Imagine being transported to a world that you feel has been painted in a thousand shades of green. The air is sharp, purified by pungent wildflowers, and as you raise your eyes a line of snow-dusted Himalayan peaks mounts guard against the bluest sky. This is not a dream, it’s the Dayara Bugyal Summer Trek

The damp, earthy smell of the forest floor is combined with the lingering scent of pine. Thedistant call of a Himalayan monal is accompanied by the rhythmic crunch of your boots onthe trail. The world opens up as you abruptly cross the tree line. A huge, flowing carpet ofgreen that appears to be pulsing with