Saturday, November 30, 2024

Bhawanipatna -> Debrigarh (30.11.24)

Today we were going to Debrigarh. Never heard of the place? Geographically, it is close to Hirakud Dam, which is again close to Sambalpur, a town in Orissa on the Mumbai-Kolkata highway. But our interest was not just in its lat and long. Debrigarh has a Wildlife Sanctuary, and that has accommodations inside, called D Nature Park (by D I meant Debrigarh, the abbreviation saved some space, I hope).

Being about 250 km from Bhawanipatna, we left at 7.15 am and hoped to reach D by lunchtime. All the meals were included in the tariff, because they felt that guests would not like to travel 10 km to a restaurant, even if a Michelin Star, and Swiggy might charge too much hazard pay. Therefore, we could not miss the free lunch. 

Our travel today was mostly on NHs -NH26  and NH53, which was a relief after yesterday's off-roading. GPS still played the hanky by yanking me through a plurality of rurality in the last 50 kms. Since we were approaching the sanctuary from the south, and not the east, ie not from the more popular Sambalpur side, we were awarded the more scenic but less tarmacked route. It had been cloudy throughout, and as we hit the off-roads, it started drizzling . The village roads soon became a red gooey mess. The Punch stoically waded through, till the last approach along the Hirakud reservoir brought us back to civilisation.

We did have a couple of small stops on the way.

Breakfast at Saintala (9.00 am)
When we leave early, breakfast, that all-important omen of how the day will unfold, is usually from a roadside stall selling idlis and dosas. It's not that we chose Saintala today; rather, it chose us. This was the first active foodstall that we could find. Lovely vadas with standard idlis.

Sailashree Palace at Balangir (10.00 am)
Balangir is a decent-sized town on the way (same pop as Puri), which was further vindicated by them sporting a full-fledged palace. King Rajendra Narayan Singh, a 'king of the district', which probably meant local overlord, built this palace. The gate was half open, so we parked our car outside and walked inside. The structure was still solid and pretty impressive, but signs of neglect were evident. The gardens were overgrown. The doors were boarded up. Very likely that none of the royal lineage lived here now, although the servant quarters at the back seemed to have been used as party offices of the Patnaik clan. The palace might do pretty well as a heritage hotel, I thought. Who knows - it might be on the verge of being sold.

Debrigarh Nature Camp (1.30 pm)
Reaching the wildlife sanctuary was an expedition, as mentioned earlier, what with the drizzles and the stepmotherly treatment our GPS was dishing out to us. We were worried about the drizzle. Luckily, we had booked no safaris, but still, the animals that we hoped would wander around our huts - snorting, scuffing the ground, or snarling as the case may be - might decide to snuggle under the covers and roast marshmallows instead.
We made our entries at the sanctuary gate and drove for 5 km inside the jungle to reach our nature camp. The sanctuary reportedly has tigers, sloth bear, leopards, chitals, gaurs, sambars, spotted deer, chowsinghas, bisons, neelgais, hyenas... and now a couple of Rays.
As usual, the drive in the wet forest was a lovely experience - so many new smells and sounds, some happy, some sinister. The camp had cottages and a block of rooms called the "Bison Block", named on the same principles of Buffalo Bill, I suppose, viz. the animal in question would be found around the Block/Bill in large numbers. While wart hogs and deer were wandering aplenty, the bison is still biding his time.
We checked in and scooted for lunch through the misty rain. The seats near the open view of the lake/reservoir were quite soppy, so we took our plates and hogged with alacrity.
The cyclone that was wreaking havoc in Chennai has spun off a bunch of bad weather here, putting paid to the free boat ride on the huge reservoir, as well as the spectacular sunset that was usually complementary. The weather was quite chilly, 18 degC with appropriate wind chill factor. The tea, pakoras and jhaal muri at the eating area were very apt for the weather. We met a group of super-seventy travellers who were enjoying to the brim, notwithstanding aches and pains. "Build memories babba", said a smiling lady. "They are the only things that remain".
Sitting on the cane chairs on the verandah, we listened to the rustles in the darkness. They don't use floodlights here. I was told that initially there were only four cottages here. Visitors were sort of escorted into them and told not to go out alone, since the place had no protective fences and the animals were free to roam all around. THAT would have been some experience!

We walked down later for dinner, with some added protective clothing. 
Tomorrow we leave for Keonjhar. Expectiing rainy weather tomorrow, since Yellow Alert has been declared here. But we are carrying our usual hazmat suits, and the weather cannot rain on our parade.

Photo credits: Panna Rashmi Ray

Friday, November 29, 2024

Chitrakote falls -> Bhawanipatna (29.11.24)


It was an effort tearing ourselves away from Chitrakote falls. Like a piece of sticking plaster shifting from finger to finger, we kept putting it off, and finally left at 9.15 am, after breakfast.
Morning was definitely chilly, and the sun quite welcome. I drove with my window down, humming like a happy hair-dryer. Since we were going to Bhawanipatna, 250 km away, and quite a random destination with respect to  Chitrakote, we were totally at the mercy of our gps, which it misused to the max, as we shall see. While forests dominated our route once again, there was a fair amount of village-wandering, a result of the carte blanche given to google maps. Towards the end, when NH23 finally stepped in, we had the pleasure of a smooth tarmac running for miles. Otherwise, our wheels mostly dealt with single carriage marked, single carriage unmarked, concrete super-narrow, red-earth super-narrow, and a ford. Yes, you heard that right, a ford (Do look it up, if you are foggy about it).

A "ford" near Kosagumuda (12.00 noon)
We had been travelling for some time through unknown villages with perplexed villagers, the red earth a cloud behind us, when our gps showed a river-crossing coming up. How strong would this bridge be, we wondered, since once we had been flummoxed by a rickety bamboo bridge that our car had to crawl and scramble across, creating a hell of a racket. But that's another story. Here we accosted three passing girls to obtain some clarity.
"Water in front?"
"Yes, water."
"Bridge is there?"
"No bridge."
"Oh God! Car cannot go then?"
"Car go."
Well, I mean to say, what? Throughout the trip, we had been pretty upbeat about the IQ of village youngsters, but these three caused the sensex to dip below the poverty line. Or were we missing something, like a pushpak vimaan on hire? We decided to inch forward and find out.

We parked nearby and walked around the bend, down a slope to a canal with a small dam, over which water was flowing with a fast clip and a merry giggle. Yo! Now, would our car make it across, or get bogged down midway? A loitering local shook his head glumly, indicating his knee (I assumed he meant the depth of water, and not his recent knee replacement surgery). A motorcyclist with a mouth full of paan said quite inspiringly "Mmmnnn!", showed four fingers (probably depth of water again, and not a facepalm gesture), and proceeded across with his legs stuck out horizontally. The truth of the water depth seemed to be somewhere in between. After keenly observing a truck (bad role model though, because it stopped half way through and started washing its wheels), I decided to risk it. Still alive to tell the tale, folks! The Punch has the heart of a Prado. But it was exciting, I tell you.

Lunch at Dangariguda (1.30 pm)
Since we kept on travelling through village roads, our stint on proper highways was never more than 10 km at a stretch. Petrol pumps and food joints were proving to be rare species. Luckily, we had filled up the car's tank when leaving, but how to fill our tank? Some time before the fording, we had left Chhattisgarh behind and entered Odisha, and the script had changed from Devnagari to Jalebi. Luckily, one joint used the known scripts and the hoarding spoke the universal language of pictures, and so we could make out that it was a dhaba (in fact, "Apna Family Dhaba", as we found out later). We passed it, stopped, did a U-turn, came back, parked and dived in. Mutton thali for Panna and mix-veg & roti for me. The cooking was closer to home for both of us, and we grew pretty nostalgic, like culprits expelled from their kingdom to wander in the culinary deserts of spicy cooking.

Phurlijharan waterfall near Bhawanipatna (3.30 pm)
Phurlijharan is located inside Karlapar Sanctuary, a little beyond Bhawanipatna as per our route, so we decided to take a dekko there before checking in. The surroundings of the falls have been converted to a park, with the usual sitting places, gardens, children's area and viewing walkways. It is maintained by the forest dept, who have done a decent job of it as a place where families can come and gamboll around. Of course, Phurlijharan does not hold a candle to Chitrakote, being rather pocket-sized, but it is pretty enough to give photo opps, which is half the battle won. We also opped some photos, till the place was invaded by kids shooting selfies from the hip, their sharp eyes not missing an angle, so we beat a graceful and dignified retreat.

Hotel Centre Park at Bhawanipatna (4.30 pm)
A very decent hotel at the centre of town, clean and roomy, which is all one really wants at the end of the day. We have enough time now to relax with a cup of tea and french fries.  Dinner will be ordered in.

Tomorrow, we travel to Debrigarh Nature Camp near Hirakud.

Photo credits: Panna Rashmi Ray

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Kaleshwaram -> Chitrakote Falls (28.11.24)

On some days, we lie on our beds in the evening, energies depleted, but with a silly smile on our faces, for it was a day well spent.

We would be driving 275 km today, not too long a distance, yet google-ji was predicting 5.5 hrs. 90% of the run was on NH63, which was mostly very smooth, except perhaps 30 kms of so inside Maharashtra, which was quite bad. Yes my friends, while travelling from Telengana to Chhattisgarh, we passed through the bottom tail of Maharashtra! Naturally, Maha finds no interest in vehicular traffic between Telengana and Chhattisgarh, so to hell with maintaining the roads in that short stretch.

Most of the travel today was through forest areas, and really desolate forest areas, where for miles on end we met no other cars, nor people. As we entered Bastar in Chhattisgarh, the forests became deeper, but so did our fears, and we would start seeing scowling militants behind every thicket. Gradually as we approached Jagdalpur (the town near Chitrakote), some signs of habitation started and we unclenched in various places.


Sangam at Kaleshwaram (7.30 am)
We pushed off early today, pre-breakfast that is, but not without seeing two more seeable places in K. 

The tribeni sangam, where the rivers Godavari, Pranahita and Saraswati (which, being subterranean, cannot be seen) meet, is a holy place, often used by people around for pinda daan or final rites.


The other seeable was Shree Kaleshwara Muktishwara Swamy Devasthanam temple. It is a temple with two lingas on a pedestal - one Shiva (Muktishwara) and one Yama (Kaleshwara). Quite unique.
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Breakfast at Ankisa (9.00 am)
Breakfast is important. But Ankisa?

As soon as we had crossed the Godavari, which was just 5 km from our hotel, we had moved into Maharashtra, and remained there for a couple of hours till we crossed the Indravati, after which Chhattisgarh started. Horrible roads in the whole stretch, and the few Maharashtran towns we passed through were sad-looking, with not much facilities. Evidently, the state was not pouring resources to the bottom tail of its map. Ankisa was one such town where we stopped for a roadside breakfast, without even getting out of the car. The mother making dosas, the father deep frying bondas, and the son Rohit helping out everyone - till he pushes off to attend classes in his Technical College 25 kms away. We chatted with him for a couple of minutes. Good English too. Ankisa unimportant? Not while boys like Rohit are there.


Bastar forest (12.00 noon)
Today's drive was a model forest drive, miles and miles of saal trees, sunlight filtering through them, glinting off the windshield as we wound our way through. 70 km before Chitrakote, our gps kicked us off the dependable NH63 to the backroads of Bastar. The odd villager whom I honked at would look at me in surprise. Car? Here? Loaded two wheelers would sometimes go lumbering by. If we stopped and switched off the engine, the woody sounds in the windless trees would be muted, as if the whole forest was waiting breathlessly for something to happen. Bastar was beautiful. But a bit tense, I thought.


Dandami Resort at Chitrakote (1.30 pm)
We had booked our stay at a Chhattisgarh Tourism resort, quite old (20 years), sitting very near the falls. In fact, we could see the falls from our room, which was a major attraction for this place. Well spread-out, with lots of greenery, it was a good place to chill for half a day. We had a quick lunch, walked along some nature trails, and were ready to take a fall.


Chitrakote falls (3.00 pm)
The whole Bastar region has a number of waterfalls, but Chitrakote is perhaps the biggest. Granted that if we had come in Sep, we would have seen a deluge that was double the volume, Chitrakote was still very very impressive. We went to the viewpoint. Close up, C was roaring louder. We went down the steps to the river bed. C spread her watery skirt in full swirl. We got into a boat and went close to the cascade. C deafened us with noise and wet us thoroughly with spray. Shades of the Hornblower ride at the Niagara. In fact, Chitrakote IS called the Niagara of India.

A side benefit of C falls is that the river at the foot as it flows on, is only waist deep, without strong current and not slippery. It made for an ideal splash pool. Many adults became 5-year olds here. If you come here, pack your extra set of clothes for dipping in the clear waters of Indravati.


Back at the resort at 5.00 pm, we snuggled under the covers (it's getting chilly, folks) with tea and pakoras. We will have some decent non-spicy dinner at the resort itself, and retire gracefully.


Tomorrow, we travel to Bhawanipatna in Orissa.

Photo credits: Panna Rashmi Ray

Keonjhar -> Kolkata (2.12.24)

There are always two emotions associated with the last leg on a month-long road trip. One is of relief and elation, with a famil...