tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59788864456696736082024-03-28T11:18:30.184+05:30Nature Enthus - DLC Destinations Less CrowdedShinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-47871512555060829552017-05-27T20:47:00.000+05:302017-05-28T21:56:57.404+05:30Pappilai Amman - The Deity Distinct Raj Vridhachalam, the man behind many of my trails, was the one to brief me on Pappilai Amman, the deity of a jungle shrine, deep inside the Kukkal Shola. As he puts it, Kukkal Shola is one among the largest stretch of Shola woods, and its biodiversity is unique. It was about four years back and since then I had trekked thrice to Pappilai Amman; once with my family too. And I swear to be there again soon, such serene is the location.<br />
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Heading west from Kodaikanal town and a drive of 30 km through the woods, would take you to Poomparai village.<br />
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A little further to the west the road forks. Straight one leads to Mannavannur & Kavunji and the right deviation is to Kukkal village. Another 8 km and just before the road ends, is the Kukkal lake. Our camping site is the small but elegant hut, facing the lake, which belongs to a friend of Raj. Normally we reach there by evening and one would long for the dawn, for the view in the morning light is something beyond words...<br />
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With the sun up, the lake will still be under mist, and sitting by the side, you will have the company of Indian Coots and Dabchicks (Little Greb) wading the waters, least bothered of you. But can't be there for long as the trek is to start soon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Misty Lake Reflecting Kukkal Shola</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gireesh</td></tr>
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A quick breakfast and the team is geared for the trek. Gireesh, a manager of Raj's establishments, and later a very good friend of mine, is an inevitable part of treks in this terrain, and he is in the lead.<br />
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Hiking by the side of the lake and crossing a small plantation you are into it - The Kukkal Shola. The jungle is so dense - believe me - you won't see the sun for an hour and its that moist, to save your blood, you won't like to stop for a second. The hike is moderate and the air is so cool, you will never feel exhausted. Small rivulets run across the track and you will definitely love to send the flow down the throat.<br />
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May not be in need of breaks, with in the shola, but still can afford one or two if you are not in a hurry. While with ladies and kids, we had breaks for snacks and with others, a bird there, a butterfly here or even a mantis would force a break. Thus proceeding, nearly for an hour, there it is, the opening of the foliage cave, and there ends the Kukkal Shola,,<br />
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Enter the montane grass spread of the Palani Hills, bordering the Kuthirayar basin. To the west is the Kilanavayal ridge and to the north - west, is the infinite spread of Manjampatti valley. Should stay there a while, enjoying the misty vista, as the hardest part of the trek starts here.<br />
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The climb to the east, up to Pappilai Amman ridge would take around twenty to thirty minutes. Droppings, all around would remind you to be quite, for its the abode of Nilgiri Thar, and you may be lucky enough to spot them at the peak.<br />
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The climb ends at the ridge and the next part is a short walk along the ridge line. At places the mount drops vertically, presenting some frightening views of the Kukkal valley beneath. Soon you will find a small swing on rock pillars, by the edge of the ridge.<br />
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The deity is believed to be fond of swinging above the Kukkal valley and there are many such tiny swings, all over the Kukkal temple premise, symbolising this.<br />
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Just after the old swing, comes the dangerous part of the trek. Here you have to climb up a rocky terrain, atop which the temple structure is built. There are crude steps cut over the rock, to make the climb easy, but there is nothing to hold on, and just by the side of your foot step, the ridge drops vertically down.<br />
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One misstep would cause you land in Kukkal valley, some 1500 ft below. The best way to negotiate, as my wife puts it, is not to look at the other side. And finally you are at the shrine. Its a small structure built on polished rock stones with some recent extensions.<br />
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You are now at an elevation of 6900 ft and the whole world, within vision, is beneath you. The cold breeze and occasional mist adds to the fabulous ambience. Just roam the premises; its a treat for your eyes and camera sensors.<br />
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All of a sudden mist may veil the scenario; just lie over the grass bed and have a nice nap. Wake up to the call of a grass bird, a reminder, its time to leave.<br />
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At the thought of leaving, the first thing that may worry you, would be the rock steps that you have to climb down. If you are that fearful of an unsteady limb, just sit and crawl down, as one among us successfully experimented once.<br />
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As you walk past the old swing, leaving the ridge, stop, turn back and have a last look around.... What a different patch of this world has Pappilai Amman chosen to dwell....Isn't that a deity distinct .....<br />
Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-24991107360044558642017-03-21T19:35:00.000+05:302017-05-28T21:58:07.215+05:30The Tiger Road Tiger roads were tracks across tiger infested woods, used by the then rulers, for game, and occasionally to get rid of man eaters. The sport gained momentum towards the end of 19th century and carried on to mid 20th century. In fact, India witnessed a massive wipe out of sixty thousand to seventy thousand of these gentle animals, in a short span of fifty years across 1875 to 1925. And the southern part of the big country, had its own contributions. In 1971, tiger killing was banned by Supreme Court of India and in 1973, 'Project Tiger' was launched. The hunting tracks were abandoned and left to the woods.<br />
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And this story is about one such track, that still remains distinct, in the southern part of the country, and eventually on a tiger encounter, at close quarters...Let's start with a small history on the hunting ground...<br />
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Be it the Wodayars of Mysore Dynasty or the Tippu - the tiger himself - were all fond of the sport of tiger hunting, and the sector, then under the grip of Mysore strong hold, had these majestic cats in abundance. To the south of Mysore, the regions of Sathyamangalam, Nilgiris, Bandipur, Muthanga, Kabini, Nagerhole etc, were the hot spots, as these contiguous sectors then boasted of the pristine greenery, booming with all resources, the tiger population was in need.<br />
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The first tracks ever, across these woods, should be credited to Hyder Ali, who rose to power in 1760 AD . He descended the Ghats, invading the Malabar region, now part of Kerala and of course, he would have widened the paths used by tribal people, messengers and hunters, as he had to take his cavalry along with. History says that the Vythiri - Thamarasseri segment, of the present NH 766, connecting Calicut and Mysore, was invented by Hyder Ali, which was later developed by the British.<br />
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Hyder Ali Khan was succeeded by his elder son, The Tippu Sulthan, in 1782 AD. Then onward, Tippu crossed the Ghats, many a times, either to defend Malabar or in effort to invade Travancore, until his death in 1799. The British, killing Tipu Sultan, reinstated the Wodayar reign, which continued until independence of India. Thus during the second tenure of the Wodayars, the plot was clear, with several tracks crisscrossing the Tiger country, providing ample access to their gentle population.<br />
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Among the then rulers, Krishna Raja Wodeyar and the last King, Jayachamaraja Wodeyar, were known patrons of tiger hunting.<br />
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Jayachamaraja Wodeyar is known to have sought to hunting, only on reports of a rogue elephant or a man eating tiger, and later he gave up hunting and served as the chairman of Indian Wildlife Board. He may be the last, who would have lead a hunting trail, along the tiger roads...<br />
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Actually I came to know about the Tiger Road from Heeralal - a good friend of mine - who then served as the Officer in charge of Muthanga Wild Life Sanctuary, of Wayanad district. When I rang him up finally, by around midnight, the delegation consisting of Biju, Gireesh, Sinesh and myself, had just crossed Nadukani, on Nilambur - Batheri route. On his directions, got to Muthanga, by around 1 in the morning and we were led to the mud cottages close to the Range office. Though late to sleep, woke up early to the chirping of birds and a short birding session followed.<br />
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Soon after break fast, set out to explore, storing sufficient to drink and eat. Traveled along NH 766 up to Mulehole and took the right deviation,32 into the Tiger Road. The mud track cut across NH here, and the left deviation leads to Kabini. The initial part went event less, apart from the sightings of Sambar deers and spotted deers, occasionally. Then we approached a junction, where the track forked. Took the right deviation which climbed to the camp named Gemmanahalla. It was a small old building on a hill top, with an attached watch tower.<br />
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Once up the tower, you have the green vista surrounding, all beneath you. This would have served as midway rest and watch house for the game team. Spent a while there and left to hit the track.<br />
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Noticing bird activity, drive went slow and had stop overs, where ever we sensed motion. Could spot Blue faced Malkoha, Darter, King Fishers and that kind, and I swapped my wide angle lens with 300 mm, F4, block telephoto lens, which is my favorite, for birds in action.<br />
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At another such stoppage, as we were all out of the vehicle, I saw the guard who was with us, walking farther, sensing something ahead. Confirming the camera settings, we followed suite. We were moving in a line, the guard leading, myself closely behind and the others following. We stepped on a culvert over a small rivulet and as we crossed it, the man in front, in a quick move, drifted aside. And I found myself, directly in front of the tiger....<br />
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He stood on a flat rock, by the side of the rivulet, staring at me, nearly 10 meters away. I am not a guy that brave; but still I wasn't in panic. As I watched, he turned to the left and had a gentle walk towards the thick bush on the other side. Then I thought of clicking. I slowly lifted the camera and as the vision cleared through the view finder, what I saw was his face, in full frame. He had just stopped.... Then, grinning wide, he delivered a thick growl. We stood there frozen....<br />
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After a second warning, much more intense, he continued with the stroll, got into thick cover and laid there. His hind quarters was still outside the thicket, clearly visible.<br />
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Feeling the thickness in air, Heeralal presented a lighter face, and soon we got back to the vehicle, not to disturb the animal further. As we drove ahead, up the incline, I could have one more glimpse of that magnificent face, through the thicket, cautiously watching.<br />
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Had food on the way and took another track, back to Muthanga. Though there were many sightings, on return, which included Sambars, Gaurs and Dholes, shutterbugs were on the hang over and hence didn't attempt elaborate photo sessions.<br />
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From my side, it was a kingly affair - Shooting a tiger, from the tiger road, neither up an elephant nor on a cart; but on foot, not shedding a drop of blood, neither his nor mine...<br />
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From the tiger side, the king of our woods, the scenario is pathetic. They were more than a lakh, a hundred years back..... The kingdom on strain. The dynasty on decline. And just about 2200 of them remain in this noble land.....<br />
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Ponmudi is a well known destination, to the east of Thiruvananthapuram district and it is thronged by nature enthus, during week ends; peak being lone of its kind, nearest to capital city, with smooth vehicle access. We too frequent the place, during early hours of the day, in search of birds and during those visits, the towering green hillocks, a bit west to the upper sanatorium of Ponmudi, had always been a fascinating sight, especially in the golden light. It was actually Kumarettan, who runs a small food joint at Kallar, the base of Ponmudi hills, who briefed us on Varayadu Motta - the abode of Varayadu (Nilgiri Tahr) - while we were raiding on his Dosas, a fine morning. He added that, not many has been up there, though the mount stay inviting....<br />
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And some days later we again found ourselves, in front of that delicious cuisine, all set to hike the toughest one near by. Thankfully, the department had relieved Mr. Alexander, a forest watcher, who joined us to guide. Packing more of those Dosas, for later use, the five member team consisting of Anoj, Nasar, Thomsun Saburaj, Alexander and the author, set out, with the doubting eyes of Kumarettan following us.</div>
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Drove past the Golden Valley of Kallar and hit the first left deviation, from the main road, leading to the small hamlet of Mottamoodu, around five kilometers farther. Parked our vehicle there and started the hike. Initial stretch went along some plantations of lesser elevation and the gradient started gaining. A crested serpent eagle took off from a nearest branch and we were into thick woods, leaving the plantation behind.<br />
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Within an hour of hike, the ground leveled, with grassy undergrowth, under the canopy of Gall nut trees. Morning rays weren't harsh, and the hike so far, was pretty easy.<br />
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Another half an hour walk, was along grass levels and we could then have a closer view of our destination, the towering mount, right to the east. Though the wooded Ponmudi valley, to the north east was a soothing sight, the mount stood challenging,....<br />
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Spotting a distant waterfall in the valley, called out for a break and engaged the shutters for a while.<br />
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Drank from the flow, soothed legs a bit and got geared, for the next part of the hike. A short walk for about 15 minutes, along the base of the mount, took us to the start of the hard part of the trek. Even the view of the peak, from there, was frightening, as the gradient looked so steep and the summit of Varayatu Motta,so high. Adding to it, Alexander, our guide, was so discouraging and he judged outright that the hike is a mission, totally impossible for chaps of our kind - pot bellied and mid aged. Despite all these, decided to give a try, not intending the apex really, but just to see, how high we could. As the climb pursued, climbers dropped at regular intervals and finally, at about half the way up,our guide Alexander gave up, declaring he is finished.<br />
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Now just two remained, myself and Saburaj, with little energy in stock. Alexander strongly insisted not to continue, and we could see for it ourselves, that there was no way up, and more steeper the terrain went. It was all just green ahead, with intermittent growth of a stuffy shrub, with roots that deep, and the stem iron hard..<br />
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Thus proceeding, as we were about to clear the top, we saw another peak behind, which wasn't visible from the base. That was a heart break. I was so weak and thirsty and I decided to give up. Sabu, read my face and went on this line....We would never make it again, Its just another fifteen minutes, Can't you hold on....And I rose to feet....<br />
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The next few moments were some among the hardest in my life. After a while - I am still unaware how long it took - as the watch tower of Ponmudi Upper Sanatorium came into view, it was a blurred image. Lying atop, sky gazing, it took minutes for me to come back to life. </div>
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Spreading fatigue added to the misery and indeed luck was on my part that I could crawl down to Alexander, without much bruises. And dear, there sat Alexander, with empty bottles, draining all the liquid we had....</div>
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As we reached the camp shed, I was staggering.Fell into the rivulet and laid there immersed, gulping heavily. But that didn't help. Dehydration was of advanced level and I started vomiting. I feared I would collapse, and hence decided to start the return trek immediately. Took sufficient water and went on sipping slowly, as I walked. That worked and was back on track soon.<br />
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Got behind the wheel, by 6 in the evening and as we cruised for the joint, hunger struck, I tilted the rear view mirror a bit, and there appeared the majestic mount....Inviting indeed.....</div>
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-12267429780372536222013-09-15T09:25:00.002+05:302013-09-15T10:01:00.198+05:30Memari – The Isle Of Seclusion<div class="MsoNormal">
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means so in Malayalam. It’s a tiny tribal settlement all surrounded by the
woods of Idukki Wildlife sanctuary. The hamlet is headed by Arjunan, who played
our host for the two days, we roamed around Memari. The expedition took off
from Kizhukanam, the base of all ventures we had in Idukki Wild life Sanctuary.
We boarded the 4 wheel drive Jeep, owned by Babu of Kizhukanam, by around 3 in
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> Drive to Memari is impossible while it
rains, as the terrain is not that friendly, even to the 4 wheel drives. The
initial stretch was a climb to the mountain top adjacent to that hosts Memari.
At the top, halted for a while, as the evening sun graciously lighting the
Memari hillock, didn’t let us go that easy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> The journey then was downhill,
initially wading through the grass growth, which gradually gave way to thick
foliage. Crossed a rivulet and it went uphill, landing in front of a four
pillared structure, which doubles as a school and a community hall, where we
were to be dumped.</span><br />
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bath in the nearby rivulet, before it was dark and a remarkable night followed,
listening to the adventures of Arjunan, the headman and his wife Ponnamma –
amazing couple they are! </span><br />
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curry – was magically delicious, as we had the remains for the next day’s
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> While my team mates opted the open hall, I squeezed into the back seat
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early and roamed around birding and clicking, until Ponnamma turned up with a
lump of Upma and a bigger lump of sugar, sweetening the experience. Kochukunju
and Kuttan were ready by then, to guide us through the vistas, that surrounded
Memari. Boarded the jeep and drove north until it was impossible further. Got
down and commenced the trek, wading through grass growth taller than us, aiming
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existence. Grass blades were sharp enough to present us scratches all along the
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sight of a tiny check dam in the valley, to facilitate wild life during summer
and decided to descend to it. It was a heaven for the ‘Butterfliers’ among us
and the session extended for about half an hour.</span><br />
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‘Nakshathrakkunnu’ further to the north east from the watch tower. Climbed back
to the tower from where the hilltop was visible. It is the adjacent hillock,
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the destination was in vision, confusion developed on how to negotiate the shola
woods in the valley. Climbed up a rock to have a better view of the valley and
decided to cut across in a direction, where the foliage was found thin, though
it was a slight deviation. We knew that once we descend into the woods in the
valley, we would loose the sight as well as the direction and hence spent a
while in land marking. Crossed the shola and the cute rivulet hidden in it,
without much trouble, and went ahead with the up climb. The gradient then went
easier and soon we were at the base of Nakshathrakkunnu. Strangely, the base of
the hillock was a vast plane meadow. Equally interesting was it, to know that
the base is known as ‘Vimanathavalam’ – the airport – among the Memari people. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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rest, quenched thirst and went ahead with the climb. Half way up, Idukki
Reservoir, cleared up in the depth. The blue storage and the lush greenery
bordering it, presented a mind blowing view and couldn’t resist the click
thrive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> The destination was so close and the trek went leisurely. The group scattered
on different interests, once atop. Nakshathrakkunnu is an amazing location with
the water storage to the north and the vastness of the green meadows all
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rocky terrain in the eastern valley of Nakshathrakkunnu is locally called
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descent, some what comfortable, except for two three steep down slides, where we
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previous day’s dinner but that wasn’t an adverse factor, owing to the need of
the hour. Right in front of Chempakappara, stood the towering hillock of
Thinapothiyan, which was in our itinerary earlier, but left for the next visit,
owing to time constrain. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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feet, as it was getting late, and continued down further. The track was thickly
invaded and we found it very difficult to wade through. Soon we realized the
fact that there isn’t a track at all and we were just being guided on
direction. Had a hard time penetrating the growth and in another hour, managed
to clear out of the woods. Brisk walk then followed through beaten track and
got back to our school by around 3 PM. Unloaded the backpacks and ran to our
rivulet, such was the need of a dip then.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Immersed
in the soothing flow, fondled by Mother Nature, lying in her lap, grief
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Idukki
Wild Life Sanctuary is a low profile reserve with all its beauty and majesty
hidden and unexplored. Kizhakkalachi is one among the hidden wonders not even
popular with the local inhabitants. Access to these heights, is only through a
remote village named Kizhukanam, connected by a dirt road from Valakode, about
30 km from Kattappana, the head quarters of Idukki district. Few buses ply
between Kattappana and Kizhukanam, apart from which jeeps serve the
connectivity with outer world.<br />
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Thus we
boarded the 4 Wheel Drive vehicle owned by Babu of Kizhukanam, after parking
our vehicle at Valakode. The jerky drive ended at the forest station of
Kizhukanam, from where two of the forest staff, joined us to guide.Our vehicle carrying the
seven member delegation drove up to Kizhukanam junction, deviated left and
switched over to 4WD option, for the next part of the climb. After half an hour
of jumps and jerks, the drive ended at ‘Mulla’
and we got geared for the trek. <br />
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The initial part was along thick vegetation,
which soon changed over to grass hills. The hike then went steep and the
torching sun was almost above heads. Continued sweating and gasping, with
occassional breaks at shola patches that weren’t that frequent. Soon we found ourselves
amidst vast greenery of the meadows, which displayed the finest of its charms.
Camera clicks tore the majestic silence and the light breeze carried away the
pains.<br />
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Crossed another
shola and advanced up a hillock where we were greeted with the mesmerising view
of the blue storage of Idukki reservoir, deep In the valley. Despite the harsh
lighting, the valley wore a charm, enough to send an enthusiast out of sense.<br />
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Some went clicking and others lied on the green carpet, with eyes wide open,
filling it with the panorama. Folds of green hillocks continued from the other side of
the storage, adding to the majesty of the frame.<br />
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We had just entered the Kizhakkelaachi
sector through the southern end and our plan was to cover the entire region on
foot, and to leave along the northern end. As much walking still remained, got
to foot soon.<br />
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though a little lengthy, didn't pose any trouble, as the gradient was mild and
the foliage served cover. Heard a mountain pigeon at the heights, but the
canopy blocked the view. It took about half an hour to clear the shola and we were
then walking along a ridge, with the center part of the reservoir beneath us. The
undergrowth was unusually thick and it was difficult to wade through. Sreenivasan,
our leader, then deviated left, along the ridge, descending a bit, to find a
wedge shaped sharp rocky structure, protruding into the storage. Moved with
caution, to the edge which falls steep into the reservoir, deep down.<br />
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Sat at
the edge of the cliff, with the spread of the pool, all around. The dam
structure of Cheruthoni, to the far north, gave occasional appearances which
wasn't sufficient for our camera sensors to detect. The arc dam of Idukki, to
the north east, wasn't visible, as towering hillocks of the ‘Memari’ sector, blocked
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It was 3 PM
by then and we got up for the return trek. Climbed back to the track and
started the descent, which went past a shola and then opened to grass hills.
The cliffs of ‘Kalyaanathandu’, near Kattappana, was visible from the track, as
we descended further.<br />
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The descent was moderate and we had an easy walk, which
took just an hour for us to reach ‘Bheeman Chuvadu’, where our jeep was
expected to be.<br />
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Babu turned up a little late – he would have underestimated our
trekking speeds, probably – which gave us ample time to explore the base. Found
a large footprint shaped mark on the rocky surface and a tribe who came in
search of his cow, missing for the last two days, clarified that it’s the footprint
of ‘Bheema’, of Mahabharatha. As I stood amazed how Bheema would have landed on
the rock, single legged, the jeep horn echoed in the valley beneath.</div>
Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com10Kizhakkanaachi9.7633667037137712 76.9169139862060559.7555422037137713 76.906828986206051 9.7711912037137711 76.926998986206058tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-32332580497282024262013-05-30T16:59:00.003+05:302013-06-02T16:08:04.292+05:30Vattathotti – Palliyanpaara : The Border Line – 2<br />
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<b> </b> If the <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2013/05/meghamala-venniar-border-line.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"><b>previous chapter</b></span></a> was on the expedition to Venniar, a border section of Periyar Tiger
Reserve, through the Tamil Nadu Hills of Meghamala, here I would present a
report on the day, in and around Venniar, after a cold night’s stay at the
Forest station of Venniar.</div>
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started with a delicious dish of Tapioca, topped with a lavish pour of lemoned
black tea, at the mercy of Karikalan, a forest watcher and the delegation set
out for the exploration, heavily armed against leeches – and not tigers.<br />
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Though
the morning was misty and cloudy, nothing hindered us, if not for the
intermittent light drizzle. The woods in the morning light and mist, was all
the more charming and the shutter bugs enjoyed the opportunity to the best.<br />
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reservoir – and in just about 200 metres, had an exciting stop at the fresh
footprints of the big cat.<br />
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The grass sprouts stamped to mud were just springing
up, signing how unfortunate we were in missing the sighting of the most elusive
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In another ten
minutes, defense call of an elephant, from the thicket close to our track,
stopped us for another while, until the subsequent calls ensured its recede. Thereafter
the walk went slower, not that we were scared, but as the gradient went
steeper. In half an hour, assumed the heights of grass hillocks, but mist was
so thick, restricting the view beneath.<br />
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Waited there in good hope and luck was
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of the big blue pool amidst thick green canopy.<br />
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Opportunities are short lived
and so was the view. Moved to the eastern side of the ridge, where visibility
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We had folds of grass
mounts beneath, bordered by tea plantations of Eravankalar, to our west and the
distant vilages of Chinnamannur, to the north. Interestingly, a tusker – should
be the one who scared us earlier - was found roaming in the grass hillock, just
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to Palliyanpara, to the south of Vattathotti.<br />
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Descended a bit, wading the thick
undergrowth, went around a large pool, evidently the water source for the
inhabitants around - including our big cat friend - crossed our earlier track,
as our predecessor did and headed south beneath thick canopy, which spared us
from the drizzle.<br />
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It was slight down hill all the way and in half an hour we
could find the canopy opening to grass lands, at the far end. Karkalan was
leading the trail and as he was about to clear the cover, he fell to the floor,
signaling us to follow suite. On crawling to him, we could find a large herd of
Gaur, leisurely grazing in the meadow beneath us, totally unaware of the show
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Watched the show for a long while, and the
perfection instincts forced us to crawl closer. Being in an open ground, they
could sense us pretty quick, an alarm went around, and we witnessed the elder
ones circling around the calves, and galloping into the nearest cover. Deviated
from the track and went a bit more down to the ridge of Palliyanpara, from
where a part of the reservoir was very clearly visible. It was surprising to
learn that Mullakkudi region of PTR is just 6 km down hill, where I had been once,
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the light break fast had left us long back and we were running on reserves. The
thought of the hike that remains, flared the fire inside, and the return climb
was bit brisk, despite the steep terrain. Reached back Venniar by half past
three, and had to spent a while, to unload leeches who had joined us from all
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Spent the evening
at Eravankalar, birding around and drove back to the forest station by dusk.
The last night at Venniar was colder, due to the downpour and it dawned to the
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-50445386059662464302013-05-20T12:52:00.000+05:302013-05-20T12:55:32.291+05:30Meghamala – Venniar : The Border Line <b> <a href="http://wikimapia.org/#lang=en&lat=9.595503&lon=77.301006&z=14&m=b" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Locate</span></a></b><br />
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Venniar aka
Eravangalar is one of the remote sections of East Division of Periyar Tiger Reserve
of Kerala, which was recently declared as the best managed protected area in
India, by United Nations Development Programme (UNDP). Though Venniar is about
15 km, aerially, to the east of Thekkadi ( head quarters of the East Division),
access to the region is only through Chinnamannur of Tamilnadu - if not for the
jungle track - and its about 100 kms from Thekkadi. The track to Venniar passes
through the picturesque tea plantations of Meghamalai of Tamilnadu and thus
decided to set apart three days, for this venture from Kerala to Kerala,
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Reached Kumili
by night, so as to start the onward journey, early morning, next day. Boarded
the vehicle, of course equipped with four wheel drive, by around 7 in the
morning. Went past the vineyards of Cumbum and of course had a short stop, to
have a bite of some farm fresh grapes, well soaked in pesticides – I preferred
to peel it before gulping.<br />
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Stopped at Uthamapalayam for breakfast and to store
provisions to keep us alive, the three days ahead. The track there after went
through paddy fields, along the outskirts of Chinnamannur town, with towering
hillocks surrounding, and occasionally with a borderline of Coconut
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Penetrating flocks of goat, that frequented the track, reached the
first forest check post, on the line, at Thenpalani. No hassles and drove
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Madhu,
our chauffeur dismantled the roof and side covers of the vehicle, and we got
geared for the climb. The jeep went negotiating the hairpin curves slowly and
the travelers were all busy with their cameras, copying the beauty of the
entire valley.<br />
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The jungle around, was dry and thorny initially, which gradually
gained greenery, as we climbed. A watch tower about 100m from the track, about
midway, offered a magnificent view of the tiny villages, scattered in the valley,
further to the east. Few curves ahead, we were under thick foliage and the
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Signs of
habitation appeared and soon we were driving along the winding road, cutting
across a tea plantation. Stopped the vehicle near the sign board, which read
‘Megamalai’ and people scattered.<br />
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Some went behind a laughing thrush and I
opted to roam around and explore Megamalai. Megamalai is the hill top which got
transformed to 'Highwavy' Tea Estate and I walked down to the Colony where the
workers of the estate dwell.<br />
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About 30 households, a lower primary school, a
tiny post office, a creche a church, a temple and a bus shelter, make up
Megamalai. But the greenery around, the chill in the air and the cloud of mist,
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and then opened to Manalar tea estate, surrounding Manalar reservoir.<br />
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Thereafter the drive was along a scenic patch with the magical blend of
greenery and bluish storage of tiny reservoirs, which resembled big ponds.<br />
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Maharaja Medu is another small colony of workers of Eravankalar Estate, located at the extreme end of the storage of Eravankalar Dam.<br />
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structure and tea plantation gave way, to thick woods of Periyar Tiger Reserve!
Here Madhu had to shift to 4WD, as it was a steep climb along a slippery track.<br />
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The climb, tearing the mist veil, ended at the doorsteps of Venniar Forest
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It was 6 in the
evening. About eleven hours of journey from a Kerala to a different Kerala, and
folks, it was a day indeed. And that cold night at Venniar Forest Station
dawned to another remarkable day, on which, I will get back to you soon. </div>
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In my
explorations all these years, I've myself noticed remains of establishments
deep inside thick woods, like dolmens in interior Palani hills, Mural work on
rocky walls of caves inside Marayur sandal reserve, ruins inside Shenduruni
wild life sanctuary etc. The jungle shrine of Aaluvamkudi would have been one
such. The discovery is credited to a poacher of earlier century, who was up a
tree, near a pond, deep in the woods, waiting for game.<br />
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He is said to be
objected by a celestial voice, as he was about to open a fire, following which
he inspected the premises and found the ruins of this shrine. It was later
renovated and now controlled visit is permitted by the Forest department.</div>
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The sector
falls under the Vadasserikkara range of Pathanamthitta district and not- that-
bad- a track, leads up to Gurunathan Mannu, about 30 km from Vadasserikkara.
There is a forest station here and normally entry is restricted beyond the station.
The track from Gurunathanmannu to Aluvaamkudi is about 6km and is to be done on
foot or on a Four Wheel drive vehicle and the mud track would be treacherous,
in rainy season. We reached Vadasserikkara Forest IB, by dusk and the staff in
charge, arranged a Jeep, for the next day’s venture. It rained all night and we
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The
Jeep was at our doorstep by 5.30 AM and we set out in no time. It was a
pleasant morning and there was no sign of a shower, until we reached
Gurunathanmannu. Mr.Chandran, a forest watcher, who was assigned to accompany
us, joined from Gurunathanmannu and as we entered the woods, it started
drizzling.<br />
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Track up to Aaluvaamkudi was a smooth one, for our vehicle and it
took about half an hour, to reach the shrine. The structure, though a new
one, was amazingly beautiful and stood perfectly in match, with the pristine
surroundings.<br />
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It was located amidst a tiny patch of grassland, with the serene
pool, in our early story, close to it, on the other side of the track. There wasn't a trench or even fencing around, to guard the shrine from pachyderms,
whose presence in the sector was evident, from the premises. May be the Lord –
the idol is Mahadevar – knows how to take care of him.<br />
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It was also learned that
the temple is accessible from Konni via Thekkuthode, by means of a jungle path
which connects Thekkuthode and Aluvankudi. Large stone blocks, probably the
ruins of the original structure, were found scattered in the premises, which
had carvings on it. Hope, a study on it shall throw some light on the history
and age of the era.</div>
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The
shower acquired might by then and we left the shrine, for a deeper destination
– Paakkalar. It’s a jungle rivulet, originating up in the Ghats and eventually
joining river Pampa, near Vadasserikkara. The flow under goes some interesting
twists and plunges, nearly the midway, and that was our aim. It was about 8 km,
further deep into the woods, and the wet track really posed problems to our
vehicle, though our chauffeur could manage it pretty well.<br />
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Thus skidding and
jerking, got to the flow, in about another hour. Couldn't resist drinking
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Followed the flow, on foot, Chandran leading,
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The beauty of the
sector was unexplainable, with the rivulet piercing the greenery, turning milky
at plunges, struggling and surviving the loving hugs of the rocky bed, and our bleeding
legs could gain no concern.<br />
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And to our surprise, all of a sudden, the rivulet
disappeared into the depth of a gorge. It was as if the flow vanished into
nowhere.<br />
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While trekking
back to the vehicle, went through my snaps, and the scroll ended with the
parting shot of the rivulet. At least here, I know its still there, though at a
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Just as the
vehicle stopped by the Forest Inspection Bungalow, what got into me was a well
audible gush. Just 50 meters from the IB, Cheenkanni Puzha was celebrating the
recent rains in the woods.<br />
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It was a pleasant evening, not for the slight
drizzle and we set out to join the celebration. The hanging bridge across the
river, though not a safe platform for a crowd, is the best place near the IB,
to capture the might of Cheenkanni Puzha. The entire evening was dedicated to
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After dinner, leaving the
ladies and the kids in the safety of the IB, Biju and I ventured out, roaming
the premises. Spotted a Sambar deer and a mouse deer on the way, who were happy
to pose for us, but the light condition wasn’t favorable for a shoot out. The
Forest Watcher with us, urged not to move far away, for fear of an elephant
herd, which was scared away by the farmers in the adjoining village – Aralam
Farm – the very evening, we reached. Got back to the IB by around 10 and the
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Aralam Wild
Life Sanctuary falls in the Kannur district of Kerala, within the Western Ghats
and share borders with the woods of Coorg District in Karnataka.<br />
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The nearest
town is Iritty, about 40 km to the east of Kannur town and it is another 20 km
from Iritty to the sanctuary. To the west lies, Aaralam Farm, run by Govt. of
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Woke up to a well
lit morning, with almost no clouds hovering above and got ready for the
expedition upstream, after a delicious break fast. Vehicle was ready by then
and we set out, by around 8 in the morning. Rains are always a worry for the
forest staff, as the jungle tracks often get blocked by fallen trees and
branches and we had a team along with us, who were on routine duty of clearing
tracks.<br />
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The destination was decided to be Meenmutti, where Cheenkani Puzha
suffers a deep plunge, close to its origin, near the Karnataka border of the
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The initial
stretch was very comfortable, as the track was even and we had so many
rivulets, singing across the track, and eventually strengthening Cheenkannipuzha
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Many of these musicians, plunged from heights, close to the track and it
was interesting to know that these falls are yet to be named.<br />
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Thus proceeded,
clearing occasional hurdles, as broken tree branches, until stopped by a big
tree itself, uprooted and lying across the track. And that would become our
destination, I thought; but that wasn’t the destiny.<br />
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To our surprise, our team
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see nothing, but the rhythm of the roar; such was the mist.<br />
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Lekshmanan lead us
through a slippery, narrow, leach infested – read it carpeted – track, by the
side of the flow, for about half a km and we got very close to the plunge.
Cutting through the mist, we could have a blurred vision of the milky flow,
down a steep rocky ridge.<br />
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Spent there about half an hour, in which Mother
Nature was kind enough to lift the misty veil, for a few seconds
intermittently, for us to have an exciting sight of the majesty. Those moments
were so precious, that I didn’t attempt a click but let my naked eyes have the
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Before leaving, by
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Umayar is
one among the three rivulets that originate deep in the Shenduruney Wild Life
Sanctuary, the only one of its kind in Kollam District, which meets the others
at the eastern edge of Thenmala Reservoir. The region around this confluence is
known after the Umayar River and the Forest department has a camp shed at this
serene peninsula. Umayar is accessible either by boat, traversing the entire
storage of the reservoir, or by trekking through the woods. We opted the trek
and thus we boarded the 4WD vehicle owned by Kunjettan, at Arayankavu Junction,
heading Rosemala, a small hamlet by the side of the reservoir, from where the
trek was to commence.<br />
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A forest watcher by name Joy, was assigned to guide us
and he joined us at the Forest Station at Rosemala. The trek path which was
initially wide, soon narrowed, as we crossed a brook and thereafter went along
the side of the reservoir, presenting us with scenic shots of the blue stock,
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Heard
branch cracks at the elevated woods to our left and I looked straight into his
eyes. Apart from that, only the lashing ears were visible, through the foliage.
Though I had my camera handy, didn’t try it, as disturbing the animal at a
higher elevation than me, with the entire reservoir in the opposite side, would
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Walked briskly, without even paying a second
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With occasional stops at brooks, to quench thirst, the trek
continued until the first rivulet of the threesome, appeared. Slipped down to
its rocky bed and had a wash up.<br />
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It was just another ten minutes walk to the
camp shed, which was a single room hut, with a spacious veranda and a small
kitchen. Unloaded the provision, we had carried along with, at the kitchen and
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After
tea went for a bath at the nearby rivulet, followed by a birding session, and
got back to the shelter, as light faded. By then another watcher, by name
Ajayan, joined us and took over the kitchen duty. The call of Long Eared
Nightjar was distinguishably audible in the wilder silence and Biju & I got
out with a torch. Could spot the bird and stood watching it until dinner was
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the premises, besides River Terns and Lapwings; but only the pea fowls conceded
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Breakfast was followed by a trek to Pattakkalam, close to
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It was a
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The
stretch from the river bank to Kallar, so strained and drained us that the
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-86331045075701260802012-12-24T17:14:00.006+05:302013-01-18T12:39:18.727+05:30Siruvani – The Life Line <span style="font-size: x-small;"> This is my 50th post in this blog and let me express my gratitude to all followers and well wishers who had been the pushing power, behind these notes, on my travel, all these years. Read ahead... </span><br />
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The mountain stretch of Western Ghats, bordering Tamil Nadu
and Palakkad district of Kerala, is believed to spring out the tastiest and
sweetest flow, which was planned to be tapped, early in the previous century,
to cater to the needs of the then tiny town of Coimbatore. The Siruvaani Mountain
– so is the stretch known – thus witnessed the construction of a dam in its
valley, blocking the Siruvany flow, to be diverted to the other side of the
hillock.<br />
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Before the dam, the Shiruvani flow was a mighty tributary of the
Bhavani River, which later joins the Cauvery. A road was also constructed
connecting Mannarkadu of Palghat District with Coimbatore, which runs past the
Shiruvaani sector so that the reservoir is accessible from both sides. The road
is still there in good shape, but traffic is strictly restricted for wildlife
concern and the region still remains a least disturbed stretch of evergreen
woods, with all flora and fauna endemic to the Western Ghats.<br />
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dam, located amidst the reservoir and we were at the Wildlife Warden’s office
at Mannarkadu, by 3 PM, in this context. While going through the formalities,
the officer in charge reminded us twice, that we are late and will have to
hurry, as to reach our destination before its dark. Got out soon, bought provisions
from the town, for the night and the following day, and headed along the
Palghat route. Deviated left at Edakkurissi, went past Palakkayam , left human
habitat and had the first stop at a Forest Check post. Normally visitor’s
vehicles are not permitted beyond this. The staff there had prior intimation on
our visit and didn’t have any hassles. The next stop was at Sinkapara Forest
station and the forester in charge of the station informed that two watchers
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He was very reluctant to give
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Despite the chill people were
reluctant to go in, as the view from the portico was simply amazing. The
Siruvani flow suffers a deep plunge in joining the water storage and the
bungalow is located to face Muthikulam falls – so is it known – with the dim
light magnifying its beauty and majesty.<br />
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The Paatiaar Bungalow is a big old building with two well appointed bed rooms, a
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the Bungalow, which presented astonishing sights, giving a restless hour to my
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After breakfast drove up to the state border and went ahead with the
inevitable part of such travels – a hike up the hillocks. Sugunan, the watcher
in charge of the check post, guided us to Keralamedu, a moderate hike from the
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the amazing beauty of the valley and the cool breeze won’t let one return that
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To the north of the mount lies the Coimbatore part of Tamil Nadu and the
filtering plant can be clearly spotted at the base, where the water tunneled across
the mountain is treated, before piping it to the town of Coimbatore.<br />
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south, presenting a panorama and to add to it, we had a lone Gaur grazing in
the adjacent hillock.<br />
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On return, paid a short visit to the intake well of the
tunnel and got back to the Bungalow by noon. As we expected, Reji and Krishnan
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greenery, I was wondering how this sector would have been a hundred years back
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woods was cleared to rehabilitate local tribe and later to accommodate Sri
Lankan refugees, in the eighties. The 250+ acres of the tea plantation is now owned
by Kerala Forest Development Corporation and it has a small, two bedroom
cottage, at the north - west edge of the plantation, bordering thick woods of Begur
range, which was our aim, while negotiating the steep and curvy Pakranthalam
pass, connecting Kuttiyadi of Calicut and Mananthavadi sector of Wayanad
district.<br />
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While I was busy with my lens,
capturing the greenery of the Ghats, my mobile went ringing and it was Jithesh,
the care taker of the cottage, informing that he had arranged a 4 wheel drive
vehicle to pick us and conveying in a sad tone that it was raining for the last
two days. The message – especially the last part – was welcoming on the
thoughts of a fine cocktail of silver shower lines, milky mist, evergreen woods
and of course the inevitable blood red leach punctures.<br />
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Though the track to Kampamala
was in a treacherous state, owing to recent rains, Hameed, an expert in the
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Assuring the return by 5 in the evening, for the climb to Muneeswaran hill,
Hameed left, as we sat for lunch. On Jithesh’s recommendation, we attempted a
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Though the trek was mild,
the track was slippery and our kids had a bad time in balancing themselves.
View from the top was mesmerizing, with thick misty woods stretching all
around, tiny village of Kaithakolli, in the valley and the towering Muneeswaran
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I left others, wandering, while Biju went on with some
tutorials on hillside photography, to Smitha – his better half, kids played
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cottage, to the hospitality of Jithesh, who was ready with steaming Black tea,
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Thus proceeding ‘Hop in Hop Off’, reached the sanctum, before light faded. Unfortunately
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temple with idols of Siva - as the Muneeswara -
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placed, with a tin shed by the side, came to know that it would soon be
developed with permanent buildings and even a website has been hoisted to pace
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tiny jungle side village of Makkimala, which boasted of a Lower Primary School and
a ‘Super Market’ in just 100 square feet, where we went in to shop candles, as
our night stay wasn’t electrified.<br />
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There is a grass hill at an elevation of
4300ft above MSL, locally named ‘Valiyakunnu’, which can be hiked from here, if
weather favors. It was dusk by then and we got back to the chill of the cottage,
where Jithesh and his assistant were ready with a tasty dinner, which was
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pain, to summon Hameed, for our return. The hillside of Kampamala has enough
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The peak of Vandaravu aka Bandaravu locally known as Bandar,
falls on Kerala Tamilnadu border, on the erstwhile escapade route connecting
Munnar Top Station and Berijam near Kodaikanal. While on an earlier visit to Paampadumchola,
this particular board caught my attention which read “Highest road south of
Himalayas”, and it was a wonder info for me, as it was in Kerala. Further
enquiry revealed that the road was once motorable, but deprived of traffic
since early 90s, for wild life concern.<br />
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The journey,
with an aim that high, started as early as on 3 AM and reached Pampaadumchola
checkpost, near Top Station, by noon. As the trek was scheduled for the next
morning, thought of some rest and occupied the log house maintained by the
Forest dept., well inside Paampaadumchola national park. Pampadumshola itself is
worth a visit and a night stay at the log house, aptly located at a misty hill
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Thickly weeded marshy sector just
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The evening at Paampadumshola was spent in search of a bird -
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Prepared rice porridge for
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As the trek was
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beautiful villages of Vattavada and Koviloor, which falls the northern border
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The morning light played magic on the greenery
of carrot and potato fields and the beauty is something beyond description. Had
a quick break fast – previous night’s left over – and got geared for the trek.</div>
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The road from Berijam to Top station is
believed to have been built as early as on 1925, but wasn’t of much use for
long. British had their army camps at Berijam, close to Kodaikanal, in early
1900s itself. Japanese invasion was suspected, during the Second World War in
1942, and the need for a track to evacuate British soldiers from Berijam,
arose. As there was proper road from Top station to Cochin Port, from where an
escape is easy, this track was rebuilt, to connect Berijam camp with Top
station, and named it ‘The Escape Road’, aptly. After the war, the road
continued to be in use, without proper maintenance, till 1990, and was deprived
of vehicular traffic there after. Vandaravu is the most elevated part of the track,
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Weather wasn’t
favorable and it rained almost along the entire 13 km trek from Pampadumchola
to Vandaravu. The initial part went along lesser gradient and the trek was
easy, if not for the abundance of leach species, enjoying the best part of the
year. The tarmac was still there, though over growth had thinned the lane. In
half an hour we were at a position exactly above our night stay and could spot
the log house, in the valley. Half a km hike, further, the beautiful villages
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The good old milestone by the track side read it is 33 miles to
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At the fifteenth or so hairpin curve along the track, the peak of
Vandaravu, came into sight. The high altitude grass land under the thin veil of
mist, was a sight indeed and people brought out their cameras, daring the
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A bison appeared from the adjoining woods, roamed
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ahead, where the track crosses to Tamil Nadu, was irresistible, and the
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It was half past three then and as we were
walking back to the wireless station, doubt arose whether we had enough time to
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com12Berijam-Bander Kerala Border Trail, Tamil Nadu, India10.156801501146072 77.31628417968759.9066220011460722 77.0004271796875 10.406981001146072 77.6321411796875tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-64136888020810553222012-08-04T14:55:00.000+05:302013-01-18T12:46:45.870+05:30Agasthyarkoodam – The Journey was the aim<br />
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Agasthyaarkoodam wasn’t new to us, but the
option truly odd. I remember it was raining heavily, even while our plot for
the crazy trek was under incubation. We were sure that the authorities would
turn down our request, owing to the extreme climate conditions and hence
planned a multi headed approach, with all the resources we had in the dept. And
finally, at the outbreak of two sunny days at a stretch, we were permitted to
hike. Thus five of us presented ourselves at the Bonaccord picket post, with
all anxieties and fears suppressed, on a pleasant morning, with the sun shining
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We were allotted a three member team, to guide and assist,
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A ‘warm’
welcome from leach brigade was well expected, and we weren’t annoyed, but hard
set to fight. Couldn’t defend much longer, and I found many among us turning
‘Mahatmas’, preaching ‘Ahimsa’, to our opponents’ delight. The initial stretch
didn’t pose much difficulty and could reach up to the tender flow of Karamana
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Crossed the flow and the walk went leisurely, as the
sector was dry comparatively, with less disturbance from the sucker folk. Thus
it took another hour for the Vazhapeendi river to be audible. Flows were pretty
rich, indicating recent down pours, but the day was sunny and hot, as if to
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lunch break. Dry chapattis and pickle made a good combo, of course with added
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Post lunch session commenced in half an hour,
along the beautiful patch of grass hillocks of the Bharathappuli sector and the
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got stuck amidst such a climb, and would have slipped to the bottom, if help,
as a chain of my friends, wouldn’t have arrived in time. Despite this torture
and agony, it’s worth a mention that a flower of beauty or a piece of action
wasn’t deprived of a camera exposure, recording it to keep us thrilled for
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Thus by half past twelve, we were at the
abode of the healer sage ‘Agasthya’, with no wounds to be healed. The idol of
the ‘dwarf sage’, stood ruling the world beneath, within the canopy resisting
the howling wind, all soaked in offerings of pilgrims, who climb up to this
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I would like to
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description, if not for the sighting of a rear bird – The Forest Eagle Owl –
and the fall I had from a height, while trying for a better shot of the bird,
sustaining minor injuries.</div>
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Though Paalkulamedu
was in the hit list for long, couldn’t reach up to it in earlier ventures to
Cheruthoni. This time I was determined, despite deterrents, as Arun, a native
of Chelachuvadu, the base of the hillock, offered necessary support. Left Govt. Guest House at Cheruthoni, early morning, and drove along Cheruthoni Ernakulam route. On
reaching Chelachuvadu, met Subin, an experienced driver in the terrain, who
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just eight in a misty morning, as we boarded Subin’s 4WD vehicle. Deviated from
Cheruthoni – Ernakulam road at Churuli and the initial stretch went through
plantations. Ten minutes later, the road appeared to end in front of a mud wall
and only on drawing close, another narrow track at about 120 degree, got into
view. Subin had to shift to the reverse gear twice, to get the vehicle on the
track and this went routine, in almost all the hairpin curves ahead. The track was just a green carpet many places, indicating the lower frequency of vehicle traffic in this sector<br />
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we had our six month old traveler – Nandu – with us and he seemed to enjoy the
4WD experience, as he started singing in his own language. By then the greenery
embraced, lifting us to a totally new world – call it heaven. As usual, opted to walk at places where Jeep was sure to trail.<br />
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The ambience was
so majestic and magical, that it never came into our thoughts, that it was
still summer in our planes. Subin guided us into a wooded patch, at the midst
of which there was a spring, with ice cold water gushing out and it never
exhausts – we were told.<br />
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On the other side of the patch, we could have a better
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On spotting dung scattered around, Subin told us about a Tusker in the region,
who is reported to be friendly with human. Though we could sense his presence,
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It was then, another distant
grass hillock attracted my attention and got to know that its 'Muyalpaara', named
before the abundance of hare in that region. My doubtful gesture ‘Shall we?’
was retorted with a loud ‘Why not?’, and we were back on the jeep, cruising
ahead for Muyalpaara. Two turns ahead, the track condition forced us to insist
a return, but Subin was determined. We, the helpless folk, had no other choice
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By then we grew confidence
on our chauffeur and people started enjoying the drive. Subin had to leave the vehicle, twice, to clear off rocks from the path, brought <span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">along the flow </span><span style="background-color: white;">from the upper hill. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> At the last stretch, there wasn't even a track and the jeep went climbing the rocky terrain, on assumed
paths. It came to a halt atop a huge flat rock, and the view around was
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Aerial view of the village of ‘Mulakuvalli’, in the valley and never ending stretch of
thick woods was what visible. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Hare droppings were found abundantly scattered enforcing the name evidently. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Roamed around enjoying the views and wild berries, till noon and it
was time to return to earth. Now we knew Subin – no worries – and enjoyed the
heaven to earth journey, landing safely at Chelachuvadu, in another hour. Another dream destination has been conquered, with the bonus of Muyalpara, for which I am grateful to Subin. </span></div>
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-73068307858213061952012-06-30T14:08:00.003+05:302013-02-07T20:46:47.012+05:30Kizhukaanam – The Hamlet in Harmony<b><span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://wikimapia.org/#lat=9.7598761&lon=76.9865116&z=13&l=0&m=b" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Locate</span></a></span></b><br />
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It was
Sajeevan, a native of Kattappana in Idukki, who proposed Kizhukaanam to us,
while we were desperately searching for yet another less crowded destination. A
brief description from him, who used to drive a service bus to this destination
earlier, was sufficient to incline us with out a second thought. As usual two
families – Sunils & mine – set out in my Verito, in the heavily raining
morning of 30<sup>th</sup> April 2012.<br />
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Apart from regular travelers, we had a
new member for this exploration – Nandu – who had just turned six months, on
his debut adventure. Reached Peerumedu Govt. Guest house by noon, and settled
there, deciding to continue with the expedition, next morning. Chose
Parunthumpara to spent the evening, but mist stole the show. </div>
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along Kuttikkaanam - Kattappana road, picked Sajeevan near Kattappana, returned
through the same track, took a right deviation at Parappu and another steep
climb of about 8 kms, through Upputhara, to reach up to the small junction of
Valakode. The track to Kizhukaanam, there after, may not favor a car and thus
we got introduced to Babu of Kizhukanam, who is a jeep driver there. After a
tasty lunch from ‘Hotel Akshay’ , the small eatery of the junction, boarded
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<span style="background-color: white;"> The
hamlet of Kizhukaanam is surrounded by the woods of Idukki Wild life sanctuary and
water storage of Idukki reservoir. The connection to the outer world is through
private bus services, from Kattappana, though not that frequent. The earlier inhabitants
of the place belong to Oorali and Ulladan tribes, who were relocated while the Idukki
dam was constructed. Later, migrants from other parts joined them and now the
population is a mixture. Livelihood being agriculture, inhabitants are not that
happy on the visit of wild folk – mainly elephants and boars – to their farms.
Still, all these years of co existence had taught them how to be in harmony and
thus casualties from conflicts are seldom reported.</span></div>
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The track to
Kizhukanam, after the initial stretch, is just a mud road, which proved right,
our decision to opt the jeep. Buses from
Kattappana ply four times a day, which is the normal mode of connectivity
between Kizhukaanam and the outer world. <br />
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A left deviation, from the main track connecting
Valakode and Kizhukaanam, and a steep climb, that only a 4WD can do, for about
two kms , through Kollathikaavu, ended at ‘Chokkan’. Though strangely named,
the beauty of elevated grass lands, which gently flows down to the dead end of
the water storage of the reservoir, may not let one return that soon.<br />
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Left the
kids wandering with Sajeevan, and chose a flat rock, to settle down and capture
the scenery. Geographically Chockan is southern end of the peninsula, formed in
the midst of the reservoir. Babu knew that we may not return, if not reminded
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Thus we went past Kizhukanam junction, which
hosts a ration shop and a small store, and drove up to the tribal school at
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The building, beautifully tucked in the valley of towering grass
hillocks, would never deter a blooming mind and I would have loved learning, in
such premises.<br />
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Continued the drive, along the border lines, separating the
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The grazing
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its thick green cover and kids may hesitate to return, if you let them free. And
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And after all
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even for a dip. And Kizhukaanam offers that too – Kallattupaara falls.<br />
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Rightly
located, just about 100 metres, from the return track, the beauty may go
unnoticed, as thick foliage hides it away, from an unaware visitor. After the
plunge, the gentle flow crosses the track, and joins the green fields – a view,
no camera shall miss.<br />
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The last bus to Kizhukanam, then passed through the
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filling his cute little eyes with such amazing wonders of nature, before the
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info that the stretch is named Thooval Mala. This mountain range draws the
border line between Tamil Nadu and Kerala, with thickly wooded valleys and
plays the mother role of many a stream, which flow down either sides,
benefitting TN and Kerala. Though part of Kerala, better access to the sector
is through Senkotta of TN, if not for the jungle track through Mullumala, near
Punalur. And it is believed that there was a bridle path, through this heavily
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pleasant morning. While gearing for the trek, the lone guard at the post shared
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Lonely Bison by the wayside, presented the parting shot and oranges of Anamada sweetened the experience further… <br />
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Paithal Mala aka Vaithal Mala, the abode of rolling meadows, is an upcoming destination, lying 60 kms north-east of Kannur town and can be reached through Thaliparamba, Kudiyanmala and Pottanplavu. It’s roughly a three hour drive from Kannur town, at moderate speed, and the hill station is sure not to let you down.</div>
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It was almost dusk, as we drove into the parking zone of ‘Mist Valley’, the lone functioning resort, in the valley of Paithal hills. Occupied our rooms and were presented with the premier show of the meadows ahead, from our Balcony. Stood there a while, not even bothering a fresh up after the long drive, as the light was to fade soon.</div>
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The trek path soon entered woods, mildly leach infested and had occasional glimpse of the grass hill ahead through the clearance between the hills. </div>
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The hike was moderate and the woods cleared to meadows in one hour.The vastness of greenery stretching ahead, fold by fold, bordered by woods, was a soothing sight and we sat for snacks to build ourselves, for the next part through the meadow.<br />
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Forgot to mention – aim is the watch tower, at the peak of the meadow and a view point further ahead, if energy level permit. In fact the watch tower is visible at a distance, once you clear the woods, and the stroll through the meadow is with the aim in your sight.Left the kids free of bounds, and they ran ahead, on the green ground of no limits. </div>
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-4201523685265914942012-04-12T13:14:00.004+05:302013-01-18T12:54:09.052+05:30Kukkal Chinnar Episode - 4<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: blue;">Manjampatti to Chinnar </span><span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/01/kukkal-chinnar-episode-1.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 1</span></a> <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-2.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 2</span></a> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-3.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 3</span></a></span></span></i></b></span></div>
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<i style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> </i>Disturbed
sleep came to an end by 5 in the morning. Crystal clear flow along the canal,
by the side of our night stay, was a boon in all sense and we were ready for
the last lap of the expedition, by around 8 AM.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></b>Had news on a tusker frequenting
this sector and the walk was a bit cautious. There weren't much events, as the
track was clear, apart from occasional stops for Biju to capture a bird or two
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></b>As summer was in its peak, wayside
water sources were all dry and we fearfully noticed the rapid drain of our
storage. But Gireesh was found confident on the proximity of a tribal
settlement at 'Talanji', where we shall have a refill. It was just as we sucked
off the last drop, Gireesh spotted the hamlet at a distance.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b> </b><b> </b></i></span>Though the walk went brisker,
it took half an hour for us to reach the spot and by then I had a badly
dried throat.<br />
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Amaravathi, which flows near by and the previous day's untimely rain in the
hills had rendered it a muddy reddish tone. Necessity forced me to gulp it down
and I had to pay for it, later in the day. </span><br />
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and a tribal boy agreed to fell a few tender ones for us. That was a heavenly
gesture, which i believe, had enabled us to live up to the aim. Left 'Thalanji'
under the torching sun and we had 5+ kms more, to our destination. The next
water source, as Gireesh and the Thalanji people assured us, was 'Athiyoda', a
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Proceeded with occasional breaks under the shadow of
not-that-frequent big trees, as we feared sun stroke. Just after one such
break, noticed a herd of spotted dear, running frantic. Reason for the panic
was a pack of Dhole (wild dog), at close quarters. We fell in between and the
pack aborted the hunt and dispersed. We had saved a life but deprived others
their food- equally good as bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></b>Sun was squeezing our moisture out
and the lone hope was on 'Athiyoda', assumed to be very close by then. Two more
turnings and we were there. Desperate is a word too mean for such an occasion,
for we had just the trace of a stream, burnt sand surfacing.<br />
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spoke for the next two kms or so, for fear of dehydration, until the Pambar
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I had never longed for water like that, in my life,
and I drank up to my nose, aware that the flow had just left the town of
Marayur. Had a thorough wash up, crossed the flow and walked up to Marayur -
Chinnar road, where a car waited, to take us to Marayur. Had lunch from Marayur
at 4 PM and left for Munnar to catch the night bus to Trivandrum, leaving
Girish at Marayur for his journey back - of course along tarmac. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span>Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-63968105799896843452012-02-19T22:25:00.003+05:302013-01-18T12:55:35.797+05:30Kukkal Chinnar Episode - 3<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Day 3 - The Manjampatti Chapter </span></i></b><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/01/kukkal-chinnar-episode-1.html" target="_blank">Day 1</a><span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-2.html" target="_blank">Day2</a><span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/04/kukkal-chinnar-episode-4.html" target="_blank">Day 4</a><br />
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The 'day' dawned at 'night'. Woke up by around 3 AM to the amazing sight of an untimely breakfast. It was Pramod behind the plate, with yester night's left over. Laughed out loud, awakening others, who joined suit. Though Pramod finished it off, unshaken, much more was in stock, for the hours to follow, to keep us grinning, for days to follow. Just laid in our 'beds', chatting, till the sun was up and packed up soon, for the day long trek to Manjampatti valley.<br />
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Initial part of the trek, along the base of 'Periya Mudiyan' and 'Chinna Mudiyan' mounts, was treacherous as the undergrowth to be negotiated was thorny, leaving the lower limbs scribbled over in red. The difficult stretch lasted for about an hour and we were in an open region, just below the above mentioned mounts.<br />
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The trek then went through a patch of woods with the abundance of 'Kadukka' (Myrobalan) trees and we sat by the side one such, for a break. Had some snacks, drank enough and resumed the trek.<br />
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By then we could have distant view of Keelanavayal settlement in the south east direction, by the side of a towering mount.<br />
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Flying folk including a Nightjar, kept Biju busy, while we had a leisurely stroll. By then the valley came into view, with dark clouds hovering over, warning an imminent shower.<br />
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Alex played the role of the host fine, and the meals he had for us was truly delicious, after the tedious walk. Sat chatting with the villagers, after the meals, till light faded. And it was funny to hear that each morning Alex ran about in the village, to hook up his students, before they got into the woods for collection.<br />
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Retired to the shed, after dinner with Alex and friends and went into bedrolls, beneath the black board, early. But night 3 wasn't that smooth, though under safe roofs, as whistling thrush (Choolakkaakka) started cooing around, all the night.....<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/01/kukkal-chinnar-episode-1.html" target="_blank">Day 1</a> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-2.html" target="_blank">Day2</a> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/04/kukkal-chinnar-episode-4.html" target="_blank">Day 4</a></span><br />
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Day 2 started with exploring the Guest house and premises. While Biju was busy with his camera, Girish took us for a stroll.<br />
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Twenty minutes down the terrain, got to the bank of Kuthirayaar, which borders the property. Few more careful steps along the bank took us to the edge from where the river plunges deep into the ravine.<br />
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Though the falls presented a refreshing sight, the towering hillocks on the other side wasn’t a soothing one, as atop it, is our cave to end the day’s walk.<br />
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Passed Ravi’s dwelling, accepted his wishes, crossed Kuthirayaar and started the climb.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/01/kukkal-chinnar-episode-1.html" target="_blank">Day 1</a> <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-3.html" target="_blank">Day 3</a> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/04/kukkal-chinnar-episode-4.html" target="_blank">Day 4</a></span></span></div>
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Shinuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010844645177950710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978886445669673608.post-66167614936643261592012-01-14T14:48:00.014+05:302013-01-18T12:58:31.667+05:30The Kukkal - Chinnar Episode - 1<b>It was Raj on the other side..</b>...<br />
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......of a mail I received on a pleasant day of early March 2011. It was an invitation from an NRI, a valued follower of my blog, a nature enthu, a serious planter and all the more a person of passion in conservation. It was about a neatly planned, 4 day long trek, from Kukkal village, some 35 km from Kodaikanal, to Chinnar, near Marayur of Kerala. Didn't have a second thought on acceptance, and thus Girish, one among the Managers of Raj's properties, found the threesome - Pramod, Biju and the blogger- near Kodaikanal bus stand, waiting for him.<br />
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He had arranged a vehicle up to Kukkal village and the drive across potholes ended at the village, at about 3.30 PM on 14th April 2011. Day one was to end at the Guest house of Raj's estate in the Kukkal valley, to which, fortunately, there is no road.<br />
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While Biju went following a pair of Pied Bush Chat, the rest focused on a distant silver line of a falls, in the Kuthirayaar river, which we were to cross soon.<br />
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The trek went smooth and cool as there were no ups but all downs.<br />
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Little further, the entire valley appeared beneath us and a part of the 400 plus acres property, went visible, bordered by woods and we assured ourselves of yet another memorable experience ahead.<br />
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Just as we crossed the Kuthirayaar flow, there was a dramatic climate change and the sun disappeared behind clouds. Gireesh announced an imminent down pour and the walk went brisker. Just about 100 metres from the first building in the estate, cloud broke, and we could just ram into the shelter before it went cats and dogs. It happened to be the dwelling of Mr. Ravi who manages this particular property and we enjoyed his hospitality till the rain subsided.<br />
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By then it was dark and we had half a kilometer ahead, for the Guest house. Ravi arranged two three helpers for us, and the delegation moved on, equipped with torches. Crossing occasional flows, watching and listening for wild friends - though none came visiting - the trail ended at the building, in half an hour.<br />
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And folk, we didn't expect in our wildest dreams, an amenity of that luxury, amidst least explored woods, accessible only on foot or horseback. Brilliantly located on a hill top, the view from the corridor extended up to the town of Udumalpet, which appeared as big as my palm, decorated with yellow spots.<br />
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Couldn't resist the chill for long, and luckily dinner was ready by then. Though filled bellies encouraged hanging eyelids, sat for a while, discussing on the preparations for the day to follow, as it is the toughest of all, for its just ups and no downs, and no Guest house awaits us at the end, but a cave, some where in the depths of the jungle...... <span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-2.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 2</span></a></span><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.com/2012/02/kukkal-chinnar-episode-3.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 3</span></a> <a href="http://sshinu.blogspot.in/2012/04/kukkal-chinnar-episode-4.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Day 4</span></a></span><br />
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This was yet another venture, which was planned many times and dropped at the final moment for various reasons. Mostly it was the reluctance from the fisher folk, in taking freshers to uneasy waters, which retarded the project. On 16th May 2011, while proceeding to Ernakulam, in Himasagar Express, with all thrilling expectations of the expedition, which was to take off by early next morning, from Munambam harbor, my mobile went ringing. It was Sinesh at the other end, the coordinator of the program, with the news that the boat which was to accommodate us, had an engine problem, in deep sea, and it won't reach back in time, for the next day's trip and hence the program is being postponed to 19th. Heavy hearted, cursing myself, alighted at Kottayam railway station, caught a bus and reached back Trivandrum by 2 AM. My wife, at the door, wore a teasing smile and I announced it to her face, that I will make it soon, though least confident.<br />
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On 19th boarded the same train and switched off my mobile. On reaching Ernakulam, found Sinesh, waiting with his car, and relaxed - things are smooth so far. Went to Sinesh's house, had bath and dinner and sat chatting till 1 AM. Got ready, picked Harilal from CUSAT and drove towards Munambam. Took a left turn at Munambam Kavala and cruised along the deserted road, looking out for Suresh and finally found him at a dark corner, waiting for us all alone.<br />
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This man, with whom Sinesh has struck up an acquaintance on official grounds, was the one behind this venture and he was to take us for the sail, in the boat he worked. Knocked at Simon's door around 2.30 in the morning, and together we walked to the shore of the canal, where the boat was 'anchored' - tied to the shore. Simon was the steersman - locally 'Sraank' - and we waited while he went on with the pre-start check. It was a small vessel, with an on board engine, capable of accommodating around ten, sparing space for storage and steer controls. Two more workers arrived within half an hour, and the team of 7 whisked through the canal to Munambam harbor.<br />
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Stocked fresh water from the harbor and steered the tiny thing, through the calm water, to a different one just ahead. Entering the sea was a memorable experience and I remember Simon asking us to hold tight and not to panic. The tiny thing was thrown up, to be dropped back, by frequent tides and the sailors on debut, weren't that comfortable. The heavy ones subsided gradually or were that we got used to it - not known. Moving inside the vessel wasn't easy for us, for fear of being thrown out and we amazingly watched how the regulars did it with an ease.<br />
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The vast sea in the darkness, over which umpteen vessels sail around, with their lanterns lit, was a sight indeed. Watching the lights, we could make out that the vessels were moving away from each other and within a short while, we were all alone. As the workers prepared for the net release, we realised that we were in the depth. It was still darkness around and couldn't make out, how the surroundings looked.<br />
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The net was fully released and the workers sat down to relax. The engine was on full swing, pushing the boat ahead, pulling along the fully spread net, beneath the water - Trawling.<br />
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And that was another sight indeed - the majesty of an ocean revealing.<br />
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We were 7 in the vessel, and apart from that, all that remained in the world was just water, water and water. Total isolation is some thing to be experienced and not to be described and hence I refrain.<br />
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By 7 in the morning, the crew got ready to pull out their luck and we watched anxiously. It wasn't a grand catch for them, but was an amazing one for us. Releasing the net back we sat for the sort. Our friends were generous enough, to reserve the best of the catch, for our meals and moved the remaining, to the storage.<br />
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Kannur district of Kerala is famous for its beautiful beaches. But this one is nothing about the beaches but the hills. As most districts of Kerala do, Kannur too has its own share of the Western ghats, where Kanjirakolli is the dead end. </div>
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Though Kanjirakolly is a low profile destination, the beauty and the potential it hides, should thrill an explorer. Lying about 70 km to the east of Kannur town, this tiny village can either be approached via Thaliparambu or through Iritty. We took the Thaliparamba option, as the roads were in a comparatively better shape. It took less than three hours for a WagonR, to reach up to Kanjirakolli from Kannur town, drove at moderate speed.</div>
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The small village is inhabited mostly by migrants from Central Kerala, who came over to the wooded valley, in the sixties apart from a small tribal population belonging to Kurichya and Karimpalar community. Agriculture is the major source of income, for this nature blessed valley, and a traveler shall not expect any kind of amenities, a tourist spot can offer. If you intend to spend a night over there – most recommended – the only option is a small and neat house, maintained by Thankachan, near his farm, located at the elevated region of the village. <br />
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The three bed room house, with thickly wooded mounts at the backdrop, facing Thankachan’s farm, shall be availed for Rs.1000 per day, and it is value for money. </div>
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We reached the place by around noon and had the privilege of experiencing the culinary expertise of our host’s wife Mercy, as a welcome gesture. Once again, this is the only option to dine, and I assert that she is blessed, be it veg or non veg delicacies, for the taste still lingers. In fact we even had a dish made of some wild leaves, collected from the woods bordering his farm.<br />
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The pocket valley is bordered by thick woods of Coorg District of Karnataka, to further east, and we attempted a jeep safari into our neighboring state.<br />
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We couldn’t intrude much deep, as the track condition was pathetic, not being used for long. Got out of the jeep and had a small trek along the track, which reported to be, leads to ‘Kallu Malika’, a natural cave, which can easily accommodate more than 200 people.<br />
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This wonder cave is about 8 km trek from the stay and can be done in a day, of course with permission from Karnataka Forest authorities.</div>
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‘Sasipara’, a sought after view point, is just a twenty minute climb from the stay, and the view of the wooded mounts of Coorg, topped by green meadows, is a sight indeed.<br />
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The peak of ‘Thadiyantemol’, popular among trekkers, appears so close, posing an invitation. Look beneath and you will wonder how tiny, the village of Kanjirakkolli is. <br />
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Penetrate the undergrowth 100m to the north and hold on to the trees, if not to fly off down the ravine. Be very careful if you attempt this, as the place is bit dangerous.<br />
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A tiny, but cute falls, by name ‘Aanathetti Chattam’, close to the stay, would certainly wash away all the pains of the day.<br />
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Fish pickle served by our host, stole the dinner show and a barking deer, some where in the back yard, kept us awake, late into the night.</div>
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Early risers can afford a morning walk, as we did, trying the wooded hillock that borders our host’s farm and have a bird’s view of the night stay, lit up by the rising sun.<br />
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Climbed down to raid over local cuisine and the next thing up was ‘Hanuman Para’.<br />
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Hanuman Para is a rocky region at a higher elevation, without vehicle access. A jeep can take you up to the foothill, from where one to two hour trek, through the woods, will present you with a high altitude view of the village, much above from what Sasipara offers.<br />
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Certain other attractions like ‘Kaimuttipara’ and ‘Maramthangipara’, along the trek path, are sure to amaze you and compel you to have breaks. </div>
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Climb down Hanumanpara, along the west, to a scattered rocky structure resembling a cave, by name ‘Malikapara’. From here you shall either trek further down to Kaanjirakolli junction or to the Farm stay, through Sasipara.</div>
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Another hearty meal and Thankachan waved us off. Half way to Kaanjirakolly Junction, leave your vehicle, and trek along the track to the left, for little less than a km, to be at the base of Alakapuri Falls, which is not to be missed, if nature enthuse you.</div>
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From Kaanjirakkolli junction a drive for less than a km to the west, shall take you to ‘Chittari’, where the flow you followed from the falls, meet Udumba River from the hills of Coorg. The confluence is serene and majestic, which is thereafter, the famous Valapattanam River. </div>
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The wonder list is not exhaustive, for you could even trek to Virajpet, in less than a day, as pilgrims from Coorg do, once in a year, to attend a local temple festival. Much more is hidden than what is explored. Go ahead; reveal the mysteries and the myths. </div>
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