A Beautiful Journey!

It was a long awaited plan to trek to the Gomukh glacier. My youngest son and I were very excited about spending a few days of Navratri at Gangotri and Gomukh. 2 other friends, a father and son duo also joined us.

We landed at Haridwar on Mahalaya Ammavasya. The city was extremely crowded. The local taxi driver told us that people from all over India came to Haridwar to take a dip in the river Ganga.

We were excited and went to see the evening Ganga Aarti at Har ki Paudi.

The Ganga Aarti at Haridwar

Post this some local people asked us if we would like to do Annadanam and we immediately agreed. They asked us to distribute plates of Poori,Halwa, and Chole to 50 people for Rs. 1000.

Annadanam at Haridwar

The next morning after a wonderful cup of tea from a local vendor we set out for Harsil. We were told that the journey could take upto 10 hours.

An absolutely hygienic tea making machine at a roadside tea stall

On the way to Harsil we stopped at the Gangnani hotsprings for a dip.

The road to Gangnani hotsprings
The women’s hot spring area
The Gangnani Mata temple right above the hotsprings
The actual hotspring right next to the temple. The water was much hotter here with a strong smell of sulphur.

The pujari at the Gangnani hotspring said he is available at the temple through the year and asked us to visit him on our next visit there.

By 4.30 in the evening we reached the beautiful Sunder Homestay at Harsil. In the midst of an apple orchard, the homestay offers wonderful views and good food.

That evening we also spent some time by the banks of the Bhagirathi river which flows just about 200 metres from the homestay.

The Bhagirathi river at Harsil

Later we visited a local Shiva Mandir. The pujari had met my son and his friend in the evening and insisted that the boys attend the evening aarti. The aarti was a beautiful experience. The pujari then asked us to sit down and talk to him for a while.

When we told him that we planned to trek to Gomukh, he told us that we must focus on the journey and not the destination. He said that he believed the weather could be uncertain during Navratri and insisted that we should not take any chances.

It felt weird and felt like a message from the divine. It rained a lot that night.

The next morning we started after breakfast to do our first trek at Gartang Gali in the Neylong region. This was part of the old Indo China trade route. This had been closed during the Indo-China war of 1962 and reopened to the public just a couple of years ago.

This wooden bridge is about 300 metres long. A local ruler hired Pathans from Peshawar to build this over 150 years ago. This helped the traders who had to take a long detour to cross this treacherous stretch. Interestingly when the bridge was renovated a few years ago , the same technique used by the Pathans was again used .

It took us 2 hours to complete the Gartang Gali trek. It was an exhilarating trek.

We then started for Gangotri. We reached there around lunch time and met our trek operator Sandeep and guide Abhishek. My son and I decided to take a short nap. When we woke up, we saw that it was snowing in Gangotri.

It was the first time both of us were seeing snowfall. We were very excited. But it was also a reminder that trekking to Gomukh may be difficult

That evening we decided to visit the Gangotri Mandir. It was a cold wet evening and there were hardly any pilgrims.

The main priest of the temple asked us where we were from. He was very happy when we mentioned Bangalore. He happens to be a mechanical engineer who had participated in a Science festival in Mysore where he received a medal from Late President Shri Abdul Kalam. He had fond memories of the state and was delighted to have pilgrims from there.

He told us that we had come on an evening when most others chose to stay indoors. Hence we were lucky to have a very good and almost personal darshan of the Goddess.

The Gangotri temple at night.

The constant rain and snow meant that the Gomukh trek could not be done. The next morning, the local authorities also cancelled the permits for the day.

We met several people who were stranded in Gangotri. Most of them hoped that the weather would improve and permits would be issued the following day.

The locals warned us that the weather might be extremely difficult for us at Bhojbhasa, the base camp for Gomukh. Hence we decided to look at other options.

We decided to do a short trek in Gangotri itself and then move to Harsil.

We started with the Bhagirath Shila, the rock on which Bhagirath did penance to bring the river Ganga to earth.

The Bhagirath Shila
The Bhagirathi river at Gangotri

As we started our short trek we came across the Kedar Ganga river

The Kedar Ganga river which flows from Kedar Tal

We then visited the Suryakund and Gaurikund. While there are many stories and legends about the Suryakund and Gowri Kund, the earliest mention of these is in the Skanda Purana. It is stated there that the river takes its first turn south and the Surya kund and second southward turn at the Gowrikund

Surya Kund : At the base of this waterfall is a Shivling which is visible only in winters, when the flow of water reduces. Locals believe that this Shivling represents the locks of Lord Shiva that softens the fall of the river on earth.
The Gowri Kund. Also believed to be the place where Mata Parvati used to bathe.

At the Gaurikund we also saw the footsteps of Mata Parvati.

Opposite the SuryaKund is the art gallery which has some beautiful pictures of the Gangotri region.

We continued walking to the Pandav Gufa. It is believed that the Pandavas stayed in this cave during their years in the Himalayas.

Entrance to the Pandav Gufa.

Today an elderly Sadhu lives at the Pandav Gufa. He has been living in this cave for nearly 20 years. Every visitor to the cave is offered a glass of coffee as Prasadam. “Why coffee?” We asked him and he said, “after a long walk people enjoy a cup of coffee. Prasad should be something we like.”

Baba talking to visitors at his solar powered cave.

We started walking back. It was a 3 hour trek. On the way back we stopped at the Kailash Sangam, the point where the Kedar Ganga river meets the Bhagirathi.

Walking down to the sangam, we realised that this was the exact spot we could see from the balcony of the room we were staying in.

Kailash Sangam.

On the way back, I stopped at the Gangotri temple for another darshan.

Several members from a nearby village had assembled and performed a local dance. It was very similar to the ‘kavadi’ of Tamil Nadu.

Post lunch our trek operator arranged a shared cab to drop us at Harsil.That evening we were back at Sunder Homestay.

That evening we decided to do a short trek to Bagori village. We had to cross three small bridges to reach Bagori village. There is no vehicular access to this quaint and beautiful place. Bagori has many old wooden homes. Most villagers move to warmer places like Uttarkashi in the winters.

The main road of Bagori.
Many beautiful homes like this are locked.
Household in Bagori make these beautiful shawls and sweaters with wool sourced from local sheep

We purchased a shawl and some apples from Bagori. There are plenty of apple orchards in the region and the apples are amazing.

After discussions with the staff at Sunder Homestay and a local trek guide, we zeroed in on the Saat Tal trek for the next morn

Post breakfast we started for the trek. We drove down to Dharali , a village about 3 kms from Harsil. Our guide Raj was an enthusiastic young man, a student of history who told us lots of stories about the region and its people. Raj belonged to the Neylong valley and his family was among those who had to vacate their homes and move to Bagori post the Indo- China war in 1962.

We first went to the Kalp Kedar temple. Only the Gopuram and top portion of the temple’s door are above the ground. The rest of the temple is submerged on the banks of the river Bhagirathi.

The Kalpa Kedar Temple

Raj told us that this region was prone to landslides and glacial lake overflows. The region originally had over 200 temples. Over time, these have either been destroyed by floods/landslides or submerged. He even shared an old picture of the Kalp Kedar temple to show us how the two other domes had been washed away.

The old picture of the Kalpa Kedar temple taken in 1885. Raj shared this picture with us.

The Kalpa Kedar temple’s gopuram reminded us of Kedarnath. When we mentioned it, Raj told us that this temple was commissioned by Adi Shankara who visited Gangotri before heading for Kedarnath. Again, I was amazed with all that Adi Shankara achieved in his 33 years. We spent quite some time talking about him

We then started climbing to Saat tal. Saat tal is a series of 7 interconnected lakes. The top 2 are believed to be high up in the hills. Local legend has it that anyone who makes it to the 7th lake does not come back. So the trek is only upto the 5th lake.

Village homes in the first part of the trek.

The first part of the trek is through the village. It was wonderful to see villagers going about their daily routine. We were amazed to see them carrying large baskets of apples up the steep slopes.

We even passed by the local school. Raj told us that most village schools had just a handful of children. Often these were the wards of Nepali labourers who worked in n the apple orchards. Most locals preferred to send their children to schools in Uttarkashi. Raj said that the local schools were good and he himself had studied in one. One of his classmates, he said had even managed to join IIT.

After crossing the village, we entered the forest stretch. It was beautiful.

Interestingly a local dog accompanied us for most of the trek.

We reached the first lake after about one and a half hours of trekking. It was a small but beautiful lake surrounded by pine trees.

At the first lake Dammaru Tal

The forest gave way to the meadows and the view was brilliant.

A steep climb from the first lake took us to the second and third lakes. These lakes were quite dry. In fact the second lake looked just like a dry patch of land.

The second lake
View of the second and third lake

The fourth and fifth treks were a short distance away. The views just got better with every step.

There was very little water in the fourth and fifth lakes as well. Raj told us that since these were glacial lakes there was the danger of them overflowing and impacting villages. People let nature take its course and did not try to store water in these lakes.

Fourth lake
The fifth lake

It was a steep downhill climb and it took us nearly 2 hours to climb down.It had been a great trek with the most amazing mountain views.

After a late lunch at Dharali, we went to Sunder homestay to pick up our luggage. That evening we checked into the beautiful resort ‘Nelangana’. Overlooking the river, it was a very serene and beautiful place.

We spent the morning by the Bhagirathi river. We met several foreigners staying at Nelangana resort. Many of them were part of a ‘yoga camp’. It was beautiful to see them do yoga by the river.

While it was an exotic destination for us, it was just another day at work for the locals. We spotted these children playing by the riverside while their parents seemed to be loading mules a little distance away.

Later we went rafting in the Bhageerathi river. River rafting was introduced in Harsil in April 2023. The 6 km stretch has level 2 rapids. It is extremely scenic with virtually no crowds.

Post rafting our friends did another short trek to Lama top.

My son and I decided to take a break and explore Harsil by foot. We walked around the market place and stopped for tea and maggi at a local joint. We also visited the Shiva temple whose Pujari had warned us against taking any risks.

That evening we went to Mukhwa village. Mukhwa is the winter seat of the Deity of Gangotri.

The temple at Mukhwa

On our way to Saat tal we had seen this temple from across the river. Our guide Raj told us, ‘Mata khud ko paar nahi karti’. The deity Ganga never crosses the river Ganga. Hence in winters she travels from Gangotri to Mukhwa along the mountain path and returns in to Gangotri in summer o the same route in ‘palki’ or palanquin.

View of Mukhwa en route the Saat Tal trek.

Like Bagori, Mukhwa too retains an old world charm. It has many beautiful wooden homes. Time seems to stand still in these beautiful Himalayan hamlets.

View of Mukhwa village from the temple

We also saw the mystery waterfall of Mukhwa. Raj showed us this waterfall, which he said was the main source of water for the people of the village. However, he pointed out that the source of this waterfall was not known. It was a mysterious waterfall and the water emerged from the jungles.

We spent some time talking to the Pujari at the temple. He was eagerly awaiting Mata’s winter stay at his temple. We also got to witness a glorious sunset.

View of sunset from Mukhwa temple

On the way to Lama top, Raj had told our friends about the ‘Hari Shila’ from which the town Harsil got its name. The rivers Bhagirathi and Jalandhari meet at Harshil. Both the rivers were ferocious and to soften their flow, Lord Hari appeared as a ‘Shila’ at the Sangam of the two rivers.

Raj had told them that the Hari Shila could be seen from the Laksmi Narayan temple at Harsil. We had seen this temple on our way to Bagori and quickly decided to go there. It was quite dark but we managed a darshan at the temple and a glimpse of the Hari Shila.

The Lakshmi Narayan temple at Harsil
Hari Shila

Satisfied we returned to our rooms. We had to start early the next morning.

On our way to Dehradun, we stopped at the Kashi Vishwanath Mandir at Uttarkashi. We were fascinated to learn that it is believed that this temple will be the home of Lord Shiva in the second half of Kaliyuga, when the Gangetic plain and the town of Varnasi may not exist.

The Kashi Vishwanath Mandir

Right opposite the main shrine is the Mata mandir which houses a Trishul that is nearly 18 feet high. The Trishul is believed to be over 1500 years old. Locals say that the Trishul moves when one touches it with a finger but does not budge if one tries to push it with force.

The Mata Mandir
Close up view of the Trishul

After a wonderful darshan we left for Dehradun. Our driver had warned us about unexpected and long traffic jams along the route. But we were totally unprepared for this traffic jam caused by 5000 sheep.

That evening we reached Dehradun. It was time to head home. We had not been able to make it to our planned destination,Gomukh. However we had no regrets. It had been a wonderful journey and an enriching experience.

Exploring the Thar Desert

“These annual treks are important. It is in this period that we complete our quota of laughter and madness for the year!” said a friend as we landed in Jaipur. This year 6 of us decided to explore the Thar desert and spend 3 days amidst rolling sand dunes and vast nothingness.

As we sat down to plan the trek, we realised that we all fancied walking on the sand dunes in colourful sarees. Thrilled that we agreed on this, the rest of our preparation for the trek involved buying sarees and accessories!

At 12.30 am, on the 10th of December we landed in Jaipur. A pre-arranged cab picked us up from the airport and we were all set for a 6-hour drive to Bikaner. It was an uneventful journey and we reached the ‘Camelman Vijay Guesthouse’ in Bikaner by 6 am.

Shri Vijay Rathore who runs the guesthouse has been arranging camel treks across the desert for nearly 40 years. We were overwhelmed by the simplicity of the man.

We had booked the trek via a Mumbai based tour operator. We realised that he had outsourced the trek operations itself to the local group headed by Shri VIjay Rathore.

Shri Vijay Rathore’s son Hiteshwar Rathore accompanied us for the trek and their arrangements were flawless

Post a short nap and leisurely breakfast we went to see some of the key touristy spots in Bikaner. We started with the famous Karni Mata temple which was about 30 minutes’ drive from the guesthouse.

Karni Mata Temple

This presiding deity of the temple Karni Mata is believed to be the guardian of the region. Her followers and devotees who seek to live with her are believed to be reborn as rats in her temple. The temple has over 20,000 rats and thought of rats running around scared us.

The temple was a rather calm place and the rats did not disturb the devotees. We saw them being fed milk, grains and other food items.

At the Garbagriha of the temple we saw people handing alcohol bottles to the priest. The priest kept the bottles at the feet of the Goddess and handed it back to the devotees. Extremely curious we asked the group why they were offering alcohol to the Goddess. We were then told that alcohol was offered to this deity as ‘prasad’.

Our next stop was the beautiful Rampuria Haveli. Although at a busy intersection in the city, the place is ideal for photography and we spent a lot of time there clicking pictures.

We also visited the Seth Bandasar Jain temple known for its intricate wall paintings and art work.

Seth Bhandasar Jain Temple

Right next to it was Bikaner’s oldest temple, the Lakshmi Narayan temple. After a wonderful darshan there we went to the Gallops restaurant for lunch.

Post lunch we went to the Junargarh fort.

This fort has been home to over 15 kings of the Bikaner royal family.

The entrance to the fort was magnificent. The carved pathway leading up the fort had an intricate pattern.

We were told that this was done to avoid water stagnation.

There were many interesting points to note at the fort. Bikaner was one of the first cities in the country to have electricity. The Junagarh fort had one of the first ever ‘lifts’ installed.

The lift at Junagarh fort

Also we noted that the beds of the kings were just a few inches off the ground.

We were told that this was to prevent enemies from hiding under the bed to attack royal family.

The cradle of the royal family was particularly attractive.

Pillar holding the royal cradle

The pillars of the cradle were decorated with beautiful dolls. When the cradle is rocked, the dolls move and appear to dance.

The Durbar hall where the king received his guests was also a grand room. The guide told us that 80 kgs of gold was used to decorate this space.

By evening we were done with the sightseeing and wanted to shop. We asked the taxi driver to take us to the local market. He insisted that there was only place to shop and that was the Bandhani emporium. We checked with our hotel owner who also recommended the same place. We did spend some time in that lovely shop but wanted to do some streetside shopping in the town. We asked several people and were finally asked to walk down KEM road. This again was not what we were looking for.

We did find some wonderful food along KEM road.

A fruit-seller told us to go to the parallel road which was more like the marketplace we were looking for. After some time walking in the bazaar we were ready for dinner. Our taxi driver told us that the  ‘Choto -Motu’ shop we wanted to go to was 10 kms away. But a google search revealed that we were only 1.8 kms from there/ ‘Chotu-Moto’ had wonderful reviews and we were keen on going there. We took at auto to the place. Google informed us that we were at our destination but our auto driver refused to stop there. Instead he took us to a place called ‘Hiralal’ again famous for its Thali.

He then insisted that we had asked him to bring us here. Too hungry to argue we decided to eat at ‘Hiralal’ and visit ‘Chotu Motu’ on our return journey. Our driver picked us up from Hiralal and we reached the guesthouse at about 9 pm. It had been a long but exciting day.

We met the Mumbai based tour operator through whom we had booked this trek that night. He and 2 others were to accompany us on the trek that night.

All of us were excited to start the trek the next morning. Post breakfast at about 10 am, we went in a jeep to the starting point of our trek, Raayasar village.

2 camel carts were waiting for us there. We loaded our luggage on the cart and started walking. Kishoreji one of our guides owned the camel named Anjali. The cart of Sheru, the other camel was manned by a young man named Ramsingh. 

There was a 3rd cart which carried food, water and other camping material. That camel and cart was owned by Mahendar who also doubled as our cook.

About an hour later we reached Himatsar, and stopped for tea at Mahendar’s beautiful home.

View from the terrace of Mahendar’s home

This village is home to about 1000 people. We met Mahendar’s wife and sister-in-law. Both the ladies had young babies. Mahendar’s youngest brother also came to meet us. He told us that they were a family of 6 brothers. One brother was a doctor and another a veterinarian. He himself was preparing for the State services examination.

Street in Himatsar village

After spending some time there, we resumed our trek. It was a pretty village and many homes had camels.

Kishoreji told us that camels were an integral part of village life.

We continued walking.

The arid landscape was captivating. One of the most beautiful aspects of such treks is getting to know local people and their customs.

Our tour operator claimed to have done this trek over 100 times and had promised us that he would share stories about the people and culture. We found that he shared an extremely good rapport with the local organisers of the trek. However, he had little knowledge about the place or the people.  Once we realised that talking to him was pointless, we spent more time with local operators and tried to understand their way of life.

At about 1 pm we stopped for lunch. We saw that Mahendar was busy chopping vegetables and had even prepared rice.

We offered to help him but he asked us to relax. Within 20 minutes he had a nice hot lunch ready for us.

It was delicious. We asked Mahendar if he cooked at home as well, and he just laughed it off. The other locals were extremely amused at the thought of Mahendar cooking for his family.

At about 3 pm we resumed our journey. It was a long walk and we finally reached our camp at about 5.30. As per our pedometers we had done about 25000 steps that days.  Our guides said that we must have walked about 17-18 kilometers.

It was a very pretty camp and even had facilities like toilets. We spent the evening around a campfire.

It was a clear night and we saw perhaps a million stars.

We were tempted to sleep in the open, watching the stars. Fortunately, we had the good sense to listen to Hiteshwar and went into our tents. The night was extremely cold.

Sunrise in the desert

The next morning, we were all set for our ‘saree photoshoot’ amidst the sand dunes. It was a cold morning but we were comfortably warm by 8 am. It was a crazy 2 hours of taking innumerable pictures dressed in sarees.

At 10 am we changed into our trekking gear and started our trek.

It was a 5 kilometer trek on the sand dunes.

Ramsingh showed us a fox hole. He said that this hole could be about 20 feet deep.

The fox hole

 Climbing the dunes was tough and by 12 pm it got extremely hot. We were quite exhausted and were glad to see the camel carts waiting for us.

We immediately climbed on to the carts and by 1.30 we reached our lunch spot. Once again, we were amazed by Mahendar’s ability to cook such a fabulous meal in a short time. 

Around 3.30 we resumed our journey but decided to travel by the camel cart. The camel cart ride was interesting.

Kishoreji handed me the reins of the camel cart behind me. Sitting on one cart and Manning a camel made me feel extremely responsible.

Along the way we saw mustard fields and stopped to take pictures there. The desert was surprisingly green.

Our guides told us that water from Punjab and the use of tube wells had changed the face of the desert. The land was more cultivable and the people more prosperous. The locals told us that life was much easier with the availability of water.

I was curious about the ground water level in the region and asked them about it. The response was ‘pani hai…isliye to aa raha hai!”

Our camp for the night was in the middle of nowhere.

We climbed a dune to watch the sunset.

The night was cold and we snuggled into our tents. We realised that camping in the middle of the desert is very different from camping in the mountains. Water is scarce and we had to be extremely careful with it.

The next morning, we resumed the trek. It was an extremely sunny day. At one point, we were thrilled to see some trees and sought shelter in their shade. Within a minute we found ourselves shivering. We were all wondering whether we were ill, or this was just part of the extreme desert conditions.

After walking for about 2 kilometres , we sat on the camel cart. BY 1 pm we were ready to have yet another sumptuous lunch prepared by Mahendar. A French couple  joined us for lunch. They were doing a camel safari in the desert.  When talking to them, they asked us the ‘Hindi’ word for ‘bye’. It got us all thinking. We realised that even in our mother tongues there was no real equivalent for ‘bye’. We explained to them that traditionally Indians do not say ‘bye’. We always say ‘we will come back’ or that we will meet again. ‘Poitu varen’ in Tamil, ‘Hog Barthini’ in Kannada, ‘Phil milenge’ all indicate that.

Our trek was over.

Post lunch Mahendar’s father drove us back to the guest house.

That evening we were keen to visit the Camel breeding centre in Bikaner. We also checked with HIteshwar about local streetside shopping. We told him to check with his wife and mother and get back to us with the details. Hiteshwar arranged Kripalji’s vehicle to take us to these places.

Kripalji was a wonderful guide. He told us about the 4 distinct breeds of camels and how the breeding centre was studying the pros and cons of hybrid camels. He told us that the life span of a camel was 20-25 years. However, they do not show specific signs of age. They keep working till the end and just drop dead. During the trek too, the camel cart owners told us that the camel always finishes its days work and drops dead only after that. We found this quite amazing.

The people of the desert, Kripalji said understood camels very well and treated them as members of their family. He said that camels are traditionally used by farmers to plough their fields.  I saw this as an opportunity to ask him about the water situation in the region. Traditional farming practices encouraged water harvesting and the judicious use of water for cultivation.  However, he said that people were slowly giving up on those traditional practices. He said that ground water level was extremely low. The extensive use of tube wells, he said could be bad in the long run. But this facility had made life easy for the local people and nobody was looking at the long term, he said.

After some time at the centre and post tasting ‘camel milk kulfi’ we went shopping.

We saw the Kota gate market.

Kripal ji parked the vehicle and took us to a narrow gully which was full of clothes stores. We spent some time exploring the place and purchased some authentic Rajasthani hand block prints.

He also showed us the original shop set up by the Haldirams family.

The original Haldiram store

He then took us to a shop buy Bhujiya and other savouries. Post this we stopped at the famous Chappan Bhog to eat and buy sweets.

We had dinner at the Vijay Camelman Guest House.

With the Rathore family

Post dinner, our tour operator along with Hitesh came to drop us at the Bikaner station.  We boarded the train to Jaipur at about 11.30pm.

By 5.30 am we reached Jaipur. One member of the group suggested that we ask a cab driver if he could show us the city and then drop us at the airport by 9 am. We checked and we found a cab to take us around the city.

All of us were hungry and we stopped for tea and poha at a roadside stall. It was the best poha I have ever had. The Kulhad chai was also good and we were ready to go sightseeing.

We drove into the pink city and saw the Hawa Mahal.

We were the only ones around and we spent some time there admiring the structure. We then drove to the palace area

and went to see the Jal Mahal.

Post breakfast, we reached the airport by 9.15 am.

Yet another memorable trip was complete. And so was our quota of laughter and madness for the year!

Walking Along the Tirthan River

To do a trek with each of my boys’ had been on my bucket list for many years. Earlier this year, I did the Kareri Lake trek with my first and third sons. The middle one could not join as he had his exams. We decided that we would squeeze in a trek after his CLAT exam. On 20th June, a day after the CLAT exam we headed for the Great Himalayan National Park  (GHNP)to do the Shilt Hut Trek.

We landed in Chandigarh at 2.30 pm and immediately left for Mandi where we were to spend the night. The driver told us that the distance of 200 kms could be covered in 4-5 hours depending on the traffic.

But we were in for a shock.

 About 2 hours and nearly 90 kms into our journey we encountered the first traffic jam. People had switched off the car engines and most vehicle drivers were relaxing along the slopes of the mountains. We were quite hungry and our driver suggested that we have our food as we wait for the traffic to clear. We had our food and about 30 minutes later resumed our journey. The traffic seemed to have cleared.

But in another 5 minutes, we found ourselves in another jam. This went on all the way up to Mandi. Along the way we came across another car belonging to the same Taxi operator ferrying us caught in an accident. The driver asked us if we would be ok with the sole lady traveller in that car accompanying us. We agreed. That lady, a resident of Mandi had gone to drop her daughter in college at Chandigarh and was on her way back. In a matter-of-fact tone, she told us that such traffic jams were usual along this route. We chatted along the way and as we neared Mandi she even invited us to her house for dinner.

 We reached Mandi at about 9.30. We checked into Hotel Classio, a rather new place. Our cab driver had arranged for this place and even got us a good discount. The hotel was very comfortable and our room had a great view.

The next morning, at 6.30 am we left for Tinder village, Tirthan valley.

We reached Gushaini at about 9.15 am and the last stretch of road from Gushaini to Tinder was quite bad. The 4 km stretch took us almost 30 minutes. We dropped our extra bag at the Trek guide Tek Singhji’s house and drove down to Ropa village.

At Ropa, we were greeted by Neel and Bijay, our guides.  We had booked our trek with the company ‘Trek With Tek’, one of the few authorised treks service providers in the GHNP. We had been coordinating with Mr.Eknath Singh, the relationship Manager and friend of the Tek Singh family. Neel was Tek Singh’s younger brother.

We started our trek at 10 am from Ropa to the Rolla campsite inside the GHNP. We were told that we would be doing about 6 kms that day. However, signboards in the area indicated that we might be doing 8-9kms.

All through the trek, we walked along the beautiful Tirthan river. We passed by several remote villages. It was interesting to see little children walk past us dressed in the school uniforms. Neel told us that it was common for children to walk 5-6 kilometres to get to school or the school bus pick up point.

We stopped for tea at a small outlet in the one of the villages. Here we were joined by another couple who were to trek with us. 3 other staff of the trek company also joined us there.

The trek was beautiful.

At about 12pm, we stopped at a clearing and had our lunch. The view from that spot was beautiful. We also met another family of 4 from Hyderabad, who were trekking with another trek organiser. They were also to camp in the Rolla campsite that night.

In another hour we reached the mesmerising Hippo Waterfall. This waterfall is right next to the gates of the GHNP.

Hippo falls

Close to the waterfall was a small shrine dedicated to God Krishna. The villagers, Neel told us did an annual Teerth yatra to this temple. The place was beautiful and one could well imagine the gods living there.

At the entry point of the GHNP, we need to sign in the register and show our permits ( all arranged by the trek operator).

Once the formalities were completed, we continued to walk. The place was absolutely pristine and unspoilt. We crossed several pretty wooden bridges.

About 45 minutes later we crossed yet another wooden bridge and came to a small settlement. There seemed to be 2-3 houses there. We stopped there to rest. Our guide told us that locals referred to this place as ‘Nani ka Ghar’.

Nani, an elderly woman lived in this place, right in the middle of the national park. She belonged to a village which was on the other side of the mountain. Nani refused to hand over her lands to forest officials when the GHNP was created. She continued to live there alone and her grandsons would sometimes come over to give her company at night.  Nani was not around when we went. But as we were about to resume our trek, we saw this elderly woman climbing down the steep mountain.

All of us, urban trekkers, were stunned to see her negotiate the steep path so comfortably. She greeted all of us, refused to be photographed and insisted that we head to our camp before it started raining.

Our camp was about 20 minutes from Nani’s place. We continued to walk and got there at about 2.30 pm. As per our devices we had walked close to 11 kms that day.

The Rolla campsite maintained by the forest department is right beside the Tirthan river and situated at an elevation of about 2000 metres. There are 2 cottages constructed for the forest department staff. Also, separate toilets for men and women have been provided. The place was well maintained and mobile signal was available. We were told that the village was on the other side of the mountain and hence signal was good.

As we waited for the tents to be pitched, we chatted with the couple from Delhi and the family from Hyderabad.

We then went down to spend some time by the river. The riverside was beautiful. Over the next two days my son and I spent a lot of time by the river. And these pictures do no justice to the beauty of that place.

Interestingly, we found that the sunset time in the area was around 7.30pm and it actually got dark only by 8 pm. Post an early dinner, we waited for it to get dark, lit the campfire and spent some time there before calling it a day.

The next morning, we spent some time by the river and then had our breakfast. At about 8.30 we started for Shilt Hut. Shilt Hut is at a height of about 3000 metres and around 3.5kms from Rolla. It was a continuous climb with the last kilometre being extremely steep.

Neel and another guide Ranjit accompanied us for this trek. While Ranjit and my son walked ahead, I decided to take it slow and steady. I followed technique taught to us during our Ladakh trek of resting after every 50 steps. I told Neel about it and he agreed that this would be the right approach. For the last steep climb, my son said that he also followed the same technique. For the steep part, I rested after every 20 steps.

We walked amidst thick forests, and heard the calls of several birds. Our guide was able to identify every bird from the sound it made. We also spotted the Monal bird found in this region.

By 12pm we were at the lower meadows of Shilt. The view was brilliant. We could see several snow-clad peaks. Unfortunately, our phone cameras could just not capture the brilliance of the place.

Neel told us that local people believed that the Pandavas (heroes of the Indian Itihasa, Mahabharata) had lived in these mountains during their period of exile. He said that the grass found on some of these mountain tops looked like the wheat crop.

Ranjit was surprised that we managed to climb in just 3 hours. He told us that they had expected us to reach the peak only by 1 pm. After enjoying the view here, we walked up to the Shilt Hut campsite. Camping there was not an option as the water supply to the place had been destroyed by Langoors. We had our lunch and spent some time there. However, I preferred the view from the lower meadow so we walked back to that spot.

We spent some time at the lower meadows just admiring the place.

About an hour at the lower meadows, we decided to walk back to Rolla. The climb down was demanding. The guides supported us and we walked down slowly. It took us about 2 hours to descend.

The forests are captivating. We saw both giant trees fallen and tender flowers bloom.

Once we reached our campsite, the cook got us hot tea. We then went to spend some time by the river.

It had been a long but satisfying day. I was thrilled to have managed the trek very comfortably.

Another family from Agra was also staying in the campsite that day. Besides there were 2-3 other trekkers. We spent some time talking to everyone and retired early that night.

The next morning was exciting. We spotted the ‘Ghoral’ or antelope right next to our campsite. Everyone was thrilled. Post a heavy breakfast and a photo with our trek team we started our trek back to Ropa at about 9.30.

Our first stop was the Nani’s house. Nani had a huge harvest of litchi fruit. She told us that we could pluck some litchi from the tree if we wanted to. We did. After chatting with her for a while we resumed our trek. We stopped again at the Hippo falls and spent some time admiring it.

As we walked back to Ropa, we met several families. Many were surprised that we had travelled all the way from Bangalore. Talking to the locals is always interesting as we get to learn a lot about local beliefs customs, practices and even perspectives.

We stopped to take many pictures by the beautiful Tirthan river.

We also stopped at a little village café and had Kiwi and Mango juice. As we walked back Neel showed us the mountain to which he would be taking another group of trekkers that weekend. He told us that every trek in the GHNP was unique and beautiful. He urged us to come back and do another trek in the region.

By 12.15, we reached Ropa. Neel had arranged for the taxi driver to pick up our bag from his house. As we waited for the taxi, we watched a portion of the mountain being blasted to pave way for road construction. Development and comfort do come at a cost.

We then headed to our next destination, the Raju Bharti guest house in Gushaini. Nestled among apple orchards, and right beside the Tirthan river, this guesthouse is among the oldest facilities in the area. The owner Raju Bharti is said to be the man who saved Tirthan river.

We were keen to meet Raju Bharti ji but he was travelling.

To reach this guest house one needs to cross the river sitting on a manual trolley. It was a fun experience. The guesthouse was beautiful and well maintained.

We met interesting people there. Most were regular visitor to the place. We had interesting conversations with a retired Admiral from the Indian Navy and also a film maker who was on a staycation there.

While the riverside here was pretty, it paled in comparison to what we saw at Rolla.

Before checking out of the guesthouse we asked Varun, the son of Raju Bharti if we could get some fresh fruits the orchard. He immediately went to pluck the fruits and gave us a whole bag of freshly plucked apples and plums.

At 9 am we crossed the river and started our journey back to Chandigarh.  After innumerable traffic jams, we reached Mandi at about 12.15pm.

Mandi is referred to as ‘Choti Kashi’ and has several beautiful temples on the banks of the river Beas. We started with the Trilokinath Mandir, crossed over to the other side of the river and went on to see the Bhootnath Mandir, Panch Bhaktar Mandir, and Ramlingeshwar Mandir.

The roads of this part of Mandi were very similar to the alleys of Kashi.

We also stopped to have some cold drinks and biscuits. While we found several stalls selling tea, there was no one offering coffee. I mentioned to my son that I really needed a cup of strong coffee.

We then drove to the Tarna Mata Mandir situated atop a hill. It was a very beautiful place. We were welcomed by a group of women who had gathered to plan for their annual ‘Bhagvath katha’ recital. After Darshan at the temple, the ladies insisted that we spend some time there. They invited us to the function scheduled for August 13th.  They then insisted that we have something to drink before leaving their town. A young girl came and offered us a cup of coffee.

“Coffee!”, I asked pleasantly surprised and one of the ladies there said, “Bhagvan ka prasad samajh lo!”

We bid farewell to our lovely hosts and started for Chandigarh.  It took us an exhausting 7 hours to get there.

The next morning we flew back to Bangalore with beautiful memories of a wonderful adventure.

Creating Memories for A Lifetime

This was a long overdue trip with the most enthusiastic traveller in our house. My youngest son and I had planned to go on a trek in the summer of 2021. But the second wave of COVID spoilt our plans.

I suggested to him that we must look at a Himalayan trek as weekend treks in the Western ghats can be done even during the school term. After some research we zeroed in on a short and what was described as an ‘easy’ trek in the Dauladhar ranges, the Kareri Lake trek.

We were both extremely excited. Some of my friends had spoken about doing a trek in the Himalayas. I checked with my son if we could invite them to join us. He was ok with the idea.  His only condition was that I should share the tent with him when we were on the trek. Soon my eldest son was also tempted to take a few days off and join us.

On the 7th of April, 5 of us, my 2 sons, my 2 friends and me flew to Amritsar to begin our first trip of the year.

Unlike my previous treks, there was no natural calamity, political crisis or even rise in COVID infections before the start of our journey. It seemed too good to be true and I hoped that the trek would go through smoothly.

Our flight was 3 hours late. As our flight got ready to land, a person sitting next to us pointed to the Wagah border and the Golden temple. We were thrilled to see these.

After landing we drove straight to the Attari border from the airport. Enroute, we stopped at a Dhaba for lunch. We were told by the security at the Dhaba that no one wore the ‘mask’ in Punjab. “Yahan tho hare-bhare kheth hain..Covid kahan se ayega he told us!”

Our driver even told us that wearing a mask was forbidden in the Golden Temple complex. I am not sure whether it was forbidden but nobody seemed to wear the mask anywhere in Punjab.

As we reached closer to the border, we saw the flags of both India and Pakistan.

We walked to the amphitheatre to watch the ceremony. The ceremony at Attari-Wagah border was noisy and fun. At one point the women in the audience were invited to the main stage to walk with the national flag and also dance to the tune of popular patriotic songs.

 We also saw the official ceremony of the opening and closing gates. It seemed remarkable that an imaginary line drawn across the vast countryside could actually divide an ancient civilization.

We then drove to the city. The hotel we stayed in was just a kilometre from the Golden temple. While my 2 friends left immediately for the temple, my boys and I spent some time relaxing. We then decided to get a glimpse of the Golden Temple and head for dinner. We had a long list of places we wanted to eat at.

The walk to the Golden temple area was beautiful. The market area around the temple was buzzing with activity. I could have spent hours shopping there!

We entered the Golden temple premises. The place was beautifully lit. We did one round along the edge of the Amrit Sarovar. We also had the wonderful Atta halwa given as prasad.

After an hour at the temple, we went in search of dinner. We stopped for the famous Amritsari Kulfi and then headed to the Brother’s Dhaba for dinner. Post dinner we walked through the Partition Museum complex and returned to our hotel.

The next morning, we went back to see the Golden temple in daylight. It was serene and beautiful.

On the way back we wanted to visit the Jallianwala bagh complex. We stopped for tea at a roadside stall.

Our map indicated that we were at the Jallianwala bagh. We saw no park there. The owner of the tea stall then pointed to the entrance. I had read about the narrow entrance to the park, but was quite shocked to see it in person. The recently renovated park was now under Government control and would open only at 10 am.

We decided that we needed to come back to Amritsar with our families and would visit Jallianwala Bagh then. We also agreed that we needed to spend time in Amritsar and shop there.

One thing we realised was the ‘cash free’ UPI transactions that we were so used to in Bangalore did not work in Amritsar. In most places we were asked to pay cash or use the card. This came as a surprise to us. Like most Bangaloreans we had become used to travelling without a wallet and had only the mobile phone with us.

Post breakfast we left for Mcleodganj. As we crossed into Himachal Pradesh, we were asked to wear our masks. We reached Mcleodganj around lunchtime. Post a quick Himachali lunch we went to the Dalai Lama temple. Wearing mask was compulsory here. We spent some time in this beautiful temple and then headed to the Bhagsu Nag temple.

It is believed that the Pandavas visited the Bhagsu Nag temple. Next to the temple is a lovely spring. The manager at the temple told us that the source of the spring water remained unknown. But the water level in the spring was not impacted by weather conditions. Interestingly, this temple like most places in Mcleodganj and Dharamshala accepted UPI payments.

We spent the evening in the resort. The next morning, we visited the Dharamshala cricket ground, the world’s highest cricket stadium. The place was beautiful.

At 10 am we were scheduled to meet the rest of our trekking group near the Dharmshala bus stop. Besides the 5 of us, there were 2 families with 3 young children. There was one student from Nepal and 3 young professionals who had been to college together.

We started on a 2-hour drive to Kareri village. We met our guides Sanjay ji and Abhishek. Abhishek told us that it would be much cooler in the mountains. He said that we would see snow that day and walk on snow the next day. The entire group was excited.

We started our trek from Kareri village. Unlike my previous treks, this trail was full of steep uneven steps carved out by the villagers. It was a steep hard climb. The place was beautiful with rhododendrons in full bloom. Abhishek told us that the red flowers bloomed in the lower ranges. In the higher ranges we would see pink and white coloured flowers.

After a 2 hour climb, we stopped at a clearing for lunch. Fresh hot lunch comprising of Rajma and chawal was prepared for us. After about an hour break, we continued our climb. We climbed for another 3 hours. For most part of the climb, there was a river flowing right next to us. The guides however insisted that we drink water from the mountain springs and not the river.

The locals were concerned that tourists were ruining their river by dumping plastics and other garbage.  They had decided that camping at the Kareri lake should be banned in order to protect the lake and the river. So we were permitted to camp at Leuti, a small meadow at 2600 metres,  enroute to Kareri lake.

We reached Leuti by around 5.30 that evening. Our camp was right next to the river. Also there were rhododendron trees with white and pink flowers.

We had covered about 7 kms that day. My friend’s pedometer showed that we had done about 11500 steps. Considering that almost the entire route consisted of steps, we felt that we must have climbed a minimum of 8000 steps that day.

That evening, it was time for group to get together around the campfire. Stories about family, work and travel were exchanged. I was happy to see both my boys interact freely with the group. Later my younger one even told me that ‘we hear so many different points of view when we talk to strangers!” I was impressed.

Post dinner we went into our tents. The boys and I shared a tent. They were excited about using the sleeping bags. We spent some time talking about the place, the people we had met. I felt that there was a sense of greater respect for amma and her trekking friends!

The next morning, we started for Kareri Lake at about 8. Kareri lake was about 6 kms from Leuti. The initial part was a steep uneven climb. And then it was steps again. After about an hour we reached the first snow bridge.

We were very excited to walk on snow. Our guide Sanjay helped us cross the bridge one at a time. He taught us the technique of walking on snow while ascending as well as descending.

There were 4 more snow patches to cross. We were thrilled.

Slowly the forest gave way to meadows. One steep climb we were near the Shiva temple at Kareri Lake. Perched at 3200 metres, the glacial lake was beautiful.

We spent some time at the temple and near the lake. Post lunch at about 2.30 pm we started to descend back to our camp.

Walking down, especially on the snow patches was thrilling. At several points we just slid down the snow patches.

We stopped at several places to enjoy the scenery around us.

It took us about 3 hours to climb down. We were all thrilled to have made it to the summit and back.

Again, the pedometer reading showed that we had done about 9000 steps one way. We felt that this must translate to atleast 5000 rock cut steps. Over the 2 days we had probably climbed about 13000 steps.

It had been a long and tiring day. Post a sumptuous dinner we retired to our tents.

The next morning, we started our descent at 8.30 am. It felt like an endless walk. We were amazed that we had managed to negotiate so many steps on our way up. Our guides took a detour into the forests and we crossed a small river. For many us, it was the first experience of river-crossing during a trek. We enjoyed it thoroughly.

By about 12pm we were back at Kareri village. Some of us took a wrong turn and ended up walking through the village.

It was tense but also amusing experience as the villagers guided us back to the end point of our trek.

We thanked our guides, other group members and left for Dharmshala.

We were to spend that night at Una. We wanted to visit the Jwalamukhi Shantipeeth on the way to Una. After lunch at a small hotel near Dharamshala which served the best rotis in world ( as per my son) we went to the Bagalamukhi Devi temple which is a Siddhapeeth.

Our next stop was the Jwalamukhi temple. It was a long walk from the car park to the temple. The temple was not too crowded and we had a good Darshan there.

My friends and I were very satisfied at not just completing the trek but also visiting the very powerful Shaktipeetham.

After resting at Una for the night, we left for Chandigarh. On the way we stopped at the famous Anandpursahib Gurudwara.

We then had a quick brunch at Chandigarh and left for the airport. Incidentally the place we stopped for brunch as well as an eatery in the airport where my son wanted some snacks did not accept UPI.

Perhaps because of the steps, this trek I felt had been the most difficult one I have done. But travelling with my boys was a wonderful experience. I am extremely proud that they adjusted very well to the tough mountain climbs, living in tents, using toilet tents and above all interacting and helping people who accompanied us during this trek.

We are already planning our next trek together.

A Long Awaited Visit to Assam and Meghalaya –Part 3: Mawrynkhang Trek and the Living Root Bridges of Meghalaya

The next morning we started for what was projected as the ‘scariest trek’, the Mawrynkhang Trek or the Bamboo trail trek. Villagers in Meghalaya have for generations, built bamboo bridges to connect villages. These bridges span across mountains, rivers and gorges. In 2016, these bridges were strengthened and opened out to tourists.

After a breakfast of ‘Maggi’ at the start point of the trek, we began the trek at about 7.30 am. A descent of about 600 steps and we reached the first bamboo bridge.

This trek was an amazing experience. The bridges were very sturdy and did not seem scary at all.

Native skill and knowledge result in such amazing creations. Personally, I enjoyed the trek and took several breaks to enjoy the place and the skills of the villagers who created this masterpiece.

The Mawrynknong peak was special. After some time there, we headed back. After crossing the last bamboo bridge, some of us decide to rest near the river. We spent some time talking about how glad we were to have actually planned the trip. Next, we climbed the steps to get back to our vehicle. We proceeded for lunch and then to the next highlight of the trip, Asia’s largest zipline crossing.

This zipline consists of 4 lines. The 2 long lines span across a beautiful valley. This was another wonderful experience. At the zipline, the instructors told us how to ‘brake’ but many of us got it wrong. Several team members got stuck on the zipline because of braking early. It was quite amusing to see the instructors go across to bring them back to the finish point. We called these the ‘zipline rescues’ and had a good laugh over it.

Post another early dinner we moved to our homestay at Cherrapunji. It was an evening of crazy conversations and endless laughter.

The next morning, we started for the much-awaited trek to the double decker living root bridge. A short drive later we began our descent to the root bridges. We were told that the day’s trek would involve climbing down (and a little bit of climbing up) over 3500 steps. It took us about 90 minutes to get to the double decker bridge. We passed by the pretty Tyrna village. On our way back, we decided that we should stop to see the world’s largest single decker bridge.

Walking down was interesting. We met many youngsters making their way up after the trek. They told us that they had spent the night in homestays near the living root bridges. Everyone assured us that the place was beautiful but climbing back was going to be tough. Walking down we came across a beautiful river and spent some time there. At another point we also had to cross a river on a metal bridge.

Along the way, there were little shops where lunch was available on order. We noted down their numbers

Breakfast was at a little stilt hut overlooking the double decker bridge. We met a group of women from Bangalore and Davangere. It was interesting to watch them sing and dance on the bridge as well as the river below.

While 6 of us decided to stay and soak in the place, the rest of the group trekked up to rainbow falls which was another hour or so away.

We spent a lot of time admiring the bridge and the simple but brilliant idea behind it. We also stood in the water there enjoying a natural fish spa. We also met several tourists like us and exchanged stories about our travels.

Some of the younger people we met saw the work-from-home option provided the COVID pandemic as an opportunity to travel and explore new places.

At about 12pm we decided to head back. We had informed one little shop that we would be coming for lunch. We stopped there for a wonderful lunch of Dal, roti and subzi. We spent some time talking to the owner of the place and played with her little son. It was time to trek back.

We climbed slowly, 30 steps at a time. A young Keralite couple was walking with us. We learnt about them, their families, job everything during the first part of the climb.

We stopped several times. Many small shops sold fresh oranges. Nearly every house in the region seemed to have an orange tree. We ate oranges, had local lemon juice and chatted with the villagers.

Next, we went to the single decker bridge.

Largest single decker bridge

The place was beautiful with almost no crowd.

We were told that it takes minimum 15 years for a root bridge to form. Standing on this bridge we saw that the village was preparing its second bridge.

New bridge

Along the way we spotted this board. Here was a part of the river that the villagers wanted to keep for themselves. We saw them bathing, washing clothes and just sitting by the river.

Another hours climb and we were back at the starting point of the trek.

Again, we met some young people who were just exploring Meghalaya. In these 4 days we met several young people who were rather surprised to see a group of 40+ women on an adventure trip. Many told us that they found us inspiring and would like to be like us when they reached our age. It was a massive boost to our ego.

We spent about 2 hours eating the wonderful fresh pineapples found in the area, drinking tea and just talking about everything. Some tourists who were planning to spend the night in homestays in the villages there came to seek our advice on the trek.

The rest of our group came by 6 pm. Once again, we had early dinner and left for our homestay.

It was time to pack as we would be leaving the next morning. That morning we started by 6, went to Naokholikoi waterfalls .

It was a frosty morning and we were all thrilled.

We drove past the vast grasslands of Cherrapunji to reach the Mawphlang Sacred Groves. The sacred groves were amazing.

Throughout the trip we had observed that women seemed to play a dominant role in Meghalaya. Most hotel owners and decision makers seemed to be women. This made sense when we learnt that the tribes of Meghalaya follow the Matrilineal system. Children even take the names of their mother not father.

Check https://meenakravi.wordpress.com/2021/12/14/a-crash-course-in-living-with-nature/

for more details about our visit there. 

It was a long drive to Guwahati. Interestingly for a nearly an hour we drove on the highway.

The lane we were driving on was part of Meghalaya and just across the divider the opposite lane was part of Assam.

Another Assamese thali and post shopping for the famous Assam tea leaves we were ready to head back home.

A week when we all learnt to push our limits, explore and achieve much more than we could have imagine possible.

And we were all thankful that we did not let Omnicron get the better of us!

A Long Awaited Visit to Assam and Meghalaya – Part 2: Umiam Lake, Dawki and Krong Shuri

After our Darshan and Kamakhya temple followed by breakfast, it was time to head for Meghalaya. We walked across to the airport tp meet the rest of our group.

The vehicle was waiting for us at the Guwahati airport. The flight of some of our team members was delayed and by the time we left the airport it was around 11.30. We picked up our tour guide/manager Ashish from a nearby hotel and started our drive to Meghalaya. Our co-travelers were a very young people in their early and mid-20’s. There were 3 women, solo travelers and 2 childhood friends doing their first trip together. Besides the 1 male traveler and the tour guide, the rest were all women.

Some brief introductions and we were encouraged to play a game of Antakshari as ice breaker. We soon stopped for lunch and post lunch drove to Uminam lake. It was a long drive and the playlists chosen by the group members from Hyderabad reminded all of us of our children back home.

Unimam  was a very scenic place. We went on a short boat ride and spent some time enjoying the beautiful place.

Our guide Ashish kept talking about the ‘Sunset issue’ because of which we would have to start our day early. We were amused by the term. When asked what it meant, he said, “Sun sets very early here so we have less time!”

By 4 pm the sun set and by 5 it was really dark. We understood what the ‘sunset issue’ was.

5 pm in Meghalaya

We went back to our vehicle and started the long drive back to our homestay for the night. The first two nights were to be spent in this homestay on the Jaintia Hills. It was 8.30 by the time we reached there. Campfire and dinner followed. It had been a long tiring day.

The next morning we were up by 4.45 am to witness the sunrise. By 6am we left our homestay to head for the Indo-Bangladesh border at Dawki. We passed by the picturesque Umngot river. We stopped for breakfast of Poori Bhaji in this tiny hotel at Dawki.

Post breakfast we visited the border. There was a milestone which marked the end of the Indian territory. Our tour guide as well as the army personnel at the border told us not to step on the Bangladesh side. Although it is a friendly border, we were told that it was just not ok to step into their territory.

We spent some time talking to the army personnel there. They told us that this border was to be developed on the same lines as the Wagah border in Amritsar.

There was a long line of trucks carrying stones heading towards the border. We were told that nearly 800 trucks pass from India to Bangladesh every day carrying stones.

Post the border visit we went to the Krong Shuri falls. Nestled amidst the green forests, Krong Shuri is picture perfect. It is a short 10 minute walk from the car park area and the beauty of the place left us all spellbound. With the mandatory life jacket on, we all stepped into the blue waters. It was a wonderful experience.

Krong Shuri Waterfalls

After nearly 2 hours at the waterfalls, we changed and went for lunch. A quick lunch at a small hotel was followed by the much awaited visit to India’s cleanest river Ungmot. We had all see numerous photos of the crystal clear waters of this river. But the first glimpse came as a shock.

The Bangladesh side of the Ungmot river

This we learnt was the Bangladesh side of the river. We moved to the Indian side. We went on a boat towards the cliff jumping point. Nearly all the team members decided to try cliff jumping. The 3 members who chose not to, stayed in the boats to capture photos and motivate us. The next hour was spent overcoming fears and pushing our limits. Cliff jumping was an exhilarating experience.

As we approached the shore, the members of the group were all happy but tired. It had been a good day. We chose to have a quick snack of bhel puri and jalmuri sold by the locals. Interestingly, the vendors here are both Indians and Bangladeshis. They work together and ensure there is business for all.

We left Dawki by 5. We stopped for a very early dinner.

For most of us the highlight of the day had been cliff jumping. We were thrilled at having been able to pull it off. One group of ladies who had watched us at Dawki had commented “pagal hain yeh log!” Interestingly we ran into the same women at the restaurant we stopped for lunch. They knew that we were aware of their comments and took a lot of trouble to tell us how wonderful we were.

It was fun.

By the end of the day, the group had become very comfortable with each other. There was lots of conversation and laughter. One of the girls even asked me to oil her hair. At one point a group member even remarked, “I feel I am travelling with my kids!”

End of Part 2