Personal Pocket Kit (PKK) for Trekking

One is cold, wet, tired, dark at the end of a long day's trek,  one slips and falls, the injuries are a deep cut maybe, you cannot walk steadily, your companions have gone ahead and are out of earshot.  You reach for your rucksack and find that you have lost it in the fall.....

This is just the situation when whatever you have in your pocket is all you have to help you get out of trouble. I had published a Personal Pocket Kit (PPK) list in my blog in November 2014, but my extensive experience since has made me modify this kit substantially to be more realistic in what I need now. I hesitate to call it a 'survival kit', a very fashionable term in many EDC sites, so I just call it my PPK.

I have been trekking quite a lot with a camera, sometimes in company, sometimes alone and very often have had to use my kit to help myself or others around me.  Just the fact I have it on me all the time makes me confident.

Before I list what I have in my PPK, a few words of advice:

1. Use the best equipment you can, don't buy cheap copies of anything, remember sometimes your very life may depend on it.
2. Always make sure the medicines you carry are current and fresh AND YOU KNOW HOW TO USE THEM.
3. I avoid packaged survival kits because they are packed with many items you may not need and use cheap items to keep the cost down.  I always make my own.
4. Practise or know how to use every item in your kit, sounds basic but you will be surprised at how many people fail in this. If you have a fresnel lens to start a fire, do it at least once at home and see if it works.

The Maxped case, fits easily in a pocket. I have changed the
zipper cord to a luminous one

Now coming to the kit itself, first it is important to have a compact, reasonably water resistant container.  I used to use an Altoids tin (very popular) but as my kit has grown to be more 'me' specific, I needed a bigger container and so use a Maxpedition Micro. It is convenient to carry and easy to use. The Altoids container was too tight a fit and I am not entertained with doing an exact fit of a neatly packed box on a cold, dark and rainy night.

The Maxped case opened, notice that nothing will fall when the case
is opened

The entire kit laid out

1. Torch.  I cannot emphasise enough the need for a GOOD quality compact torch. There are many out there, but I use a Nite-Eze Inova.  The brightest single AAA cell torch I have used. For longer outings I keep a spare cell as well.
2. Knife. I prefer a small fixed blade, the Boker Gnome here, but also use an Opinel No 6 sometimes.
3. Multi-tool.  For the scissors mainly. Leatherman Micra or SAK Classic.
4.  Whistle. Invaluable to draw the attention of your buddies or rescuers, a whistle needs much less energy and carries much further than the human voice.I use either the Tops Knives one or a mini Fox-Pro. Best keep it small and flat.
5. Small Tube containing two needles threaded with dental floss, floss is very strong and can be used to stitch shoes, rucksack straps or buttons; more versatile than thread. keep the needles threaded, it is nearly impossible with cold wet hands in the dark. the tube also has a pair of tweezers and assorted size safety pins.
6.  Paper and Pen
7. Small fire starter
8. Fresnel lens. to see splinters thorns in the skin, nature close up, fire starter. 
9. Money for emergencies
10. Medicine Kit.  This is for emergencies only, I carry a more comprehensive first aid kit in my rucksack. In the PPK I carry two tabs each for headache, body ache, loose motions, four bandaids, two alcohol swabs, antiseptic cream in one time use sealed drinking straws, made by me. 
11. Water Sterilisation Tablets.  Please them all the time when using unfiltered water outdoors.
12. String.  The length and thickness of a long shoelace can be a versatile aid to tying anything, including replacing shoelace. (try, some day, to walk with your shoelaces untied and you will know what I mean.) Into this I have tucked one long Safety pin.

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There are many other things to carry, but these are essential.  Remember, if it's not on you you cannot use it. if the PPK becomes unwieldy you won't carry it, and then you can't use it. If required in a multi-day trek, carry another, slightly larger and more comprehensive kit in your rucksack.

If you make a good compact kit you will carry it whenever outdoors, and that is a good practise.

The People of Tirthan Valley

The Tirthan Valley
Solitude of the upper reaches 

The lower Tirthan Valley is slowly being strangled by the tourist rupee, ubiquitous resorts and hotels mushroom along the river. it is a moral dilemma, tourism begets income but with it also come also indiscriminate construction and garbage. But beyond Gushaini towards the Great Himalayan National Park (GHNP), the area is only accessible only by foot and perhaps this inaccessibility to traffic still keeps this corner of paradise relatively untouched. Compared to our lives, local people live in comparative physical hardship. Long mountain trails mean walks of many hours to work and back to their lonely homes.  Carrying heavy loads, as everything is backpacked up to great heights, I saw ladies carry 35 kilograms of flour to villages three hours away. Harsh weather ranging from mild summer storms to bitter winters lashed by snow and wind. All these take a heavy toll on these people who age before their time. But irrespective of the hardship, the people in the interior are wonderful, always welcoming and ever smiling. This is a photo blog of some of these happy, dignified, trusting and warm people.

Lalchand guided me for three days.  
Young and agile as a mountain goat;
he carried a load almost his
own weight easily.He cheerfully helped
 me up ice-slippery mountain slopes
while going for Shilt Hut.
Ever resourceful, he "managed" a hut
instead of using the tent we carried in the park

Lalchand coaxing a fire from wet straw and wood in 
minutes from absolutely wet wood.  He fed me constantly. 
Wearing worn out keds and a faux leather jacket, 
he was comfortable in rain (more often) or shine.
His prized possession through the trip
were the pair of sun-glasses he found on the trail.  

Chandi Devi - Lady of the GHNP, has a hut between the
Park gates and Rolla camp.Here she emerges from 
the living area of her hut in the GHNP.
See the beehive holes on either side of the door
at the lowest level. Symbiosis with nature at its best,
she coexists with the bees and other animals, each giving the 
other something.

  

Stiff at first, Chandi Devi was a feisty lady
with a great sense of humour. The only inhabitant of the Park,
living alone in the hut by the side of the path, she is almost
 entirely self sufficient. She has children and grandchildren
who visit and supply her, but she chooses to live alone.
Reticent at first, she stood stiltedly for a photograph,
then as I got her chatting, she spoke animatedly
about the leopard that roared the previous night 
and other things.

I will not let the forest department move me out of here she says; 
She talks about how the forest department was trying to get her to move 
and why she was the most photographed denizen of the park!

Her hut has three levels, animals and beehives at the lowest, 
her living space in the middle and a small cooking space at the third tier.
 Unfortunately a camp site has come up around her abode,
an attempt, I think to dislodge her.

The Mother -  While walking up a steep forested hill
 I came upon a large dwelling. There was a single lady nearby,
she was very elegant and young. As was common among these
wonderful hill folk, in a very short while she got very chatty
 and extremely hospitable, offering me a chair and lunch
 (regrettably I declined). 

Wistfully, the Mother tells of
The pride of her life, her two sons, both toppers in school
and both studying in college. She ran in and got their photographs,
in which they were receiving a prize from a dignitary.  Her husband
 was a school teacher, walking two hours each way
five days a week to get to the school where he taught.

Anjali's younger sister whom I first stopped to photograph. 
A tiny little urchin, at first she was self conscious but  slowly she 
got used to me  finally giving me a bemused smile.

Anjali's mother seemed a harried lady, 
Anjali and her younger sister seemed great kids till the mother 
came, when they would behave spoilt and petulant.

Anjali -  An amazingly precocious girl of six,
I met her at a village on the way to the waterfall above Sai Ropa. 
Around her mother she was  spoilt and brattish but when alone with me
Anjali of the impish smile, never stopped chatting or laughing

striking a pose for me on the way, she spoke of her dreams and hopes,
her life today and what she intended it to become.  
She was acutely conscious of her looks and was
 constantly brushing and clipping her hair.

miss photogenic herself, Anjali was posing for me without
any trace of embarrassment. We parted good friends.

A grandmother of indeterminate age, this wonderful lady was coy,
aggressive and humourous in turn. I met her on a trail in the forest
behind where I was staying. She was laboriously limping her 
way to her children's house some distance away from hers.

Her face was richly wrinkled with each wrinkle probably a story to tell.
The harsh climate and hard life probably has taken a toll on her
as she seems to have aged beyond her years. But she retained
her wry sense of humour.

This gentleman was a bit redolent of some local liquor, however he took
me under his wing in a climb to the temple at Bandal Village.  Even
trying, unsuccessfully, to find the keys to the temple which was locked.

Very gentle and humorous, he explained various aspects
of the temple to me.  Also explaining the local custom of 
restricting access in most temples to people who were 
somehow connected to the construction of the temple.

I stopped to ask this lady directions, she had a delightful manner
and a bewitching smile. She willingly allowed me to photograph her
losing her awkwardness after a few moments.

She gave me directions and chatted awhile, but the effect of
 her hard life was evident in every crease on her face.  
While she was wrinkled on the exterior, there were no wrinkles
on her humour and patience with this city slicker with a camera.

A forest guard I met at a tea stall in Ropa,
 he had a very dignified manner. He allowed me to photograph him,
having a very pensive manner about him all the while. I ordered tea and 
the ubiquitous "Magi" noodles (which were actually
Wai Wai) for him too. Magi has become a generic term 
for noodles in the mountains.

Later I found that he was also moonlighting as a guide to a couple
 who were trekking in the park. Here he is washing utensils
 in the mist at Rolla. The couple he was supporting came dressed 
in biker studded boots and T-shirts to match, 
drank till late at night and left in the morning.

The Shepherd, was on the trail to GHNP, I requested him to gather
his sheep so that I might take a picture and he obliged. There were 
many such herders, what was remarkable is the care and concern with which 
they tended their sheep or goats. It was really touching.
 It was getting dark and I hastily took the pic.