it was pitch dark.
And we had no idea where we’d parked the car.
So now it’s night, we’re lost again, phones are dying, and we’re walking around like a confused search party but for our own vehicle.

When we did find it, we didn’t celebrate. We just sat inside quietly, staring into the void, questioning all our choices.

Would we do it again?
Probably.
Because apparently, adventure isn’t about reaching the top, it’s about surviving your
own stupidity and still calling it “fun.”