Menangi Crater to Kisumu

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Before I left Nakuru I wanted to visit Menangi crater, 9km out of town. I got up at 8am and went to the bus station to look for a moto to take me there. I could’ve taken a taxi but it’s more expensive and I prefer the open air of a motorbike. I found a driver quickly,or should I say he found me. He quoted me a supercheap price and I suspected he didn’t know where exactly I was talking about. It became clear when he wanted to take me the opposite way when we came to a roundabout. I made myself more clear ( I thought I was pretty clear before!) and this time he was sure. He doubled the price but that was still cheap so it was ok. He kept asking for directions the whole way there. About half way there, the road turned to dirt and ruts but my driver negotiated it well. The way was all uphill and we passed by some people and kids who were very friendly waving and screaming ‘hello’. I must say most Kenyans I’ve met have been very friendly and genuine.
We finally reached the crater edge with a panoramic viewpoint. The crater is extinct but vegetation can be seen growing in the crater floor on the old black lava flows. The crater is a few km in diameter and has most of its walls intact. Satisfied with the crater and my photos I went back to town to eat and try and change money. Breakfast went well but the $ changing not so well. Nakuru is a large town and I went to every bank and forex bureau and not one would change travellers cheques. I couldn’t believe it. Thankfully I travel with a bank card/visa and cash but I always try to change my travellers cheques first. I took some $ out with my bank which was painless and easy. Hopefully Kisumu, where I’m going next can change T/C.
I packed up my stuff and walked to the bus station. I got into a minivan, known here as a matatu, right away going to Kisumu. The driver said it was leaving in 40 minutes. Yeah, I had my doubts about that since it was already noon and most vehicles leave in the morning. We left 3 hours later! They gave me the front seat and I sat and read while I waited. There were tons of hawkers selling all the same shit – locks, combs, jewellery, wallets, electric razors, hats, water and candy. I was a prime target being white and stuck in the matatua. Everyone selling something must have approached me. All were friendly and some even left after I expressed no desire to buy anything but some hung around to talk. Then they were some that gave me their sob story and told me just to give them money because they had a ‘pure heart’, whatever that means. I was glad when we finally got going.
The journey took about 3.5 hours to Kisumu and the road was pretty rough for most of it. We passed through the tea growing region of Kericho. Neatly pruned valleys of tea blanketed both sides of the road and some were even being harvested. We descended the central highlands down to Kisumu on the tropical slopes of Lake Victoria. I took a moto taxi, known as boda boda because they used to be the main transport to take people from the Kenyan border to the Ugandan border. It’s all about the way they pronounce the word border,like boda, and then the boda boda was born. There are motorized boda boda and bicycle boda boda’s with a bug cushiony seat over the rear tire. I took the boda boda to the Western lodge but thought it was a bit pricey and just didn’t like the way the guard who showed me the rooms acted. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him and I don’t have much patience when I’m tired, hungry, dirty and carrying both my packs. I checked a few other places and ended up settling at the Lakeside Hotel, not in the guidebook but a big room, attatched bath and the rate included full breakfast. Kisumu has my kind of climate, it was 28 C when I arrived and only dropped to 25 C during the night. The only problem was that no hotel had any fans in the room. They said the breeze from the lake is the fan. I don’t know about that! I prefer a fan, it was borderline trying to sleep and I was just on the edge of lying there sweating but I didn’t and slept ok. I was just so damn thirsty all night and finished my 600mL bottle of water beside my bed before morning.
Thursday morning I had to get up before 9 because that’s when breakfast stopped being served. It’s ok I was up anyway and had plenty of rest. Since I’m on the shores of Lake Victoria I thought I should go down to the waterfront for some pictures. To do this I walked 3km to the village of Dunga, which is supposed to have the most pleasant access. I could have stayed in town but it was something to do. It was sunny and a very agreeable 30 C. I got my haircut really short, no more thinking about hair for a few months now! I came to Kisumu because it’s on my way to my real destination of Kakamega Forest Reserve, western Kenya’s only rainforest. I started to buy supplies because there is no restaurant there, I’ll be doing all my own cooking. The forest has trails and I think I’d like to stay for 5 days so I’m buying enough food to last for that. After Kakamega I’m going to make a break for the Ugandan border so I’m not sure when I’ll be back online. But rest assured if you don’t get any updates from me for a while at anytime, it just means that I’m out doing stuff and nothing to worry about.

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Lake Nakuru National Park

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We had breakfast before 7 and we all met out front at 7.15am. The park is only a 10 minute drive from this part of town. After the Masai Mara, Lake Nakuru is Kenya’s most popular park, due to the prescene of many birds, guaranteed sightings of white rhino and other wildlife. As soon as we entered the park, huge herds of cape buffalo were lying in the grass in the distance. We drove through some forest surrounding the lake and saw many waterbucks. In the open grassland we came very close to a white rhino family, 2 adults and one young. Zebra, impala, grant’s gazelle and thomson’s gazelle were all fairly abundant. A pair of spotted hyena’s walked briskly in the distance and we were able to intercept their direct path a while later. One of them walked close to the back of our van and I was able to get a decent photo. We ascended a hill that leads to a viewpoint on a cliff. I could see the whole park and lake from here, since the park isn’t that big.
Rock hyraxes are often seen here according to Animal. The rock hyrax is a small animal that looks kind of like a groundhog/guinea pig and is more closely related to elephants, believe it or not, due to its dental arrangement. This animal produces a blood curdling scream at night and I heard them while in our camp in the Masai Mara. There is also the tree hyrax which lives in the rainforest and I heard their scary screams in the forests of Ghana. Unfortunately I haven’t seen either one of these mysterious animals yet. I scanned the cliffs and was lucky to spot 4 of them just relaxing down below on some rocks. I was so happy to finally see them.
We drove the high road behind the cliff and saw a white rhino, the adorable Kirk’s dik dik and the rothschild giraffe, a subpecies different that the masai giraffe in the mara. We descended back to lake level and drove close to the waters edge. We stopped here and were able to get out of the van. Just back from the shore were reclining rhinos and buffaloes, so we stayed away from them. Lake Nakuru has huge nubmers of pelican, storks, and lesser and greater flamingoes. The lesser flamingoes feed on the algae which in turn gives them their pink color. Their numbers rise and fall with the lake levels. We continued driving around the lake, through more forest. Leopards and monkeys are often seen but with all our scanning we couldn’t find any.
We left the park around noon and went for lunch in Nakuru town. We ate a delicious lunch of breaded tilapia fillets and french fries. Gala and Colandra would be heading back to Nairobi but I’m going west, no need to go back to Nairobi. I’m so glad I’m done with that city until I leave to go home. I won’t be going to any other city as big or as potentially dangerous. Animal took me to the Muko Hotel and I got a room literally on the roof. There was only 2 rooms on the roof and I took the one. This worked out great too because I had a lot of clothes to wash and there was somewhere to wash and tons of clothes lines. I washed my clothes and took a nap and when I awoke they were all dry. It was a sunny day and most of my things are light and quick drying. I went out to write the blog and then have dinner. It was about 8pm when I finished writing and the town seemed almost asleep. As Kenya’s third largest town with a population of 163,000, I didn’t expect this. I did find an open restaurant and had another tilapia with chips washed down by the local tasy brew, Tusker. Things aren’t super cheap in Kenya, it takes some effort to find cheaper prices but even then they aren’t that cheap. I’ve had my cheapest bottle of Tusker last night actually, about $1.50 for a 500mL bottle. Tomorrow I will be leaving Nakuru to head west to Kisumu on the shores of Lake Victoria.

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Masai Mara to Nakuru

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My last day in the Masai Mara, I was awoken at 5.40am for breakfast at 6. After breakfast I packed and was ready to go, we all were but Animal was missing. He finally showed up at 7.15 and we left. We brought everything with us so we wouldn’t have to return to camp. Our last drive was nothing amazing.Sure, we saw animals but nothing remarkable and we exited the park at 10 through a different gate than were we entered. The road after the gate was worse than the other gate road. I hardly thought that was possible! About an hour later we drove off road to avoid a huge muddy area and got stuck ourselves. The terrain was short grass and didn’t look as muddy as it was but it was like quicksand. Everyone got out to help. Some put branches under the wheel to help with traction. We all got a bit muddy but the 2 guys from camp got really muddy. We finally got unstuck after 40 minutes and headed to a small junction for lunch. From here Emma, Sara and Henry would be returning to Nairobi and Gala and I would be heading to Lake Nakuru National Park with Animal. I was glad that we were keeping Animal as our guide and not getting put in with another inferior guide. Colandra from New Zealand joined us now. She said her guide in the Masai Mara wasn’t good at all.

From the junction it was 100km to Nakuru town, all of it on a very smooth road. We got there in 1.5 hours. We stopped at The Stem Hotel for the night. It was a nice hotel with swimming pool, though I didn’t swim. I was pretty tired from getting up so early and all the driving. My room was nice with hot shower and a mosquito net inside a mosquito net! Dinner was the usual buffet style with no food to brag about but it was ok. It was a little warmer here though due to a slightly lower elevation so I liked that a lot! Everyone went to bed early because it would be another early morning start tomorrow.

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Masai Mara Game Reserve part II

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My second day in the Mara began at 6.45am. We had a breakfast of sausage, omelette, toast and coffee and then entered the park at 8. Most the same animals were hanging around the entrance gate again. Now is the low season for visitors, the high season being the wildebeest migration in June and then again in December and January, so even though there were 15 vans watching the lion pride yesterday, we often drover for a while not seeing anyone or just seeing vans in the far distance. At times it felt like we had the park all to ourselves.
We had been driving for about an hour when we were slowly climbing a rocky hill when I spotted our first elephant on the opposite side amongst some trees. I told Animal and he stopped and then I showed everyone where it was. I received ‘good spotting’ comments all around, that makes me feel good when I can enrich everyone’s experience by helping to find animals they might not have seen. This is why I always stand up. It was everyone else’s first time on safari. Even though I have only done a few safaris like this in the African savanna, I seem to have the eye for spotting.
We saw the odd troupe of vervet monkeys and olive baboons during the day. We drove to a posh lodge in the middle of the park to stop for a bathroom break. On the way I saw giraffes in the distance we drove towards them. It was a herd of a dozen masai giraffes, including young. All the animals we had seen so far had young with them. This time of year has that added bonus. The giraffes were quite close to the road and a few even walked right in front of us. I don’t think a lot of people know this but there is more than one type of giraffe. The masai giraffe is a subspecies which occurs in this area but is not the same giraffe I saw in South Africa or that can be seen in other parts of Kenya even. Zebras are the same with a few supspecies with subtle differences but for those that are ‘animal mad’ (as I’ve been called here already), it’s important to know exactly what they are looking at.
Throughout the day we saw all 3 types of bucks present – Defassa’s waterbuck, reedbuck and bushbuck. Animal spotted 3 cape buffaloes lying down around some small trees so we drove up to them. It was the closest I had ever been to these potentially dangerous animals. Oxpecker birds were all over them. These small birds feed on a lot of larger animals, eating ticks and other parasites and most animals let them go about their business. I think they know that they are helping them. One oxpecker was on the buffalo’s nose and feeding right inside in his nostrol ! Must be some good eats up there!

Gala spotted our first lions of the day in some srcubbing bushes. We followed them out into the open, 2 lionesses. They stopped for a rest on a small hill and we pulled up almost right beside them. Sometimes they would look at us but mostly they payed no attention to us. It was like we were not even there, they are fully habituated to vehichles and ignore them. I again was treated to another amazing close up experience and this time we were the only van around. Being this close I could see all the details of the lionesses. I felt bad for them because they were constantly plagued by little flies around their face and their eyes. They often closed their eyes or shook their head to get temporary relief. After a while another van pulled up. While trying to get in a good spot for viewing, their front tire got stuck in a hole. Not the best place to get stuck with 2 lions only 3m away! Animal pulled our van inbetween them and the lions and got out to help. He came back to our van to get something and when his door slammed the lions got spooked and got up. Everyone got out of the stuck van and it was easily moved back out of the hole. A bit of excitement though, more for the others than us! All the time we watched the lions, Sara was terrified. She thought they were going to jump into the van and start feasting on us of push the van over. I tried to tell her there was no reason to be afraid but she wasn’t having any of it. Lions aren’t known for attacking vehicles. I said if anything, she should be afraid of elephants, rhinos and buffaloes which can and do charge the occasional vehicle.
While driving to the Mara river for lunch we spotted some elephants. Animal drove off road and got us up close again to about a dozen animals. We headed back to main road and it rained heavy for about 15 minutes. We had a packed lunch at the Mara river. We could see a few crocodiles and some hippos in the muddy brown river.
After lunch we drove by our first male lion, lying not far from the road. Animal didn’t see him so he turned around and we parked right beside him for a while. I can’t believe how close we get and how unbothered the lion is. It’s really like were not even there if we keep quiet.
We came across a tree full of vultures and a half eaten carcass of an eland, the largest of the antelopes. A lioness was lying nearby in the shade of a small tree. About 100M away was another male lion lying in shade as well, both apparently taking a break from eating.
It was a full day of safari driving so all these events might not be in chronological order but I do know the next sighting happened on our way back around 4pm. I spotted 3 lioness lying a distance apart from each other in the open short grass. We pulled up to each one for photos and then noticed there were also 3 cubs lying almost on top of each. All the lions seemed to be pretty relaxed with their heads down. We got close to the cubs and I got some amazing shots. I also have plenty of pics of yawning lions! In the distance on the opposite side of a huge hill was a lone spotted hyena, the first time I’ve seen one. Although I’ve seen many animals I’ve wanted to see, I still have some on my wish list and hyena was near the top along with wild dog and cheetah. Most of the others are nocturnal animals which I won’t see here because there are no night drives. I was so happy to finally see a hyena, even if it was at a distance.
We got back to camp at 5.15, 9 hours after we left. I was feeling a bit tired near the end from getting up early and still getting used to the time difference. I will admit I didn’t stand up the whole 9 hours but when I started to feel tired I stood up to wake up and it really helped. I crashed for an hour and showered before another bland dinner. It had been another amazing day. I couldn’t believe all the lions we saw and how close we got. The Mara rocks! Tomorrow we have an early morning drive and then 2 of us carry on to Lake Nakuru National Park.

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Masai Mara Game Reserve part I

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I got up at 8am saturday morning for breakfast because I was getting picked up at 9 for my 4 day safari. They picked me on time and then we picked up our 4 other passengers. Tour companies put people together on a tour if they only have one person going, even if you booked through another company. Sara and Emma, 2 young ladies from Ireland doing a round the world trip, were already in the van when they picked me up. Then we got Gala, a Russian/Canadian from Toronto on a work holiday and then Henry, a young travel agent from Nigeria.
We finally got on the road at 10. We stopped on an escarpment for a lovely view over the Rift Valley. The Rift Valley stretches from Ethiopia to Mozambique and is where Africa was almost ripped in 2. It contains many valleys,deep lakes and volcanoes. The road had been ok up to this point but then it turned into a diaster of potholes with a bit of road inbetween! We stopped at Narok for lunch and then it was another 1.5 hours on a horrible dirt road to our camp on the edge of the Masai Mara. Along the way we saw some giraffe in the distance and some zebras quite close to the road. We arrived at camp at 3.30. I got my own tent with 2 beds, similar to what I slept in in Kruger National Park in South Africa. After settling in we went out on our first game drive at 4. The gate for the park was only 2 minutes from camp. Immediately after entering the park there were many animals, zebras, wildebeests, grant’s gazelle and thomson’s gazelle. A bit further in were topi and hartebeest. I’m not really going to describe what many animals look like because there’s just too many. I understand many people might not be familiar with all these animals but you’ll have to wait for me to post photos or you can look them up on google images.
The landscape of the Masai Mara is the stereotypical savanna with long rolling grassy hills and Acacia trees and some scrub brush. I had never seen any landscapes like this before and it was great for wildlife viewing. It was my first time doing a safari in a minivan and I was a little skeptical on how it would be. The roof opens up about 60cm high and you can stand up and have an elevated 360 degree view, which I quite liked. The only downside is that you have to stand up. It’s fine to sit down and look out the window but I prefer to see everything to have the best chance for finding animals. The minivan sat 7 but with only 5 of us there was plenty of room for everyone to stand. Everyone did stand up for the first bit while there was a lot of animals but then they sat down. I stayed standing. It was a good thing I did to because I was the first to spot a pair of black backed jackals in the grass. Our guide/driver, who liked to be called ‘Animal’ told me it was some ‘good spotting!’. We drove closer to the jackals, who look like happy dogs, but they stayed on the move and wouldn’t let us get too close. There are tons of vehicle tracks in the Mara,some of them main roads, other just faint tracks through the grass but vehicles pretty much just drive where they want. So, whenever we saw an animal we wanted to get closer to, Animal would just drive up to it, terrain permitting. I know, not so great for the ecosystem but good for photos! Most of the time though, Animal did his best to stay on existing tracks because there is the possibility of getting stuck going off road and we’re only in a minivan.
Around 6pm we started heading back to camp because it’s dark by 7. I could see in the distance a gathering of minivans, this usually means something good is there. As we got closer I could see large beige animals and thought….hopefully it’s lion. I was right, a pride of 9 lions was understandably attracting all the attention. There were 3 lionesses and 6 cubs of varying ages. Right after we parked a lioness walked right in front of our van and just stood on my side of the van, about 1.5m away! She just stood there, intensely staring at something. It was amazing and an adrenaline rush to have this huge cat standing so close. I had seen lions before in Kruger but it was in tall grass and only a glimpse of their heads, nothing like this. One lioness stood guard under a tree while the rest starting slowly moving away from the vehicles. None of them seemed to pay any particular attention to the 15 vans parked all around them. The cubs played with each other while most of the vehicles began to leave. We stayed a little while longer because we were the last to arrive. We arrived back at camp at 6.30.
Camp consisted of about a dozen tents surrounded by small trees and a fence of euphorbia cactus to keep any curious intruders hopefully at bay. There was power from a generator and even hot showers and a powerbar to charge whatever. Dinner was at 7 and consisted of rice, beef, cabbage and chapathi. Most of the food I’ve eaten so far is very bland, maybe it’s just where I’ve eaten but I don’t think Kenya is known for its cuisine!
It rained earlier in the day on our drive to the Mara but the sky was clear now and full of stars. It shouldn’t be raining now, Animal said. The ‘short rains’ come and end around september. But I don’t mind some rain, it makes everything more fresh and lush and keeps down the dust. I went to bed around 9.30. My thoughts focused on what an amazing first day I’ve had. 10 species of animal, 4 of them new for me and the best lion experience I’ve had…..so far!

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safe arrival in Nairobi

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I arrived safely in Nairobi thursday night at 8pm, exactly 24 hours after leaving Toronto, including a time change of 8 hours ahead. My flight left Toronto 2 hours late at 8pm due to the snow. It was a smooth 6 hour flight to Amsterdam where I had a couple of hours before my next flight. This flight also left a little late but wasn’t nearly full. I had a window seat with an empty seat to my left and then a nun in the aisle seat. My first flight was full and only had larger strategically placed TV’s instead of the personal TV on the back of the chair, which is what I’ve become used to. Thankfully the second flight had the personal screens with mass movies to choose from. I watched Step Brothers, slept and then watched Wanted. The food was the usual ok airline food. Usually I don’t care what it is because I’m so hungry!
After landing in Nairobi I got my Visa for Kenya and then took a taxi to Terminal Hotel. I was very surprised by the lack of hassle at the airport, no one bothering me for a taxi or anything. It is almost summer in Kenya and the weather is very comfortable. It’s around 26 C during the day and 16 C at night. Most people would think these are ideal temperatures and I’m not complaining compared to the snow we had when I left, but as I usually say ‘ could be a little warmer!’ The reason for the milder temps. is that Kenya and most of East Africa inland from the coast is on a plateau. Most areas are about 1000M in elevation which tempers the ‘should be’ steamy tropical climate. My taxi driver last night said that Jun, July and August it gets cold at night, probably around 10 C sometimes.
I got up at 8am this morning after a 10 hour sleep but it wasn’t a heavy sleep. I kept waking up every few hours for a pee and a drink. I think the reason for the unsteady sleep was that I was going to bed at 2pm Canadian time, not exactly when I would be hitting the bed back home! It will take my body days to acclimatize. I read somewhere that it takes the body one day for every time zone crossed to be fully acclimatized.
I got up at 8am because the front desk guy said it was a good time to get up to start looking for safaris, which is why I’m here. He arranged for a friend of his to take me around to a bunch of tour operators, no pressure if I don’t like one of them. My city guide’s name was Alex. We went to a bunch of places and after breakfast I joined a 4 day tour of Masai Mara leaving saturday. I would be joining 2 others who were already booked. Masai Mara is the Kenya section of the famous Serengeti plains in Tanzania and one of the best places for wildlife in Kenya.
As for Nairobi, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I don’t really like it but I’ve been in much worse capital cities. No one was hassling me, maybe because I was with Alex, I’m not sure, but I didn’t see many beggars and the city is surprisingly clean of litter. I don’t think it’s because Kenyan’s don’t litter but because the city has a budget to pay people to keep the city clean. It felt nice not to be dodging litter around the streets. The city has a lot of tall buildings and also a lot of nice trees, many of which were in flower.
The major hassle I experienced was trying to change Travellers cheques. Alex and I went to tons of places before I found one that would change them. After booking my safari I relaxed in my room. My room is large with soft bed, private bath, towel, toilet paper, soap and desk. It’s a nice room but at $19, a little more than I wanted to spend but I’m treating myself for my first 2 nights.
There’s a great place to eat right across from my hotel and I had a huge breakfast of toast, sausage, omelette and home fries for $4, again, not supercheap but will do for the first day.
Sana Highland Expeditions picks me up saturday morning at 9am for my safari. They will drop me in Nakuru town so I don’t have to come back to Nairobi. I will have more to write after my safari. Bye for now.
Dan

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Southwest India part 2 Feb. 15 – Mar. 15 2008

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Southwest India part 2 Feb. 15 – Mar. 15

I left Kalpetta for Mudumalai national park. I took a bus from Kalpetta for one hour to Sultanbathery. Here I had to wait for an hour for the next bus. I waited at a very calm and deserted bus station, except for the monkeys. Bonnet macaques were abundant and very comfortable around people. They would be all over the buses, sitting inside them, climbing on top of them and just all over the place. It was funny to watch them. As soon as a bus started moving though they would get off it. From Sultanbathery I took a bus to Gudalor. Even though I only had to go about 100km, I had to take 3 buses to cover the distance. From Gudalor I took a bus and finally reached the reception area of Mudumalai. Mudumalai is on the main road between Mysore and Ooty and is only 13km from Bandipur national park, where I saw the 2 leopards 2 weeks ago.  Mudumalai is part of the 3000 sq.km Nilgiri Biosphere Reserve.  It was my last park to visit in the Bioshpere reserve as I had already visited Nagerhole, Wayanad and Bandipur. There was no way to do them all in a one way route so I kind of had to do a circular route.
 
I didn’t book ahead and was glad that they had very cheap accomodation available. I got a no frills very basic 4 bed dorm to myself for $4. The reception area only has park run places to stay, no private accomodation or restaurants, so it was very quiet. Working elephants were bathed in the river in front of my dorm and hung around the area all day. Sometimes I would just go sit and watch them. They would also blow dirt all over themselves as a kind of dust bath. I arrived at the park in time to do the last afternoon safari.
 
The safari setup was similar to Bandipur with no private vehicles allowed. Tours are limited to 25 seater minibuses. Also like Bandipur, the entry fee and a 45 minute safari were very, very cheap. The bus left around 4.30pm. It was full of Indians and quite a few foreigners. It’s a loud bus but I’ve learned to curb my anger and temper. No shushing in the world in going to keep Indians quiet. They seem to thrive on noise. I quietly exploded on some guy during a safari in Bandipur. He just filmed a video of an elephant approaching the bus and then proceeded to watch it right after. It was loud and he was told a few times by other Indians to keep it quiet but he just nodded his head from side to side in the frustrating way so many Indians do and kept watching the video. Anyone who knows Indian people knows what I’m talking about. I told him to keep quiet or I would throw his phone out the window! Not my proudest moment but I felt it had to be done. What they really need are safari police to keep the buses quiet to not disturb the animals. The drivers only say something if it gets really loud.
  I’m done with shushing now. Let the Indians shush their own kind. I just try to ignore them. We see some of the usual, 3 sambar deer, spotted deer and langurs. We also see a group of elephants but only one is close. The park is hilly and sometimes hard to see distant animals. The forest is similar to the other parks in the reserve. Sometimes locals ask me which park is better but that’s a hard question to answer. I’ve seen amazing animals at them all and the forest is not very different, so I usually say they’re all good.
Mudumalai was declared a wildlife sanctuary in the 1940’s with only 62 sq. km, now it is over 320 sq km. Its a mix of low hills, valleys, flat terrain and swampy areas. The forest ranges from moist decidous in the west to dry decidous and thorn scrub in the east. Theppakadu, an elephant camp near Mudumalai’s reception has had more elephants born at it than any other camp in India.
 
I meet Kutin at the reception after my safari. Kutin is a local guide I met after the safari.He tells me that he conducts night safaris, though only on the main road running through the park. Unfortunately they are not allowed to use a spotlight,only the headlights. This doesn’t sound too promising but I decide to try it anyway. He picks me up at 10pm which I like, he says less traffic on the roads then and I agree. But tonight would be different and there actually was a lot of traffic on the road. He says he’s never seen it this busy.  I drink a cold tea I had been hoarding since dinner to get wide awake and I’m ready to go. I’m on alert for any eyeshine since I use my headlamp on the left side of the vehicle and Kutin scans the right side with his similar headlamp. We see a few sambar deer but don’t need any light to see the elephants. There is a group of 5 and one of them is on a hill right beside the road. He doesn’t seem to bothered by the headlights in his face. I don’t take any photos and leave quickly, I don’t want to bother him too much and besides, I’ve seen plenty of elephants in daylight hours. The other elephants disappeared into the bush while we watched him. It was a long night drive at one and a half hours but this was all we saw. It’s kind of funny that I’m doing night safaris to see nocturnal animals and the only animals I see are the same ones I see in the daytime.
 
Last night before my safari I ate dinner with Meital and Zeev, a nice Israeli couple staying around the corner from me. They were going on a walking safari the next morning and invited me to join them. I met them at 5.45am and we picked up 3 others and drove 7km to the small village of Masinagudi. Walking is not allowed in the park but the area outside the park is still rich wildlife habitat and that’s were we would be going. We stopped for tea and then drove another 5 minutes to the bush. Our guide, Santosh was at the tea stand but wasn’t around when we left for safari. Our driver tells us we will be going with 2 tribal people who don’t speak English. We were confused and pissed. Santosh told the Israelis how good of a guide he was and how he spoke good English and now he’s not coming. Meital was the pissed voice of us all and demanded the guide or we’re not going. The driver goes back and gets Santosh. He says his reason for not coming was due to illness but I don’t buy it. He’s just lazy. The funny part of it all is that last night Kutin told me this is exactly what would happen if we went with Santosh. The guides really know each other here.
 
We begin our hike and nobody is talking to Santosh. He ruined any chance he had for a tip. We hike for 3 hours through scrub forest but only see a few spotted deer and sambar deer. We pass through many prime elephant areas but they aren’t around. After I eat an omelette and crash till lunch.

I join Kutin for the afternoon walking safari. He is with a Dutch family with a 13 year old daughter but says it’s ok if I join them. I have to make my own way to Masinagaudi where we are starting from. Public transport jeeps aren’t leaving till they fill up and I need to be there in 15 minutes so I try and hitch the 7km. I only wait for one minute and the first vehicle gives me a ride. I find Kutin at the main intersection of the small village and we drive to an area of open meadows and trees to begin our hike. We see some spotted deer and sambar deer before hearing the intimidating call of an elephant out of sight but ahead on the trail. The Dutch family runs in the opposite direction in response to the angry vocalization but I want to get closer. Kutin says he will get closer from another direction. We see a herd of large elephants from a distance of about 100m. A large male makes a loud roar and everybody runs. I don’t feel in danger with them that far away and Kutin says we shouldn’t go any closer. He tells me in private if it was just him and I we could get closer but the Dutch family is already visibly freaked out so we will have to keep our distance. I understand. We see the elephants again a bit closer from another direction across a river. It was exciting to see them on foot. Near the end of the hike we have to cross a crotch deep river. The Dutch have no problem in removing their pants and cross in their underwear. I just pulled up my shorts got a little wet. I wanted to go on another wallking safari with just Kutin and I but he had family stuff to take care of the next morning so I would just do minibus safaris.
 
That night after the elephant close encounter I ate dinner again with the Israelis. They were recommended a jeep driver from other travellers. They saw many animals with this guy the previous night so we thought we would give him a try. He picked us up at 10 and we took a different road than I had been on last night. He really gave a good effort at trying to find animals. He would pull down small side roads and drive towards the side of the road trying to get his headlights into the bush. As it turns out we didn’t see any large animals even after driving for 2 hours. We talked with a few other jeeps and they saw nothing as well. But it wasn’t a total loss. What we did see were plenty of black naped hares, a subspecies of the Indian hare.There are 13 supspecies of the Indian hare. I had not seen any hares or rabbits in India yet so I was quite happy to see them. First we saw 2 together but then we saw another and another and another…. We saw about 15 hares in total. They were they only thing around that night. Hares differ from rabbits by not digging a burrow and give birth to furry young who can already see, as opposed to the ugly raw skin, blind rabbit babies.
 
The next morning I’m at reception a little early at 6.45am. It’s been a busy few days of safari with night drives till midnight and then getting up early for morning safari. I’m first in line for the bus safari and get the front seat. The first safari is a little quiet but we do see a herd of gaur. The bus is also remarkably quiet or it might just be that sitting in the front the noise is muffled by the engine. But I do really think that the people were just more well behaved.
  Meital and Zeev join me for the second bus safari that takes the other route in the park. There are only 2 routes that the buses take. This safari, the bus and the wildlife is also very quiet. I go back to my room and crash till lunch.
 
I’m back at 3pm for the first afternoon safari. I get the front seat again. When I’m on safari I like to sit beside the driver or behind him, this way I’m close and can give him a tap to stop the bus if I see something he doesn’t. I was getting better at spotting stuff and asked him to stop a few times. We see a group of sambar deer, spotted deer and langurs, all hanging around very close to each other. I’ve never seen them all this close. I’ve often seen spotted deer and langurs but without sambar deer. They all hang out so there are more eyes on the lookout for predators and give an alarm call upon seeing something dangerous. Ahead on the road are 6 elephants. We give them a bit of time to get off the road and then head towards them. The heavy sound of the diesel engine scares them to a safe distance from the road. They stay close to the road and everyone gets a good look at them. Once back at the reception I go in to buy a ticket for the next safari. The driver warned me we were taking the same route but I didn’t care. I wanted to see how much things changed, if at all, going the same route again so soon. I got the front seat again. We saw most of the same animals. One herd of elephants had moved a little and the other herd I saw had disappeared completely. So it was a little different. Once we got back I bought my ticket for the last safari of the day. This time we were taking a different route and I had a good feeling about this trip. It was 5.30 now, a time when animals are more active.
 
We had to drive the main road for 5 minutes to get to the safari road inside the park. Before we even entered the park road, a small car was pulled over on the side off the road. This was a good sign, they had stopped to see something. We pulled up ahead of them and stopped. I was looking but didn’t see anything. The Indians were exclaiming ” Cheetah, cheetah!” I knew from an earlier safari that cheetah was the Hindi word for leopard but I couldn’t see it. The bus reversed 1M and I saw him. He was obscured from my view by a tree but was now visible. The leopard was only a youngster, maybe 6 months to a year old. He was much smaller than the 2 other leopards I had seen. He sat and snarled at us and then walked away. The park road was right up ahead,we made a left into the park and again saw the leopard go past the bus and retreat into the undergrowth.
  We see sambar deer and some elephants, both of which I spotted and alerted the driver. I spotted another herd of elephants down a unused road. Next I spot something black running away through the thigh high grass. At first I think it’s a wild boar but the driver says it was a sloth bear. I started to think about it and he was right. It ran like a bear and the fur looked like nice black fur, not the wiry hair that wild boars have. Wow, a leopard, many elephants and a sloth bear,the fifth safari of the day was the last and the best. I decided just to relax tonight and not do a night safari.
  
As I walked the 3 minutes to the dinner place I experienced something better than any night safari here had delivered.  The sun had just set and I was walking under a tree when a black shape took flight above me. My first instinct told me it must be a bat. But when I looked up I was surprised and super happy to see that it was a giant flying squirrel! This massive rodent glided right over my head and landed low on the trunk of a really tall tree. I sat in the grass and just looked up, determined to see him fly again. Tiny insects were biting me in the grass, I was itchy, something else was scrambling in the grass and massive wild boars were searching for food behind me but none of that mattered. It was all about the giant flying squirrel. I watched him climb higher into the tree. It was getting dark and sometimes the squirrel looked at me and I could see his eyeshine in my headlamp. I only saw the branches move every few minutes to know that he was still there. This was the tallest tree around in the area and I knew he was going to glide to a distant tree. I sat in the grass for 20 minutes. Literally, seconds before I was going to give up and go for dinner, there was activity in the tree. The squirrel made a running leap and was off, gliding through the air across a river and into the darkness. I couldn’t see where he landed but I didn’t care. I saw him glide again and that was what I wanted. What an amazing experience to have this giant flying squirrel glide right over my head, and it was free! This was one nocturnal animal I was really hoping to see on a night safari.
 
I arrived at reception at 7.10am. I wasn’t the first in line but I got the front seat again and that’s what was important. Before we enter the park we see some spotted deer and loads of peacocks. I haven’t really mentioned it but I have been seeing peacocks at almost every park I’ve been to. The peacock is India’s national bird and the tiger its national animal. The first animals we see in the park are a herd of 5 elephants. Then a herd of 10 elephants! We only see a few spotted deer, sambar deer and langurs so it was great to see mostly only elephants. I haven’t had too many safaris like that.
  I go for the second safari which I thought was on the other route but then the driver takes the same route. I get the front seat again. It’s a loud bus this time and one Indian guy won’t shut up. He is shushed several times by other Indians. We see the same small herd of elephants but not the larger herd. After I eat an omelette and pack up. I hitch a ride the 7km to Masinagudi. From there I get in the back of a jeep to go to Ooty.

Ooty is southern India’s most famous hill station at 2250M. The drive up is very scenic passing rocky and forested mountains. The jeep climbs 38 numbered hairpin bends. Soon the mist and clouds encircle us and I can’t see anything. The air becomes chilly and I am thankful that I am only passing through Ooty so I have less travelling to do tomorrow. I don’t wait long at the bus stand till I’m on another bus heading to Coimbatore. The bus descends a different road with 18 hairpin bends. Bonnet macaques are abundant on some of the bends and there are signs warning that they are wild and not to feed them and to leave them alone. A terrible burning smell is coming from the bus. I open my window more but it only makes it worse. We stop for a break and I see that smoke is billowing out of the front right tire. Nobody seems too concerned though and we carry on. I just hope it’s not something to do with the brakes!
 
I finally arrive in Coimbatore at 6pm. The hotel in the guidebook is full and after some searching I find the Hotel Pushpam. I’m a little shocked to hear the price of a room is only $2.50. What kind of dump is this, I’m thinking. I take the most expensive room for $5. It was an ok room, TV, but no hot water and only squat toilet but it will do for one night.
 
It’s funny that cities have become my place to relax and indulge myself. In the parks I’m up early and busy most of the day with limited food and drink options,so I treat myself in the cities. It’s also a contrast that there were hardly any mosquitos in the park and now while I eat dinner at an outside patio I’m getting eaten alive.

I ate a tasty breakfast in Coimbatore before heading to the bus station. Coimbatore is a large and industrial city of a million and a half people and I didn’t see any other white faces. Its mainly a transport connection. I took a local bus to another station in the city to get the bus I needed. I’m on my way to Silent Valley National Park. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go here because it’s on the map in the guidebook but no information is given in the guidebook. The American couple I met at Pachyderm Palace went there and gave me all the logistics on how to get there. I have time so I decided to go there but first I had to get there. I took a bus from Coimbatore to Palakkad for one hour. From Palakkad I took another bus to Mannarkad. It was sunday and almost everything was shut in Mannarkad. I don’t think they get many backpackers in Mannarkad. I got a lot of strange looks but people were super friendly and saying ‘ Hi ‘ and waving. Mannarkad is so off the beaten track it didn’t even get a mention in the guidebook. It’s too late to go to Silent Valley today so I have to hang out here. I wanted to write emails but the many internet cafes in town were closed. I got a room at the Nawar Tourist Home. It was a huge room with no hot water but TV and fan. It was really hot, 35 C in my room! I liked it though, it wasn’t humid so I wasn’t swimming in my own sweat. It was just a lazy do nothing kind of heat. I could have taken an airconditioned room but chose not to. I had enough cold temperature the first 2 months of my trip. It’s all about the heat now. I didn’t have hot water and I didn’t care. I wanted a cold shower but only luke warm water came out of the tap. The one time I want a really cold shower and I get a warm shower!
Part of the reason I travel is for a warmer climate. I despise the cold. I love the constant heat and humidity of the tropics. I never have to think about what I’m going to wear. It’s always shorts, t-shirts and sandals and maybe a raincoat. Sometimes I go into the mountains where I know it’s going to be colder and that’s fine but this trip has been a climatic rollercoaster,from a steady 13 C in my hotel room in Darjeeling, up to 35 C and everything in between. I haven’t mentioned the weather lately because there’s been nothing to say. It’s been pretty agreeable, no complaints ever since I got to Mysore. The temperature hasn’t dropped below 23 C and I’m loving it. Besides the cooler temperatures in the first half of my trip, the skies have been almost cloudless everyday. Even now after being here for 3 months, I’ve only seen rain 3 times and hardly had any cloudy days. That being said I would like to see India during the monsoon when everything is lush and green and the temperatures and humidity are always high.
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I went in search of a cold drink. I found an ice cream place and had a mango shake, pistachio shake, ball of mango ice cream and a faluda. Faluda is a local treat, ice cream, dry fruit and noodles. There was nothing else to do but chill in my room. I only went out to eat. The Tourist Home didn’t provide any extra bedding but that’s ok because I always have my sleeping sheet or sleeping bag with me but tonight I didn’t need anything. Only in the middle of the night did I use my t shirt as a mini blanket, just to have something covering my chest. Despite the heat, I slept fine. The temperature dropped slightly to 30 C during the night.
 
I skipped breakfast to start heading to Silent Valley,right away since it would only be a day visit I wanted to get going. As I drank a tea at a road stall the bus came. I had to stand the whole hour to Mukkali. From Mukkali I went to the forest department and hired a jeep and a guide. This was the only way to drive the 25km to the park. We drove through coffee plantations. The bushes were in bloom and the small white blossoms filled the air with a delicious fragrance. The plantatins gave way to tall, dry evergreen forest. After an hour we reached Silent Valley. There are no safaris or adundant animals at Silent Valley. All the parks I had been visiting so far were for animals and not for the forest. Silent Valley was for me, I knew I wouldn’t see many animals but I would see one of the only pockets of evergreen rainforest left in the western ghats. This area recieved a lot of attention in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s as a site for a hydroelectric project but local, national and international conservation organizations combined to halt its construction. A 90 sq km. park was declared in 1984. Silent Valley took its name from the absence of cicadas in the park. Altitudes range from 650m to 2000m and habitats range from tropical evergreen forest, sub-tropical hill forest to evergreen sholas and grasslands. The dense vegetation makes it difficult to spot wildlife but elephants, tigers, wild dogs, lion tailed macaques and 35 other species of mammal live here.
My guide and I first climbed a lookout tower for panoramic views of the park. Hilly evergreen forest stretched out in every direction with some of the highest peaks covered in grass.We walked a 2km path through the forest. I really liked the forest here, huge, tall trees and sparse undergrowth. I felt at home, I was back in my element. I was disappointed that there wasn’t more access to the forest but I knew this before coming here from what Derek at Pachyderm Palace told me, so I wasn’t surprised.
 
After walking for an hour we had completed the only trail around this area and we went back to the jeep.I asked my guide if there was any other hiking available. He said he knew of one 3 km trail about 4 km down the road on the way to Mukkali. This wasn’t the usual hike though and I should give him a tip, if I’m happy, he told me. It was a good hike and the forest very similar to Silent Valley so I really liked it. We saw elephant shit but no signs of any other animals though apparently a lot of animals do live here or visit seasonally. On the drive back to Mukkali by attentive driver was always looking in the forest on the right side of the road. He spotted Malabar giant squirrels many times and I was able to get my best photo yet of them. He also stopped one other time and said he saw a cobra. I got out excitedly and looked but it was gone. I have yet to see my most desirable reptile here in the wild. Maybe next time. After a few buses I arrive back in Mukkali at 4pm.
 
Today was going to be a long day with lots of travel but worth it for less travel tomorrow. From Mannarkad I took a bus back to Palakkad. From Palakkad I get a bus to Pollachi and arrive at 7pm. I’m sleeping in Pollachi and get a nice room at Sakthi Hotel. I eat channa masala (spicy chick peas) in the hotel restaurant. My waiter asks me if I would like a beer. If it’s cold, I told him. He brings me the beer in a stainless steel water jug, to conceal the fact that I’m drinking.This is a family restaurant he tells me and apparently in many restaurants in Tamil Nadu, liquor is not served. You drink in a bar and eat in a restaurant and the 2 never cross paths. But here the waiter was willing to break the rules. As he poured my beer he says “ I’m pouring you a glass of water.”  I guess it didn’t matter that I already had a glass of water on the table.
I had a really nice room and spent the evening watching movies.They didn’t supply bedding here so I use a pillow case and unused towel as a makeshift blanket just to take off the minimal chill of the 29C room.
 
After breakfast the next morning I go to the forest office to make a booking for accomodation at Annaimalai National Park. The officer at the wildlife office is trying to get me to take a treehut for $60 but I tell him it’s too expensive. My next option is a room for $40. I tell him this is too much too becuase I’m in India for 4 months and need to stretch my money, I can’t afford something like this. I reluctantly agree to the $40 room for 2 nights because he says it’s my only choice. Fortunately we get talking and in the end he gives me a room in Ambuliilam resthouse for $6 a night. Now thats what I’m talking about! It was reserved though and I watch him erase the people’s name and put mine in their place. He says he doesn’t usually do this but he’s going to give me a break because I’m a foreigner and travelling here for a long time. Now I can spend more money on safaris in the park. I book for 3 nights.
  I have a few hours to kill before the next bus to the park. I write emails for an hour, relax and pack. I get the bus at 3.15. The road ends at Parambikulam, just after Annaimalai national park so traffic is very thin. The bus climbs up to 880m. We see some spotted deer on the way and I know I’m back in a park. I check in at the reception area known as Topslip. My resthouse though is 2km from there, in a giant bamboo forest. I meet Kathan, a guide recommended to me by Kutin, my guide from Mudumalai. Kathan walks me to my room.
  I really like the accomodation here. It’s far from any road and there are no dogs or chickens to ruin the silence. I’m thinking how perfect the silence is here when it’s shattered by a jeep full of Indians. They try playing cricket in the dining area and then crank the volume of a movie they are watching in the back of their jeep. I ask them to turn it down because the rules of the park are that silence be maintained. They turn it down but only a little and it’s still blasting. Indians treat their national parks as a place to party, not to experience the beauty and tranquility of the area. I walk the road out of the resthouse in search of some silence. The cook and one staff member chase after me. They tell me it’s too dangerous to walk around at night. I tell them I left because it was too loud there so if they can break the rules,why can’t I? They tell me they will get them to turn down the volume and they do. Silence returns and I can hangout in peace. Kathan is meeting me at 7am the next morning so I go to bed.
  Annaimalai is also known as Indira Gandhi and is contigious in the west with Parambikulam wildlife sanctuary in Kerala state and Eravikulam national park to the south. Annaimalai is a special park because it contains some remaining evergreen forest and is home to the lion tailed macaque. I came here to see what I could see but the lion tailed macaque was the main goal of my visit.
Kathan and I left at 7.30 with a packed breakfast. We walked to his village, a small working elephant camp. Then we walked another hour on a hardly used road till we entered the forest. The forest consists of many areas but we were visiting the area known for lion tailed macaque. Kathans english was very ‘small’ and he was hard to understand at the best of times. I was a little confused when during our first conversation he keeps saying LTM. I told him I was here to see lion tailed macaque but it took me a minute to catch onto the local slang, that LTM is lion tailed macaque. Now it makes more sense. He says there are 2 groups here. Minutes after entering the forest we see a small herd of gaur downhill from us. They give us some disapproving grunts but eventually flee the scene. The area is very hilly and we are always going up or down. Sometimes we’re on a trail but most of the time we aren’t.  Kathan just walks where ever through the forest. It’s not so bad because the forest is similar to Silent Valley and the undergrowth is sparse. We see lots of Nilgiri langurs. Everytime we hear activity in the canopy I get my hopes up that it’s the LTM, but it always turns out to be Nigiri langur.
  We see some small bushes that are covered in congregations of daddy long legs. These aren’t like any I’ve seen before, with orange body and lime green legs. They are absolutely everywhere though in some areas. We don’t have much luck with mammals but do see some rare birds. The most spectacular being the great pied hornbill. This massive bird is 1M from head to tail and sounds like a Harrier jet when it flies. We see a group of 8 of them in a fruiting fig tree and Kathan tells me I’m very lucky.
  I thought we would be out for 3 -4 hours hiking but it turned into a full day. On the way back we stopped at Kathan’s house for some rice and masala. I finally got back to the resthouse at 4.30, 9 hours after I left. Even though we didn’t see LTM, I still had a great day wandering around the forest. This is what I have been wanting to do since I arrived in India but it’s only possible in a few places.
Besides mammals and reptiles I’m also very interested in insects and back at the resthouse there was a scorpion. It was a beautiful jade green and about 20cm long but covered in ants. I was confused and upon looking closer I saw its tail wasn’t held up but crushed and black. It was still moving when I poked it but obviously not doing well. The cook told me he had been sweeping the area and accidently stepped on the tail of it, so it was pretty much screwed. The ants were eating it alive.
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I was very surprised to see that 2 other backpackers had arrived. They were Carl and Jen and they were from BC. It was great to shoot the shit and eat dinner with some fellow Canadians. I was going out hiking again tomorrow and invited them along.
We met Kathan at 6.30. We were already to go but Kathan said that we had to go to Topslip to get permission to visit the area we had visited yesterday. Apparently he got in shit yesterday because he didn’t do this. Then he tried telling me that Carl and Jen would have to get their own guide, we couldn’t share. I didn’t understand this, 3 people or 1, what’s the difference. We go to some head honcho’s office and ask persmission. We get permission and I ask him if 2 more can join with us. He speaks excellent english and says it’s no problem. Everything is solved and we begin to walk back, first to the elephant camp and the finally into the forest, same place Kathan and I went yesterday.
  We again see the great pied hornbill. Carl was very happy to see this bird. We explore the forest again all day long. We come to an area filled with dozens of butterflies fluttering around. I’ve never seen a sight like this deep in the forest. We also see the colorful daddy long legs and they seem to be even more widespread. We walk for 5 minutes and they are everywhere, covering bushes and some on the ground. Jen is really freaked out by them. Our exhaustive search for the lion tailed macaque again comes up fruitless though and we return to our resthouse at 4.30. We walk back to Topslip, I’m in search of a public phone and all of us in search of a cold drink. Unfortunately we find neither. I’m trying to call to book accomodation at my next park but I guess I’ll just show up and see what’s available. We get back to the resthouse after another long 11 hour day.
 
  I take a warm bucket shower and as I’m towelling off a huge rat enters the bathroom. He climbs up the toilet and out the window which is broken so I can’t seal it out. I felt something run across me while I slept last night and heard its vibrations through the pillow. I thought it was a mouse but also thought it was something big because of the heavy vibrations. Now I know what it was. Upon further inspection I could see that even with my bathroom door shut, the rat could still enter through a hole he chewed in the corner of the door. Before I crash I fill the hole with part of the supplied blanket I’m not using. It works and I don’t hear any visitors in the night.
 
Last night we were the only guests here and it was so quiet. Now a family of Indians arrived and their kids are running around and screaming. After putting up with it for a bit, I ask them to stop running around. They surprisingly listen to me and go to their rooms. Why can’t any Indians read books or do something quiet. Like I said before, they seem to thrive on noise. Loudness is the fuel their bodies run on.

I got up at 6.30am in order to walk the 2km back to Topslip and catch the 7.30 bus to Parambikulam wildlife sanctuary. Carl and Jen decided to go to Parambikulam with me. There are only 3 buses a day from Pollachi via Topslip to Parambikulam, the next not until 4.30pm so we took the first bus. While waiting for the bus I was looking at my legs and noticed a very small tick. It wasn’t feeding on me yet and I could easily remove it. Now that I knew ticks were here I would check myself more often.
I knew Parambikulam was close but was surprised that the first song on my ipod didn’t even finish before we got to the checkpoint of the park. Here we paid our entry fees and then it was another 2km to the park reception. It was Friday and without a prior reservation I wasn’t sure what accomodation would be available. Most of the parks and sanctuaries are notoriously busy on weekends. This is why I left Annaimalai after 3 days, there were no more cheap rooms available. I think I put in a good effort to try and find the LTM, hiking almost 19 hours in 2 days but with no luck. I have already seen so many animals though and I’m not too disappointed if I don’t see the lion tailed macaque.

The cheapest accomodation at Parabikulam without attatched bathroom was $60! I could do it for one night if Carl and Jen wanted to share the room but they didn’t. So I had decided not to stay, I didn’t want to pay that much for a room. They told us they tried to discourage too many visitors and this is why they keep the prices high. I can understand that and think it’s a good idea, it just sucks that they are discouraging me from staying overnight.
  What they could arrange for us was a 16km trek for the day. However, Jen wasn’t feeling good and wasn’t up for a hike. So her and Carl took the next bus back to Pollachi. I ate breakfast and then went on the hike with just the guide and I. My guide’s name was Krinen, a tribal from the area. The hike would be 8km on a paved road and then 8km on a safari road and trail in the forest. I was telling Krinen I would be happy if we saw any snakes and 10 minutes into walking the road we saw a large ratsnake beside the road. It was about 2M and amazingly hid in a little hole in the side of a hill bordering the road. I didn’t get a photo but I didn’t care, I saw the snake and that was enough for me. Just a bit further on we saw a very small dead pit viper. Its head had been crushed by a car.
  Our hike started around 10, which isn’t the best time to be hiking because animals are less active at this time but I had no choice. After the paved road we entered the forest which was mostly old teak plantations. Their huge, dead and dry leaves cracked like chips the size of dinner plates. We wouldn’t be sneaking up on anything here. We saw a few spotted deer and sambar deer. We came to a treehouse and went up to it to take a break. I had entered tick town and everytime we stopped for a break I had a few of these on my pants or legs.  My arch enemy – the tick! These ticks were so small they were hard to see, so I had to pay close attention when looking for them. Inside the treehouse were about 10 small bats. I took a few photos of them which didn’t disturb them. Contrary to ( what I think) is popular belief, bats aren’t bothered by light, it’s noise that disturbs them into flight. I took a few flash photos and shone my torch on them without bothering them.
  We’re walking down this crunchy leaf road and I think everything around us can hear us but it wasn’t true. Krinen spots a small group of gaur feeding in the bushes just ahead of us. They don’t know we are there so we stop and watch them for a while. We start slowly walking and they get wind of us and retreat up a steep hill behind them. We reach the end of our hike at Parambikulam village, after almost 5 hours. The village is tiny and after lunch I lay down for a rest under a concrete pavillion. We have to wait here till 5.30 for the bus back.
 
We catch the bus, Krinen gets off at the reception and I take it all the way back to Pollachi. I arrive in Pollachi at 8 and go to Sakthi Hotel. They have a room but can only give it to me for 12 hours, even though I would be paying for 24 hours. I said screw that and looked for another place. It took me 40 minutes to find a hotel with a vacancy. The guidebook only lists the Sakthi Hotel so I had to ask locals until I found another place. The place I found was acceptable with cold bucket shower and TV for much cheaper than Sakthi at $4.50. I ate a tasty channa masala, watched Posiedon and went to bed.
 
  I had a masala dosa and rice idly for breakfast before catching the bus to Udumalipet. From there I got a bus to my destination,Munnar. The bus passed through a different area of Annamalai park that I didn’t know we would be going through. It also passed through Chinnar wildlife sanctuary and Erivakulam national park, my next 2 places. I was going to Munnar first though, because it was the weekend and I wanted to get more money and book a room for the coming weekdays. Munnar is at 1524M and surrounded by vast hilly plantations of tea and spices. I arrived at 4pm and walked the 2km from the bus stand to Aida hotel. I got a nice room with a view, hot shower and TV for $12. After dinner I went to one of many shops selling local crafts and produce. I bought some chocolate coffee powder ( which I can’t wait to try), ginger coffee ( wondering what that will be like, I like ginger and coffee, never thought of putting them together) and some homemade chocolate with cashews. I bought the highest quality available because a lot of the chocolate I bought here that was made in India was low quality and I would have to buy European chocolate if I wanted the good stuff. This chocolate here was the best Indian chocolate I have ever had and I ate the whole 100gm piece in one night.
Munnar is a small touristy town but I like it here. I hang out for the day to relax, write emails and book accomodation for Chinnar wildlife sanctuary and Eravikulam national park. I also book a flight for the end of my trip from the southern tip of India back up north to Mumbai where my flight home leaves from. There are many places to stay, lots of restaurants and many stalls all selling spices, tea, clothing, local handicrafts and homemade chocolate. 
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I left for Chinnar on monday morning. I took a local bus with some of the most comfy seats ever. This got me as far as Marayoor. From there is was another 16km but I didn’t want to wait till whenever the next bus came so I hired an autorickshaw. The park reception is right on the main road. I paid 1000Rp ($25) for accomodation in a treehouse which also included breakfast dinner and trekking. It wasn’t too bad a deal until I saw the treehouse. The treehouse was 3km from reception along a river. I had all my things with me because I wasn’t sure what I was going to need in the treehouse. It was a hot walk but my guide, Manny and I saw a herd of wild boars bathing in the river along the way. There was nothing else around the treehouse and it was perched 10m high above a sandy, forested beach at the confluence of 2 rivers. I really liked its location. Manny went up first and prepared it for me. Climbing up was a bit hairy, there was a swinging rope ladder for the first half and then a dodgy bamboo ladder for the next half. Climbing up wearing both of my packs took some careful manuevering.
I entered the treehouse and was surprised at how spartan it was. Only a thin mattress on the ground and lots of rat shit! That came free of charge! Nevertheless I still stayed 3 nights. There were 4 large windows, one on each wall and a really cool gecko welcomed me. I was thankful I brought all my stuff since I was definetely putting up my mosquito net. Not so much for the mosquitos, as they weren’t that bad. The net was to keep the rats from running over me in the night and it worked.
Around 4, Manny and I went on a hike. The forest around the river is lush gallery forest but away from there it gets drier and rockier. It really was like the brochure said, it reminded me of the African savanna. It was very hilly and it seemed like every few minutes we were admiring the view from another good lookout. Just before sunset at the treehouse camp I bathed in the river. It was the only option here to get clean as there was no toilet, shower, or electricity. I didn’t mind this at all and actually prefer it at times. There are crocodiles in the river but apparently don’t hang around if people are there. So that was good, I could bath in peace. Another guide, Rama, came around 6.30 with dinner. It was chapathi with veggie curry and it was good. I thought I was going to be left by myself but unfortunately Manny and Rama would be sleeping on the ‘balcony’ of the treehouse. I felt like I was being babysat. I was looking forward to doing a bit of night trekking but they wouldn’t allow it. Too dangerous, they said, the same story I get everywhere. After dinner I sat on some rocks in the middle of the river and watched the sky. The stars were crystal clear and the perfect silence reigned. Many and Rama sat around a fire but as soon as I went up to the treehouse they followed. I stayed up for a bit watching South Park on my ipod. When the lights went out the rats came. I had my prize possession, 2 pieces of homemade roasted cashew chocolate ( that I was fast becoming addicted to!) tucked deep in my large pack and they left it alone. They ran all over near the ceiling and on the ground. When I shined my light on them they usually ran out of the treehouse but didn’t take long to come back. I had just to learn to ignore them. It just sucked because they were shitting on some of my stuff but there was nothing I could do. I feel sorry for Manny and Rama,hey must be running all over them outside.
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My second day at Chinnar started with breaky at 7 – bread, butter, bananas, oranges and black tea with sugar. At 7.30 we were on the trail again. There are tons of trails here and sometimes we would just walk off the trail till we hit another trail. It being so dry here, there were some large candalabra type euphorbia trees, stapelia cacti and acacia trees. Many of the trees had thorns or sticky seeds that attatched themselves to any passerby. This morning we spotted an elephant and her calf on an opposite hill. We went in for a closer look. We got fairly close before they disappeared into the bush. We were walking towards the reception and as we got closer we stopped on another lookout and saw a herd of 12 elephants with a few calves.

I paid another 1000Rp for the night. My 2 guides english was so ‘small’ I needed a microscope to see it. I asked an officer at the reception if they could show me the giant grizzled squirrel. This large rodent is the main reason I came to the park. Chinnar is supposed to be the best place to see them. The giant grizzled squirrel is endangered and only found in 10 locations in the eastern slopes of the Western Ghats.
The officer relayed the message to Rama and in 10 minutes we were in the gallery forest under a tree in which the giant grizzled squirrel was resting. His long tail was hanging under him and he lied on his stomach with limbs also hanging. It gets its name from grizzled hair around its ears but it was hard to see and just looked like a more grey colored giant squirrel but still I was very happy to see it.
I had a tea at the cantina and then began to walk back to the treehouse along the river. Rama left to go Marayoor to get my lunch. It’s so stupid that they only include breakfast and dinner in the package. ‘Lunch is a problem.’ I was told. They suggested I take the bus back to Marayoor and eat and then come back. I didn’t like that idea. I came to the park to look for animals and relax, not to be running around on local buses. They said I could give money to Rama and he would go get my lunch. That worked better for me.
Manny and I walked the trail back to the treehouse. There was a large troupe of hanuman langurs. I spotted a very beautiful lizard in a small bush at eye level, just off the trail. I tried pointing it out to Manny but he kept looking for something across the river, not right in his face. Finally he saw it. The lizard was dark green with a red head when I first saw it but my getting in his face to take a photo prompted him to turn his whole body light green and puff out his neck flap. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for him,there was no where to run. He had to stay put until I was satisfied with a photo. A snake hid in under a rock at our approach but I was still able to get a photo of him.

Back at the treehouse I just relaxed and had a siesta. It was 32 C, but last night the temperature dropped to a chilly 14C and I was glad that they at least provided a warm blanket. I came down for lunch around 1.30. I sat around camp in my boxers because it was hot and I didn’t think anyone was going to show up. I was wrong and felt slightly underdressed when a group of 3 Israeli girls and 3 guys showed up. They said they didn’t mind that I was half naked. Of course not, I’m the naked one, not them! I told them how some people, mostly Indians, think I’m Israeli because of my epic beard. I only shave my lower neck and high cheeks when I travel and let the majority of my beard grow. One of the girls said I did look Israeli but not because of my beard. She said that my eyes had ‘wisdom’, like an Israeli after they come out of their mandatory military service, like I had been through a lot. It was the one of the nicest compliments I had ever heard. They only stayed to eat a bunch of fresh fruit they brought with them. They didn’t like the look or the price of the treehouse and would be going back to Munnar to sleep. The night was a repeat of the previous with a spectacular sky and me enjoying them from my rock on the river. Oh yeah, the rats were the same too.
 
My third morning at the treehouse was like the previous 2 except that last night’s instant maggie noodles were added to breakfast. Manny and Rama came with me on this mornings hike. We weren’t seeing much but then came to a large black rock plateau, another lookout point. In the centre of the rock was a tall island of shrubs. All of a sudden Rama comes running out in a huge arc towards me pointing at the island. I don’t know what the hell he’s running for. Then he says ‘ Elephant’ and we go to the other side of the island to have a peak. I look around it and see the ass end of a lone elephant walking away through dense bush. Apparently we found out about each other at the same time.
 
We walked back to reception and I paid for my third and final night in the treehouse. I thought we might see something interesting along the river trail on the way back but we only saw langurs. I took a siesta in the treehouse and woke up to the sound of monkeys in the trees. It was weird to be actually above the troupes of langurs and macaques for a change. It’s kind of an unnatural feeling to be looking down on monkeys, somethings not right there! They were behaving naturally and never came into the treehouse or were aggressive in any manner. They saw me and they ran.
 
It’s a long story interspersed with miscommunication but my lunch got delayed by about 2 hours and I was lucky to get any at all. Manny said he was coming back with it in 2 hours but didn’t come back for 6 hours and Rama made a special trip back to the reception to get me some food. Only Rama and I go for the afternoon hike. We see a few gaur. I take a wash in the river. Dinner is the same parota and veggie curry but its always been tasty and I like it. The stars were again crystal clear. My trip is ending in 2 weeks and it’s nights like these with absolute quiet that I am going to miss the most.
 
I was woken in the middle of the night by the terrifying roars of elephants just on the other side of the river. My last morning here, all 3 of us go for the hike. We see a few rabbits and some elephants but they are very far away. I pack up my things and carefully lower my large pack from the treehouse.
 
I catch a bus back to Munnar and get a nice room with a balcony at Vinayaga Masionette. I had never heard of this hotel but walked by it while I was looking for another place and it seemed like a good option. I was only going to stay in Munnar for the night and then go on a 3 day trek tomorrow. First order of business while in Munnar was to wash my clothes from the last 3 days at the treeshouse. It was difficult to wash clothes there and I only washed one shirt once.
I’ve noticed that I’ve created some habits while travelling and over the years these have been getting more refined. Successful backpacking is almost an art form. One habit I’ve really gotten into is washing my own clothes the more I travel. My first few trips I would always look for a laundromat type place. Then I started getting into washing my own clothes and liking it and only paying to have them washed sometimes. Last year I only had paid to have my clothes washed twice. This year I had them washed a few times while in Darjeeling but only because it was just too cold and cloudy to try and wash them myself. There was no fan in my room so they would never dry and besides that, the water to wash them with would have numbed my hands in minutes. I’ve also learned that I can wash clothes in the evening and have them dry for the next morning, if it’s warm and I have a fan blowing on them. All my clothes are a thin quick dry type material, which I think is the best for tropical travelling.
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After I had all my clothes hanging to dry I went out to get more homemade chocolate. I went to the forest department to ask about visiting Eravikulam national park. They told me that the park closes every year from January to April because it’s calving season for the Nilgiri tahr, an endangered mountain goat that is the flagship species of the park. Fortunately though, the park is open to anyone who chooses to go on a 3 day trek offered by the forest department. This sounded great because I would actually prefer to go trekking in the park as opposed to just visiting it for one day. I talked with the head of the forest department and he answered all the questions I had about the trek. Whenever I’m going on a trek I like to know all the details before hand. What am I going to need to bring? Is there a mattress? Mosquito net? Potable water? Are we hiking close to villages or are we on our own? What meals are included? And so on. I found out all the information I needed and agreed to meet here tomorrow at 9.
While wandering around town I heard some backpackers walking behind me and I could tell by their accent that they were Canadian. We got to talking and met up in the evening for dinner and drinks. It nice to hang out with my fellow countrymen. I watched Jacob’s Ladder with a buzz before crashing.

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I get up at 7.30 to eat breakfast and be ready for 9 at the forest department. I arrive on time but then have to wait for 30 minutes for someone to drive me the 14km to the park. We get to the park reception area and I wait here while they load the jeep with our supplies. Coming with me are one forest department guide in a beige uniform and 2 tribals in green uniforms. The forest department guy seems like the head honcho and hardly carries anything. I only have to carry my personal stuff and I went minimalist so I wouldn’t have to carry my large pack half empty. Once were all loaded up we only drive for 5 minutes before I see a few Nilgiri tahr on a steep rock on the side of the road. I ask the driver to stop and I get out. As I look around I noticed more Nilgiri tahr, there are a dozen in total and they keep coming closer. I thought it was great just to see them from a distance but the whole herd comes within a few metres of me. They just look at me a little but aren’t bothered by my prescence at all. The seem like they are almost tame, even the fawns, only 2 weeks old and supercute. A large male walks up to me. I thought he was going to come right up to me so I could scratch him behind the ears but he stops one metre from me and goes to the other side of the road. The whole heard crosses the road right in front of me. This such an amazing wildlife encounter. I was just hoping to get a glimpse of the Nilgiri tahr, not this spectacular up close and personal experience.
The Nilgiri tahr is an endangered mountain goat endemic to the Western Ghats. They are on the general decline in their native habitat due to poaching and habitat disturbance and only number about 2500 in the wild. I came to Eravikulam specifically to see them. Eravikulam national park is 97sq km and ranges in altitude from 1400 m to 2695 m, Anaimudi, peninsular India’s highest peak. It was created in 1978 and is a picturesque landscape of high mountains, rolling grassy hills and dense evergreen shola forest.

After I was extremely satisfied with my Nilgiri tahr encounter, we drove for another 10 minutes over rough roads through tea plantations and then stopped, loaded up and set off walking. We walked uphill for only a few minutes through a grassy area and then downhilll into the forest. The park is mainly high grassy bluffs and this is what I thought we would be hiking in but I was surprised when we stayed in the forest because the forest department said this was ‘ high altitude trekking’.Don’t get me wrong, I love hiking in the forest and haven’t done enough of it this trip, this just isn’t what I was picturing the hike to be like. I wondered if anyone in the forest department had actually done this trek before. An hour and a half into the hike we stopped for lunch at a natural pool in smooth rocks in the only place around with a view. We descended down into the forest for another hour and although we didn’t see any animals there was a lot of evidence of elephants around, mainly in the form of head sized balls of dung. Elephants have a poor digestive system and this is part of the reason they have to eat so much. This also means that not much of what they eat is broken down and absorbed into their bodies. After a few weeks of dry weather, elephant dung resembles a pile of dry grass that be handled with bare hands with no fear of a bad smell or getting ‘shit’ on your hands. I’m speaking from first hand knowledge as I have picked up old piles of elephant dung before just to see how different they are from when they come out fresh. Elephants in general are a smelly and dirty animal. I’ve often smelled them before I’ve seen them. A guide I had in Ghana said elephants are ‘like pigs’.

We finally reached some flat ground and stopped, at the resthouse we would be sleeping at tomorrow night, for lunch. Unfortunately the trek would be in and out the same way, 36km in total. I always prefer a circular route and loathe backtracking, whether it’s during a trek or travelling around a country. From the resthouse it’s another 3 hours through the forest to our resthouse were we will spend the night. The resthouse is newly built, only 2 years old and fairly comfortable considering were we are. Its much nicer than I expected even though it has hard mud floors and no electricity, it has running water. I get my own private room with attatched bathroom. There’s even a western toilet but only a cold bucket shower, but, they did supply a towel, which is good because I went really minimalist this trek and didn’t bring a towel. This is mostly because I thought I would be sleeping at a higher and colder altitude and didn’t think I would want to shower in the cold temperatures. The resthouse is located in a flat deforested valley surrounded by hilly forest. There are a few other houses around but they are far away, but not far enough apparently. As I sit on the porch I can hear a TV blaring from someone’s house powered by a generator. It can be hard to find the perfect silence in India. The perfect silence is a term I use that means an absolute absence of noise created either by mechanical means ( cars, radios, TV), humans or domestic animals. I found this in a few places but it can be hard to find. Though I only heard the TV for a few minutes and then the perfect silence reigned. Dinner was a delicious vegetable stew with chapathi. Even in remote areas in India I have been impressed with the food. We are far away from any city but the sky is overcast and there are no stars so I go to bed after watching South Park on my ipod.

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Breakfast isn’t till 8.30 and I sleep in. Rice, vegetables and black tea are the fuel to get us going today. We trek to a high waterfall that is nearly dry and once the water hits the ground its a fine mist. We relax here for a while and reach the other resthouse at 1pm. I crash for a few hours and then read. Even though I was going minimalist on this trek I made sure I brought a book and my ipod. This resthouse has the same layout as the other but instead of suppling a towel like the other, they supplied toilet paper, which I always carry with me. I used an extra pillowcase as a towel and it kind of worked. Its just a relaxing afternoon hanging on the porch reading and drinking tea. Dinner at 7.30 is the same tasty meal as the previous night. I’m awoken at 3am to shouting and I wonder what the hell these Indians are up to now. At breakfast my guide, Naza, asks me if I heard the commotion last night. I certainly did. He told me an elephant had wandered into the area and they were trying to scare it away but it wasn’t working very well. Then he tells me that the path going throught he village is an elephant path! Well, then they can’t be too surprised when an elephant wanders into the village.

We finish an Indian breakfast of rice and curry at 9 and begin the hike back. It’s all uphill and I’m sweating and loving it. A giant squirrel is the only animal I see besides the Nilgiri tahr. We stop for a rest at the same smooth rock pool we stopped at on the way in. After 2 hours we’re out of the forest and back in the tea plantation were we wait for our ride back to the reception. At the reception I have to wait for a different jeep to take me back to Munnar. There are some Nilgiri langurs in the trees and a giant squirrel. As I watch the squirrel he keeps coming closer. I’m so happy because I’m finally able to get a good close picture of a giant squirrel that I have been hoping to get the whole time I’ve been in India. On the drive back I see a small herd of Nilgiri tahrs and I again stop to take some photos.
In Munnar I go back to Vinayaga lodge and get my same room. I wash clothes and hang them to dry on the balcony. I go to the special shop that has the homemade cashew chocolate I can’t live without. I stock up with two 250 gram pieces because I am leaving Munnar tomorrow for good and don’t know if I’ll be able to find this mouthwatering chocolate anywhere else. I eat dinner at a sterile, generic looking Munnar Inn food court and surprisingly eat the best butter chicken and rice I’ve had, washed down with a mango shake. Mangoes are my favourite fruit after visiting Guimaras, a small island in the Philippines known for having the worlds sweetest mangoes. Unfortunately this isn’t the season for them now in India but cheap mango flavour drinks seem to be everywhere.
I watch a dubbed German horror flick called Anatomy but like all the movies I’ve watched on TV here, it was heavily censored. No swearing, drug use,nudity or excessive gore and violence on Indian TV. Which really sucks because those are all the things I like in movies!

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It’s March 3, I have 10 days left till I have to be in Mumbai for my flight home and I’m on my way to visit southern India’s most popular park, Periyar Tiger Reserve. Kumily, the small village I will be using as a base for visits to Periyar is 4 hours by bus from Munnar. The scenery is spectacular along the way with lush tea and cardamon plantations. We stop for a break halfway through as I have with many bus journeys. The problem with stopping is I never know how long we will be stopping for. Is it a 20 minute lunch break or a 5 minute bathroom break? I always have to be near the bus and keep and eye on it because they will leave without me. This time it’s different though. The conductor actually tells me and another foreigner on the bus that we will be stopping for 10 minutes. I like this and I wish more conductors were that thoughtful.

My first stop in Kumily is to the eco-tourist office. They offer a variety of programs in the park but the two that I’m interested in are the 3 day Tiger trail trek and a night hike. I sign up for the night hike tonight and the Tiger trail tomorrow. There is already a couple signed up for the trek so I will be joining them. I get a cozy elevated room on stilts for $9 at Coffee Inn. Its cool that its up on stilts but there’s no attatched bath. I eat dinner at the Jungle Cafe next door and then walk the 5 minutes to the entrance gate of the park.
The night hike covers 5km in 3 hours and begins at 8pm. An older British couple and I are the only ones going and I like that we are a small group. First we must sign the proper permits and get ready. Our guide gives us leech socks to put on. He doesn’t tell us what they are right away but I already knew. I wore leech socks in Borneo and wish I had brought them to Madagascar. I ask the guide if there are leeches out there because it has been dry lately and leeches are only abundant when it’s wet. He looks at me and takes his time to answer me, looking at me like I let the cat out of the bag or something. He says ‘maybe a few’ leeches but I don’t think there will be any but I go through the motions and put on the leech socks. They are thick and much cheaper quality than the pair I purchased in Borneo. They give the 3 of us flashlights but when I point mine in the trees the guide says they are only for looking on the ground to watch our step. I don’t like this, I like to be looking around for anything in the trees the guide might miss. I always thought the more eyes looking the better but the guide says the lights ‘ confuse’ him. I try to keep my totrch on the ground but sometimes can’t help myself and have to look around. The guide is mostly looking for animals on ground level but most of the animals I want to see and haven’t seen yet are in the trees, like slender loris, flying squirrel and even leopard cat. I’m not expecting anything on this night safari because we are not walking deep into the park and are only on the edge of the park forest and quite near the living quarters of the park workers.
Even though I’m not expecting anything from this night hike, I still find all night safaris very exciting and unpredictable. I’ve learned that the Indian forests can always have a surprise in store and not too judge them till I’ve experienced them. Day safaris are more about actually physically seeing the animal first, where are night safaris are more about first hearing the animal or seeing its eyeshine. Most animals have a layer behind their eye that reflect light back and this is the way to spot animals at night. Different animals have different color eyeshine. Clouded leopards in Borneo have blue eyeshine and caimans in Venezuela have red eyeshine. My own torch is the small, compact, durable waterproof Princeton Tec Quad. It runs on 3 AAA batteries and has 4 L.E.D. lights that run in 4 different modes. Its a perfect light for spotting eyeshine from a distance but the problem is that the light isn’t powerful enought to focus clearly on what I’m seeing. I can spot the animal but need a more powerful light to identify it. My night safari skills have improved since my trip last year to Madagascar. I did many night safaris there, some of them alone, and I spotted many nocturnal lemurs, chameleons and snakes. One of my guides told me I had a great eye. He was even surprised at the small animals I was spotting. This wasn’t the first time I had a guide tell me I had good eyes. I had a guide in Borneo tell me that if I stuck around for a while he could teach me to be a guide. Being a guide or ranger in a rainforest is kind of a dream job for me. Who knows, maybe someday it will become a reality.
We are walking at a snails pace when our guide spots some eyeshine low to the ground. He takes out his powerful torch to shine on the animal and it turns out to be a mouse deer. I get a great look at him for a few minutes but no photo. Mouse deer are the smallest type of deer and not much bigger than a rabbit at only 4kg. They are spread throughout peninnsular India but are nocturnal, which is the main reason I haven’t had too many opportunities to see them. They are the only species of deer found in southern India that I haven’t seen yet. I have been really lucky with my deer sightings in India. Out of the 9 species of deer, I have seen 6 – Spotted deer, Sambar deer, Barking deer, Swamp deer, Hog deer and Mouse deer. The other 3 – Himalayan Musk deer, Kashmir Red deer and Brow-Antlered deer are rare and with an extremely localized distribution. The Brow-Antlered deer is almost on the brink of extinction in India with approximately only 100 left and the Kashmir Red deer not far behind with about 400 left.
Halfway through the hike my feet are getting really sweaty from the leech socks and I haven’t seen a single leech yet, so I take them off. Seeing the Mouse deer was the highlight of the night safari but we do also see some sambar deer and wild boar. In my room I organize my pack for the 3 day Tiger trial trek I will be starting tomorrow. Again I am going minimalist and leaving my large pack behind.

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I’m at the park entrance at 9am and meet Eugene and Lily, an American couple my age that are in India for a 2 week holiday. We get along instantly and I have feeling it will be a good trek with them. This is the first trek they have done and the first time they have ever camped. We start out walking through the forest with our guide Pamelian. He seems skilled and can find animals but dishes out some misinformation. He says that strangler figs are parasites, they aren’t. I try to tell him this but its not changing his mind. He also says gaurs weigh up to 200kg, but they only weigh up to 1200kg. Also that the scientific name of the black monkey is the Nilgiri langur. Nilgiri langur is just another common name and not the scientific name. The scientific name is something in latin ( Trachypithecus johnii ) I tell him and he seems to believe me on this one.
Periyar is 777sq km and its main feature is a manmade lake formed by the British in 1895 by damming the Periyar river. The lake and nearby forests were declared a sanctuary in the 1930’s and became part of project tiger in 1977. We took a small raft across the lake and walked its shores until we came to our campsite an hour later. We had walked 10km from the reception area to reach our campsite. The camp was spartan at best. There were no table or chairs or any tarps to escape the sun though there were a few trees. We each got our own tent but no mattress or pillow. They supplied a sleeping bag but I wish I had brought my pillow and sleeping mat. The whole camp was surrounded by a 3m deep elephant trench. The camp has been here for almost 20 years but the elephant trench was newly dug. Pamelian said they had some problems with elephants coming into camp so the trench was dug to protect visitors. We have lunch and then go on a 15km hike in the afternoon. It’s a 4 hour hike through scrub forests and grassland and mostly in the sun. I’m super sweaty after the 4 hour hike where we saw elephants, gaur and some wild boar. I wash in the lake but Eugene and Lily are scared of parasites or something and don’t wash. The water is very warm. After dinner we sit around a fire. The stars are amazing and I see a few shooting stars.

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Last night was a new experience for me sleeping without a sleeping pad and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I think all the firm beds I’ve had on this trip have toughened me up. Before our breakfast of channa masala and puri ( breadlike doughy thing) we paddled on the lake for an hour and saw many birds of prey. We had time to kill before our afternoon hike and I spent it writing in my journal and sleeping. Lily’s stomach was bothering her and she didn’t feel like going on a long hike so I went on the hike with just the guide and a ranger with a gun for our protection. We see a large herd of gaur faily close and some wild boar. We take a rest in the forest and a Malabar giant squirrel traverses the canopy above me. I noticed him first by a trail of urine that was landing beside me. I looked up and saw the giant squirrel trying to pee on me! A few minutes later 2 more giant squirrels pass overhead and then another. Wow, I couldn’t believe it, 4 giant squirrels in 10 minutes. After 3 hours we arrive back at camp the same time Eugene and Lily are coming back from their paddle on the lake. They didn’t see anything but enjoyed being on the lake. Dinner is a mix of things. We again sit around by the fire and I see 4 shooting stars.
Our last morning in the park we’re up at 8.30 for breakfast and then walk walk back to the reception. I go back to the Coffee Inn and get a nicer room with attatched bath. Of course, the first thing I do after returning from a long trek is wash my clothes. After I’m done this I go out to eat lunch and do some shopping. With only a few days left before I have to go back home, I don’t care about the wieght of my pack anymore and by some books. I shed the fleece sweater I have been carrying for months that I haven’t used for months. I give it to the girl of a Spanish couple I meet hanging in the gazebo in the common area of the Coffee Inn. The girl is so happy, it fits her perfectly and she likes the color, so I’m glad someone is appreciating the sweater.

I met Eugene and Lily for dinner at Ambadi, a nice restaurant. I have a cold beer and a butter chicken. My description of previous delicious butter chickens prompts Lily to also have the butter chicken. We are both not disappointed. We part ways but might be up again in Mumbai. I’m on my way to Alleppy which is the houseboat capital of southern India and the place to organize a tour of the backwaters. This part of Kerala state is a mix 900km mix of canals, waterways and lakes and according to the Lonely Planet, renting a houseboat and cruising the backwaters is one of the ‘10 things to do before you die’. I have to take 2 buses to Alleppy, the first drops me in Changanacherry where I switch to a mega packed bus for the last hour to Alleppy. None of the places recommended in the guidebook stood out for me so I was open to staying anywhere. I got off the bus and was approached by a young guy touting his guesthouse, The Lemontree. The price was right so I went with him on the back of his scooter to check it out. They only had 3 rooms but the place was clean and it would do for a night. As I hung out with the guys that owned the guesthouse, 2 more backpackers arrived. We all went out for dinner. While looking for a place we ran into 2 other backpackers that had met on a boat earlier that day. We all joined forces to look for Kream Korner restaurnat which was eluding us. We were where the guidebook said it was but it took us a while to find it. I ate the special of the day, giant tiger prawns and washed it down with a chocolate shake, well kind of. While I was gently stirring my shake, the spoon broke a hole in the glass and the whole thing was in my lap! Unlike in the west where if this happened to me, restaurant staff would be running over, helping and apologizing, the Kream Korner staff hardly even realized what was happening. Nobody apologized and they reluctantly asked if I would like another drink. Needless to say, I didn’t feel guilty about not leaving a tip.
Ed, a 40 year old British guy in our group of 5 and is also looking to do a houseboat tour. We agree to meet up tomorrow morning and shop around for a tour. We meet at 9.30 and after breakfast at the Indian Coffee House we go to the tourist office. They show us a picture of the houseboat they have for rent and the price is about what I was expecting, $50 per person, which includes 3 meals, fuel, a driver and a cook for a 22 hour tour. Ed and I decide to go with them and went back to our respective hotels to get ready. I know the tour is only for 22 hours so I just pack my small pack and leave my large pack at The Lemontree and will pick it up tomorrow. I didn’t realize then how much I would regret this decision.
I meet Ed at the houseboat and we leave at noon. Our houseboat is small and only for 2 people. There is only one room with a bed but there is a bed in the open at the front of the boat which I will sleep on with my mosquito net up. The boat is very comfortable with chairs, table and small, upstairs balcony. We start our tour across a large lake and we see many other houseboats. Some of the houseboats are like floating hotels, 2 levels with many rooms and a large eating/common area. The local inhabitants of the backwaters are very friendly and wave as we go by. Many people live on a patch of reclaimed land that is only 4 -5 m wide surrounded by water. Its a surreal landscape and the bright sun glares off the flat water of the lake. There is a cooler on board with ice so I can have cold water, juice and beer. We pull over for lunch at a small patch of reclaimed land. We are a smaller boat and able to venture down some of the smaller canals. We explore the canals and lakes until about 5, when we anchor in the middle of a lake for the night. On the shores of the lake are many other anchored houseboats. It’s a calm and warm night and Ed and I sit on the balcony with a few beers. We crash late and I sleep fine but I’m awoken in the morning by local people going about their business.
I get up at 7.30 and have a coffee and 2 omelettes, Ed wasn’t hungry. We cruise slowly back to Alleppy and arrive at 10. Ed comes with me back to The Lemontree and I pick up my pack and pay for the previous night. I open the the top of my pack and the contents look a little shuffled around but I thought maybe my pack was just upside down or something. Ed and I take a combination of 3 buses to get us 3 hours south to the popular beach town of Varkala. In my room I unpack some of the bag and realize everything is in disarray. It’s like someone opened up my pack and then just threw everything back in . I’ve been on the road almost 4 months now and have a lot of stuff in my pack and I pack it a certain way everytime. It was obvious someone had been rummaging through my pack. Now I had to figure out what was missing. This was difficult because I had so much stuff in my backpack now. I figured out that a pair of boxers, a t shirt, a patch, my raincoat, a custom pair of pants from Varanasi and 500Rp ($12) were missing. I was furious, my blood was boiling. The guys from The Lemontree had ripped me off! It hurt me even more because I hung out with them and thought they were all cool guys and didn’t have any worries about my stuff being robbed. Even though the items weren’t extremely valuable, that wasn’t the point. I wanted justice, I couldn’t rest otherwise. I couldn’t let this go. I had to do something. I checked out of my room and put all my things in Ed’s room and decided to go back to Alleppy and confront Lemontree. I’ve never felt this angry before, I felt personally violated.
I had to make the same journey back that I just made. I arrived in Alleppy at 6pm and one of the guys from Lemontree was at the bus stand. I accussed him of stealing my stuff and he denied any knowledge of it but invited me back to Lemontree to clear it up. Along the way I met 3 German backpackers and asked them to come with me just in case things got hairy. They totally understood the situation and my anger and although they admired that I was seeking justice, they doubted that I would get any. I hung around The Lemontree for 30 minutes waiting for everyone to arrive. I was very angry and probably acted a bit over the top but I couldn’t help myself from raising my voice and using a lot of profanities. Everyone denied knowledge of the thefts from my backpack. I gave them an hour to sort it out amongst themselves. I went to eat at a stall beside the bus stand.
A funny thing happened to me on the walk back to Lemontree. An Indian guy in his mid 30’s was riding a bicycle on the road beside me and smiling a lot. Alleppy is a small town and this was away from the centre so there weren’t many people around. He asked me where I was sleeping that evening. I briefly explained the situation to him and told him I would be taking the bus back to Varkala to sleep. Then he asked again where I would be sleeping. I realized now that he didn’t understand much English. I just said ‘ Bus, Varkala, sleeping’. Then he asks me ‘ Do you like sex?’ This took me by surprise but now I understood why he was following me. I told him to go away, get out of here and leave me alone. I turned to look at him and he was making an obscene gesture with his finger in and out of his mouth. I told him again to leave me alone and he slowly road away. This isn’t the first time I’ve been hit on by gays in other countries. I don’t know what it is, why are they attracted to me. It was kind of a funny interlude to what was happening but I wasn’t in the mood to laugh. It will be a funny story to tell everyone at home.

I went back to Lemontree after an hour and they still denied everything and I I told them I would report the theft to Lonely Planet and tell every traveller I met not to stay there. If I wasn’t leaving India in 5 days I would have gotten the police involved. It was now almost 9 but I didn’t feel like sleeping in Alleppy so I got on my first bus back to Varkala. I was still pissed and frustrated but I felt a bit better knowing that I at least tried to get justice.
I met Ed at a bar in Varkala for a beer at 11.30. Since I checked out of my room, Ed let me sleep on the extra bed in his room for the night. Before this all happened I was thinking to myself what a successful trip its been in terms of not losing anything or having anything stolen. Not anymore. I’ve never been so blatantly robbed like this. I had just unpacked most of my pack the night before I slept at Lemontree because I bought some souvenirs after the Tiger trial trek and had to make them into my pack. I had no doubt that it was anyone other than the guys at Lemontree who took my stuff. So, if you’re headed to southern India, let this be a warning against staying at Lemontree, spread the word.
I just wanted to do nothing else but relax in Varkala my last few days but I had to go south on the train for an hour to Trivandrum to change the date on my flight back to Mumbai. I mistakenly booked it for a day too late and could only change it at the airline office in Trivandrum. This all went very smoothly and I was back in Varkala in 4 hours. I met Ed on the beach and we went for a drink. Now I could relax.
Varkala is a really cool beach town. All the accomodation, restaurants and shops are on the edge of a steep cliff and below is the beach. There is a sidewalk all along the top of the cliff. Varkala is a very popular place and I saw the most backpackers here than anywhere else in India. Though I did skip Goa and the Taj Mahal, 2 of India’s most popular destinations where I’m sure there were more foriegners. Goa was out of my way and is mostly a hangout and party beach place that I didn’t care if I missed. The Taj Mahal was also out of my way and I didn’t care if I saw it or not.
Ed and I would walk the strip in the evening and check out all the different restaurants that had the catch of the day resting in a bucket of ice in front of the their places. Most places offered the same deal and we finally settled on one. All I wanted to eat was grilled fish. Grilled fish, veggies and rice is my favourite staple meal and since I haven’t been near the coast until now I haven’t been able to have it. We both have butterfish and it’s really tasty. The weather here is hot and humid, day and night and is exactly the type of weather I love but haven’t experienced much of in India.
My last full day in Varkala I wake up not feeling the greatest. I think all the stress and travelling I put myself through the last few days is taking its toll and I just take it easy the whole day. It’s my last full day with nothing to do before I start to travel back to Mumbai. I walk around Varkala and buy a few more souvenirs. Ed and I have our last dinner together and I eat grilled fish, veggies and rice for the last time.
I say bye to Ed the next morning and begin the long journey back to Mumbai. I take a cab to the train station and an hour long train to Trivandrum. My flight to Mumbai is 3 hours in total but this includes a stop in Goa. The flight was smooth and hassle free. I arrive in Mumbai just as the sun is setting and share a cab with a couple from Norway to the backpacker area of Colaba. While we sit in a huge traffic jam, I notice giant fruit bats are flying overhead out in search of food for the night. I’m really surprised to see them in the heart of the city. They must have to fly a long way to find food. I have heard accomodation is notoriously booked up in Mumbai so I booked at room at Hotel Maria a few days back. My room was on the third floor and was way overpriced for what I got but I had also heard this about Mumbai. I walked around looking for something to eat but nothing was catching my eye. I didn’t know what I was in the mood for until I saw a Subway. I haven’t had a sub in at least 6 months and was really craving one all of a sudden. It really it the spot. I felt like I was back in Canada being in there.

Mumbai is a huge, dirty, polluted city with some modern areas but I didn’t like at all and wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, so after I ate I just watched TV in my room. I have met other backpackers who said they liked Mumbai but I knew I wouldn’t like it before I even got there.
My flight left at the sleepless time of 2.40am. Checkout time was noon but for almost half the price of the room the owner let me stay in my room till 10pm. My last day in Mumbai was spent shopping for last minute souvenirs. I bought a lot of nice things thought it was tiring day walking around and bargaining with everyone. I went back to Subway again for dinner and went to see a movie before I had to leave.

I always have mixed feelings before I return home. I’m happy and look forward to seeing my friends, family, cat, my plants and playing drums and mountain biking again among many other things. But on another hand I’m reluctant to be leaving life on the road again and go back to ‘reality’. After 4 months on the road, travelling has really become a part of me and the lifestyle I live on the road seems like my reality but my reality is at home, living and working in Canada. Or is it?

Comments (1) Nov 17 2008

Southwest India part 1 Jan 15 – Feb. 15 2008

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Southwest India
My flight was at 11.20 in the morning. I took an autorickshaw to the airport at 10 am. The flight left right on time and after an hour and ten minutes landed in Pune. We stopped here for 30 minutes and then landed in Bangalore 15 minutes ahead of schedule after an hour and 5 minute flight. Bangalore is a horrible huge city. Massive traffic, choking pollution, poverty, fumes and concrete everywhere. I immediately took a taxi to the bus station to go to Mysore. Another really nice deluxe bus took me the final 2 and a half hours to Mysore.
 
From the bus station I walked around and finally found a room at Hotel Luciya after checking 3 other hotels that were full. I ate at a small local restaurant across the street and crashed. It had been a long travel day that was finally over and I was in a city that I thought I was going to like and I did after only being here for a short time. I could tell I would like this place, the guidebook helped me pick it, recommending it as a likable city with interesting sights but it was also useful to me as a base for exploring nearby national parks.
 
I had planned on visiting the tourist office, the forest department and maybe the maharajas palace today but that all changed 5 minutes after I left my hotel to go out for breakfast. I went to the Indra Paras cafe and saw an Aussie couple who I saw for a brief moment the night before at the front desk of a hotel that was full. I decided to join them and was glad I did. Brandon and Selk were from Perth, which is basically the main place I stayed when I was in Australia in 1998 visiting my brother who was going to the University of Western Australia. They even knew band members of my favourite Aussie band – Adam Said Galore, so that was really cool. After breakfast they invited me to visit Chamundi Hill with them, a large hill with an important temple on it and only 20 minutes by local bus. I probably wouldn’t have visited it on my own but went with them just to hang out. I could do my errands tomorrow. I’m not too much into visiting city sights and don’t feel like I’m missing out if I don’t see anything while in the cities.
 
The temple was interesting but I was more interested in the views from the hill which were good but a haze lingered in the distance. We descended 1000 steps back to ground level and then took an autorickshaw back to the city center. Selk wasn’t feeling good due to a fall she took on the steps so she went back to their room to rest. Brandon and I went out to eat lunch. Brandon had heard about a Shiite Muslim festival going on in town from the front desk guy at his hotel. Today was the seventh day of the 10 day festival and one of the most important days. Today men would parade down the street performing self flagellation and since I had only seen this on TV before I was very keen to see it in person.
 
After lunch Selk still wasn’t feeling good so Brandon and I left and finally found a good street corner from which to watch the action. There were no foreigners around since this type of thing isn’t much publicized or in Lonely Planet. While we waited some angry voice was preaching over a loudspeaker in some distant language.The parade started with a horse covered with a bloody sheet and fake arrows. Next came a group of young kids about 8 – 13 in age. The parade is basically about showing your devotion to Islam by self mutilation. The kids had a razor blade in their hand which they cut either their chest or forehead and then proceeded to pound the cut area. It was pretty disturbing to see these young kids with blood pouring down their face or chest. I had expected to see men,not young boys doing this. They would stop in an area and chant ‘ Hussain, Hussain’, ( I must admit, I’m pretty ignorant and ill informed on the whole thing, so I don’t know exactly who Hussain is, sorry) while performing their self mutilation. After 5 minutes in the same area they would walk another 10 M and then do it again.
 
The groups of men got progressively older and some of the older men were really bloody. They would really freak out hitting themselves. I could see the blood splatting in the air and into everyone’s open wounds. It didn’t look like the most hygienic or safe thing to be involved in. It all became very real for me when I felt a few blood specks hit me in the face. I immediately went further back in the crowd and wiped off the blood. I couldn’t see where all the blood was and was grateful when some local kids pointed at my face. I just gave them a tissue and they wiped off the blood. I don’t carry much with me when wandering a city but I always carry some tissue. A detailed inspection of myself when I got back to my hotel room revealed blood on my hat, shirt and pants which came off when I washed them. It was almost too much and kind of gross to get blood on my face so I watched the rest of the parade from a safe distance. I got a few good photos before getting hit and felt I didn’t need too many photos anyway. We watched the whole parade pass us and felt satisfied with what we had seen so Brendon and I left to get a tea and talk about what we saw. We had both seen this type of thing on TV but seeing it in real life is really full on and we both agreed seeing the kids was unexpected and the most disturbing part of it all.
 
If I had not met Brendon and Selk I would have never seen this and in a strange way this has become one highlight of my trip. I had never expected to see anything like this anywhere unless I actively searched it out so I had felt privileged to have seen it. We both went back to our respective rooms and then met up again at 7.30 for dinner. After dinner we went to an internet cafe until 9.30. I had felt an itch on my back and felt a few mosquito like bites, but didn’t think I could have been bit while I was on the internet. The only thing I could attribute it too was bedbugs in my room or an ant that got in my shirt somehow. I looked at them when I got back to my room and saw that I had 6 large bites all in a row which are characteristic of bedbugs. I have been very lucky to not have experienced bedbugs hardly ever in all my travels. They also bit me on the side of my hand and my leg. I had my mossie net up so I was sure it wasn’t mossies getting me at night. There’s not much to do against bedbugs but I think next time I’ll take off the bedding and use my own camp bed and see how that goes. I went to bed scratching myself.
 
I met Selk and Brendon for breakfast but after that they had to leave. I was on my own again. I walked to the tourist office which couldn’t give me the info I wanted so I carried on to the Forest Department office. Along the way the busy street was lined with huge fig trees with their spectacular secondary roots hanging down, similar to the trees used to make the root bridges in the northeast. I got the information I was looking for from the Forest Department. The main thing being that the accommodation at the 2 close national parks was fully booked on weekends so avoid weekends at all costs. The weekend was coming up and I didn’t want to stay in Mysore for another few days even though the city wasn’t bad, I wanted to do something else. I decided to go to Hampi and relax there for 5 days or so and then come back to Mysore and visit the national parks during the week.
 
There are no direct buses to Hampi only to Hospet which is about 30 minutes from Hampi. There is only one bus direct to Hospet from Mysore during the day. It’s a ordinary government bus but I didn’t care, I didn’t need a nice bus all the time and I didn’t want to go to Bangalore to switch to a nice bus. It’s only a 9 hour journey anyway. The bus left on time at 1pm and I had a soft window seat. The scenery was nothing amazing but the road itself was interesting. Almost all the way from Mysore until it got dark, huge fig trees lined both sides of the road. Their huge dangling secondary roots hung over the road just above the height of the bus, lingering like an earthly chandelier. These trees always gave me something to look at while I listened to my ipod.
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To me it’s essential for any journey to have music to listen to. I don’t know how these other travellers do it, just sitting there with no music. Music is a big part of my life back home. I play drums, guitar and bass and for the past year had been jamming with friends almost once a week. Last year on a 4 month trip to Madagascar and South Africa, my refurbished Ipod died on me half way through my trip. This killed me, it was so depressing not having any of my own music for 2 months. I didn’t even want to travel anywhere because I had no tunes along the way, but of course I still travelled. I’ve gone through all the technology as I have travelled over the years. I had cassettes and a walkman at first, then graduated up to a mini disc player for a few years and now to an Ipod, which has gradually been increasing in storage capacity until I got to my current 30 GB Ipod. I just purchased it in 2007 and it has video capabilities and I took advantage of these. I put a few movies on it, a season of South Park, a season of Simpsons and hundreds of short podcasts of National Geographic specials and an ultra violent comical cartoon known as Happy Tree Friends.
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The 350 km journey was taking a little longer than the 9 hours I had expected, but it wasn’t the bus. We kept a steady pace and only stopped for minutes at a time. I was wondering when we were going to arrive since it had already been 10 hours and we were still 100 km away from Hospet. We finally arrived at 1 am, 12 hours later! I went straight to a hotel and crashed. The next morning I took an autorickshaw to Hampi.
  I took a boat across the Tungabhadra river flowing through Hampi because the other side of the river is suppose to be more relaxed. I had planned on staying for 5 or 6 days here so I wanted a place I really liked. I found that place at Mowgli Guesthouse. I had my own thatched roof circular bungalow with attached bath and its own covered swing out front. It was lucky number 13 ( the same number of the jeep I saw my first tiger in Kanha national park ),furthest away from the restaurant and the reception area was blocked by a few trees, so I had my privacy. I could easily stay here for 5 days.
 
Hampi was the center of a huge Hindu empire until the 15th century. It’s known for its many temples and ruins set amongst a boulder strewn landscape. I spent my second day there wandering around on foot. I went to the top of Hemakuta hill to get my bearings and see the layout of the land. It was huge boulders different shades of brown and rolling hills as far as I could see. I could also see many of the temple complexes I would be visiting in the following days and planned a route. I met an Australian couple up there and hung out with them for the day. Unfortunately they were staying on the Hampi bazaar side of the river so we couldn’t hang out in the evening since the last boat across the river leaves at 6pm.
 
While waiting for the last boat with many other backpackers I struck up a conversation with a British couple and ending up hanging out with them for the night. We ate at the guesthouse next door to Mowgli, the Shanti guesthouse, which had low tables and cushions to sit on overlooking the rice paddies. A very relaxing place, which I had ended up eating at every night. I ate breakfast at my guesthouse but they played a lot of music I didn’t like so I didn’t want to spend my evenings there. I discovered that Shanti has a few eating areas and one of them shows nightly movies.I spent a few nights watching flicks.
 
The next 2 days in Hampi I rented a bicycle to check out the spaced apart ruins. There are some very impressive ruins here with elaborate carvings that reminded me a lot of the carvings I saw in Angkor Wat. They must be related somehow and it would be interesting to know if their histories are interconnected. Most of the ruins are free and safe to walk around in but the best of the bunch you have to pay to see ($5). I bought a ticket to the massive elephant stables and then finished my day at the jewel of the Hampi ruins, the Vittala temple, a walled in temple complex close to Hampi bazaar. I was impressed and it was worth the money.
 
I had come to Hampi with the intention of spending my 31st birthday here on January 24. I either wanted to be in the forest or in a nice quiet place and Hampi fit my requirements nicely.I ate breakfast with a Canadian guy and Dutch guy who I had been seeing around Mowgli. After hanging out with them for a few hours I went over to Hampi bazaar. I like to treat myself in some way on my birthday and after I wandered around the ruins close to Hampi, I went for a 90 minute Ayurvedic massage with essential oils. It felt great and was a good way to end the afternoon. I realized after the masseur was finished that 2 hours had passed. I gave a nice tip and went back to my room to shower and read before dinner.
 
I went to Shanti for a tasty cashew masala dinner with plain rice and a big Kingfisher (650 ml) beer. I drank a beer almost every night in Hampi, mostly because it was available, cold and reasonably priced. I usually like to enjoy a beer most nights when I’m in a city but in India beer is not widely available, at least not in the places I was eating. I could have counted the number of beers I’ve had on one hand before coming to Hampi, so it was nice to have a cold beer with my meals. My birthday was enjoyable and very low key with no significant events but I still had fun.
 
I ate lunch on my birthday at the recommended Mango Tree restaurant. A very cool restaurant with terraced seating and views of rice paddies and the river. After I ate I noticed a color pamphlet with the Indian Sloth bear on it. I began to read it when a waiter gave me a black and white information sheet which I mistakenly thought was for the same place. But after some confusion and a repeat visit back to Mango Tree I realized the color sheet was just about rescuing sloth bears from performing since they are used by local people to perform and earn money as dancing bears. It’s a very cruel practice and this color sheet was information about it and how they rescued 130 bears so far and how you can send money to help their cause. I had never seen a dancing bear here or even heard about anyone else seeing one so I think it is becoming less common, which is good news for the bears. The black and white sheet was about the Daroji bear sanctuary near Hampi where is possible to see sloth bears. This is what I was interested in doing because although sloth bears are found throughout India they can be hard to see. This seemed like my best chance for seeing India’s most widespread bear.
 
There are 4 species of bear in India. The sun bear is only found in the northeast, which is the world’s smallest bear, weighing from 27 kg to 65 kg. The Himalayan brown bear and Asiatic black bear are both found only in isolated pockets in the foothills of the Himalayas.
I asked about visiting the sanctuary at a travel agency on my birthday to get specifics about transportation, entry fee and so on, for myself and to pass on to some of the guys I had been eating breakfast with who expressed some interest in visiting the sanctuary. But when it came down to it, no one was interested. Hampi is filled with backpackers and hippies who seem to just want to get stoned and drunk and hangout, which is fine but I can do that at home! While I’m in India I want to do stuff and doing stuff costs money which these people weren’t willing to part with. Everyone I met in Hampi had come from Goa. Goa is a tiny Indian province known for beaches and a party atmosphere. I had thought about going there to hang out on a beach for a few days but changed my mind when it wasn’t on my way anywhere. I didn’t feel like I would be missing out on anything. I didn’t have much in common with some of the people I met in Hampi, they weren’t interested at all in seeing animals or visiting national parks.I thought ‘ forget about them, I don’t need them to go with me’ and decided to visit the sanctuary on my own.
I hired a car from the travel agent guy who was very helpful with providing information.The road is only paved half way and with bears roaming around it’s not a good idea to use a rickshaw or a bike. The owner of the travel agency decided to come along because he had friends at the sanctuary who could get us closer to the bears. It took almost an hour to drive the 30 km to the sanctuary. The landscape was still many large boulders and dry scrub forest. I was the only person visiting the sanctuary at the time. We climbed to the top of a hill where there is a lookout tower for observing the bears. Opposite the hill was another hill with caves in which the bears resided. The sanctuary put out honey and garlic to entice the bears into the open. We arrived at 2.30 and were told sometimes the bears don’t come out till 5.30 and sometimes they don’t come out at all. I began to play the waiting game and started to read.
 
  After an hour I glanced up and saw a black shape moving on the other hill. My first Indian sloth bear! Then another came out, then another….in total there were 5 bears. They began eating the garlic. There were already peacocks around and 2 huge wild boars came out. There was also 2 ruddy mongooses, which were a new species for me. It was quite a scene all playing out in a very small area. I could see the bears through the binoculars ok but they were far away. The travel agent, Ragu, persuaded one of the workers to take me closer. It wasn’t his good friend but the guy was willing to do it for a bribe ($12). We climbed down the hill and rushed closer towards the bears. They couldn’t see us coming due to the vegetation. The guy was almost running and constantly looking back. It seemed like he was more worried about getting caught by his boss than he was about the bears!  It was exciting to be running towards the potentially dangerous bears on foot. We stopped when we got to within about 20m of them and hid under a tree. I took some photos and watched the bears through my binoculars. Sloth bears are all black except for a dirty light brown patch on their chest. They weigh up to 145 kg and use their powerful claws to tear open termite mounds. They suck up termites and ants through a gap in their mouth caused by missing front incisors.They also have a very shaggy coat that looks like a wild hairdo. The bears didn’t pay much attention to us, which is good because sloth bears can be very aggressive. I was told they were responsible for more attacks on people than tigers. One of them ripped a guide’s nose off at Kanha National Park! But for some reason I didn’t feel like I was in any danger.
 
The guy promised me 5 or 10 minutes up close but after one minute he was urging us to leave already. I didn’t want to leave yet, this was not worth the bribe, which I hadn’t paid yet. I stuck around for an extra minute and then reluctantly left. I talked with Ragu voicing my disappointment for the short time up close and he said he would talk with the guy and wouldn’t give him our agreed bribe price. Ok, I thought that was fair. We went back to the lookout hill and a few Indians had arrived to watch the bears. The worker was worried about them seeing us and we arrived minutes before they got to the top of the hill, so the guy was safe. We left the sanctuary and I got back to Hampi just in time to take the last boat across the river. I was so happy that I decided to visit the sanctuary and was rewarded with 2 new animals species for me. It was worth the money (in total around $30) and as far as I’m concerned the guys who didn’t come with me missed out.
 
The day after seeing the bears I decided to leave Hampi. I really liked it there but 6 days was enough time and I wanted to get to some more national parks. According to the forest department in Mysore, the 2 national parks near Mysore, Bandipur and Nagarahole are fully booked on weekends but relatively quiet during the week. I planned to spend the weekdays at the parks. The buses leaving Hampi are all overnight so I had the day to kill. I met Steve, an Englishman, who was staying at Mowgli. He wanted someone to go with him to a nearby reservoir where there was a cliff jump. He needed someone to film him jump off it. Sounded like fun so I joined him. He already had a rented motto and in ten minutes we were at the reservoir. Steve had heard about a very high jump from the top of 3 boulders but as we got there and saw the jump it didn’t look good. The jump was doable but the steep climb up the rocks looked very dangerous, I wasn’t going to attempt it. The cliff itself was about 10m high and that looked fun enough for me. Steve kind of tried to climb up with the help of a local but decided against it after getting half way up. I filmed him with his camera jumping off the cliff which was a big deal for him. He had to get hyped up to do it. Myself ? I just jumped off, no biggie, heights don’t bother me. We hung out there for a while and then went to the Mango Tree for lunch. Steve had already bought his ticket for the night bus so I was happy that we would be travelling together to Mysore. However, Steve was a bit of a scatterbrain and changes his mind a lot and in the end he decided to stay in Hampi. This kind of sucked but also worked out good for me since he sold me his ticket on the sleeper bus for half the price.
 
I left Hampi on an autorickshaw which I shared with an Australian couple. We left at 9pm to go to the main bus station in Hospet. There were no morning buses to Mysore, only overnight buses from Hospet. The sleeper bus left at 11pm and was filled with backpackers. I got my own small bunk on the upper level at the back of the bus. It was a soft bed but the bumpy road made for a hellish journey and I hardly slept at all. The good thing was that we arrived in Bangalore 2 hours before I thought we would. From Bangalore I had to get a bus to Mysore. I met Dan, another Englishman and we shared the autorickshaw to the bus station. It was 2 hours to get to Mysore and then Dan and I went out for breakfast.
 
I decided to give Hotel Luciya another shot in another room, hoping it to be bed bug free. I met Dan at 6 in the evening and we went out to eat.  We ate in a cool rooftop restaurant. Mysore is nicely blessed with 12 cinemas but only one of them had an English movie playing. It was John Rambo, the fourth and latest installment in the Rambo series which I had been wanting to see ever since I saw a trailer in the summer. I couldn’t convince Dan to join me so I went alone. The cinema was packed with Indian men. It was a huge cinema with good sound. Indian men are a rowdy bunch and at many parts in the movie they felt it necessary to yell and whistle loudly. This was annoying but what could I do. They also smoked obviously not caring about the no smoking signs. Even with all this I still enjoyed the movie. Sure, there is no great acting or oscar winning scenes but it was very entertaining. Stallone directed it and wrote most of it and he didn’t skimp on the gory action. It was sunday night and tomorrow I would leave for Bandipur National Park.

Bandipur and Nagarahole are 2 national parks both within 3 hours of Mysore. I had planned to visit both of these during the week. Monday and tuesday at Bandipur and then wednesday and thursday at Nagarahole and then back to Mysore for friday night. I went to the forest department in Mysore to find information about entry fees, safari fees and accommodation. The officer told me accommodation must be booked well in advance if I want to stay at the park’s cottages, unless I go during the week when it’s not usually booked up. The cottage price for Bandipur was reasonable but the cottages at Nagarahole were pricey and just over my budget but would be ok for 2 nights. My budget has been going so well that a few days over budget won’t affect my daily budget at all. Also, food, the entry fee and safari fees were the cheapest I’ve seen in any park.
My last question was about the wildlife in the parks. Would I see anything? How were the parks? The forest department officer was less than enthusiastic and told me I wouldn’t see anything at either park. It’s not the season, he said. The season is from May to October which is kind of opposite of most parks in India. I didn’t care what he said anyway. I had planned on visiting these 2 parks and I knew I would see something, even if it was just more of the usual suspects. I also wanted to go just to get out of the city and spend some more time in nature.

The bus only took 2 hours to get to the reception and accommodation area of Bandipur since a main road cuts through the park. I couldn’t get a hold of the forest office in Mysore to book my room ahead of time so I had to wait until 6pm to find out if I had a room but I was confident I would get one. I stored my large pack in Mysore and was travelling minimalist style again.

Bandipur is open from am to am and then again from 4pm to 6pm. They run safaris in a 25 seater minibus, if there’s enough people. A 45 minute ride in the minibus costs only 85 cents and my entry was only $5. My first safari left at 4.30pm and was packed full of loud, rude and smelly Indians. Everyone is supposed to keep quiet but nobody pays attention to this rule and there is always some shushing going on. I had really lowered my expectations for seeing animals in this park because it was off season and I was in a loud minibus full of loud people. We drove the main road for a minute and then entered the scrub forest that makes up most of Bandipur. I wasn’t in intense safari mode yet and was caught completely off guard when after only 5 minutes in the forest a leopard crossed right in front of the bus and went into the lantana bushes on my side of the bus! Unfortunately, I couldn’t get my camera out in time to get a photo and could just barely see the leopard hanging out in the lantana bushes. We only stayed a minute and it was so annoying that no one on the bus would shut up. We saw the usual suspects on the rest of the safari and returned back to the park at 5.15. As soon as we got back I walked right into reception and bought a ticket for the last safari at 6pm. A lone elephant made an appearance along with the usual suspects.
I got a room in the Harini cottage which was furthest from the road and very quiet. Dinner was a simple,cheap (40 cents) and tasty thali consisting of dahl soup, rice, chapathi and curried potatoes and cauliflower. There was hardly anybody staying at the park that night. I took my chair outside and sat in the dark and stargazed. Spotted deer also sleep in the park grounds. During the day, spotted deer, bonnet macaques, hanuman langurs and wild boar were all seen roaming around. I didn’t have to go anywhere to see animals here.

There were 3 things I really liked about Bandipur that have been hard to find at other parks. First,entry fees and safari fees were very cheap. Second, the safari minibus always went very slow, 20 km an hour, which was very good for looking around and not missing anything. Third, the park reception and accommodation were the only thing around for at least 15 km, except for a few private lodges about 4 km away. There were no private lodges here or restaurants, only a very small village for staff workers which was very quiet. This is the type of accommodation and park set up I have been looking for. Although it was on a main road, the traffic at night was minimal and hard to hear from my cottage.

I got up at 6.30 to make sure I didn’t miss the first safari. It left at about 7 and was almost full. Nothing unusual this time though, just the usual suspects. I again went straight into reception after returning and bought a ticket for the next safari. It was a funny thing here and strange. The safaris were cheap and short and yet hardly any of the same people went for 2 safaris in a row. Indians have a misconception about wildlife in the parks. They think they can just show up and see a tiger or 2, maybe some elephants and then go back home. There are signs at every park informing visitors that this is a wild place and the park doesn’t control the movement of animals and any animal sighting is a matter of luck and chance, so don’t complain to staff if you don’t see anything.

 The second morning safari was just as uneventful as the first but I didn’t mind. I was here to do safari and that’s what I was going to do, animals or no animals. We did see fresh tiger pug marks in the sandy road so I knew there were tigers here. A guide sat beside me on one safari and I asked him about animal sightings. He said he saw a tiger just 5 days ago and also saw wild dogs many times. I had been thinking about wild dogs lately and how much I would love to see them. The Field Guide to Indian Mammals states that Bandipur and Nagarahole are the best places to see these wild canines. I’m in the right spot, just has to be the right time.

I crashed after my breakfast after the 2 morning safaris. The first afternoon safari left at 4pm. It was again filled with loud Indians who were starting to piss me off with their constant chatter. It was cheap for safari and I couldn’t really complain though I would pay more to go with less people.

The safari started out like many others, the usual suspects were around. Actually there were more sambar deer than I have seen at any other park. The driver of the minibus was pretty good at spotting animals but would only stop for a minute for photos. But he didn’t see a freshly killed carcass of a spotted deer that I saw, so I asked him to stop. It was just off the road in the grass and had a bowling ball size chunk taken out of its stomach, most likely just killed by a tiger. I had just finished reading a book by Jim Corbett, an Englishman who lived in India in the early 1900′s. He would be hired out to kill known man eating tigers and leopards. He vividly described how he would stalk them and their behaviour towards their kills. I felt pretty knowledgeable about it all and from Jim I learned that a tiger never goes far from its kill. We probably scared the tiger away with our loud minibus and he left to hide in the surrounding bush until we left. I knew he was watching us. Shortly after that someone in the bus asked the driver to stop and reverse and as soon as I looked back I knew why. I had been busy scanning the road in front of the bus and generally everything on ground level on my side of the bus,so I was totally shocked to see that I had missed a huge leopard sleeping in the crotch of a tree just off the side of the road! I couldn’t believe it, another leopard! Even though there are about 10 times more leopards in India than tigers, tigers are seen more often. This time I was able to get a few shots of the elusive sleeping giant since he was on my side of the bus. He opened his eyes to acknowledge us but hardly payed any attention and I watched him close his eyes again through my binoculars. This was the best leopard sighting I have ever had. I could stay all day watching a leopard or tiger do whatever they are going to do but we had to leave after only a few minutes. That’s one of the major drawbacks to the short and cheap safaris. The more expensive safaris we could sit as long as we wanted.

The leopard was gone when the bus came around in the second safari but a huge elephant we had seen on the first safari was now on the road and coming straight for us! The driver sensibly stopped the bus but as the elephant got closer it was apparent that he wasn’t moving out of the way and we were in trouble. The driver started backing up the bus and the elephant kept the same pace coming right at us. This was exciting and kind of scary at the same time. I wasn’t sure what the driver was going to do and then the driver made a bold decision and put the bus in drive and swerved around the elephant, just missing him. I could have touched the elephant with my hand out the window! It was then I realized that this massive pachyderm was the same height as the bus. Lots of excitement and close encounters on these 2 afternoon safaris, India never fails to amaze me. After dinner I took a hot bucket shower and again stargazed behind my cottage.  I thought about all the animals I saw and even had dreams about leopards.

The morning safari brought more of the usual suspects until the very end when we saw a mongoose. That was cool and I was happy to see that but other people were disappointed that we didn’t see ‘anything’.

I met a French couple on my last morning safari at Bandipur. They hired a minivan from Mysore and left at 5am in order to reach Bandipur for the first safari around 7. They don’t have much time left and were going back to Mysore and offered me a lift. I ate breakfast, packed and left with them 20 minutes later. They dropped me off at the bus station so I could get a bus to Nagarahole and not spend an unnecessary night in Mysore. I ate lunch and waited for my bus. There is suppose to be a direct bus to Nagarahole but as one bus was leaving the conductor tells me this is the bus I want but I have to switch buses later. His English wasn’t good and there was no one else around to ask about a direct bus and the bus was leaving right then so I reluctantly jumped on.
 
After 3 hours we stopped in Gonikoppal where I had to switch to another bus. This bus also functioned as the school bus dropping off all the kids after school. The further I got off the beaten track the more uncomfortable the buses became but also the more friendlier the people became. Lots of people smiled and waved and talked to me. It seems like Indian’s have a collective unconsciousness when talking to a foreigner. All over the country they ask the same questions, in almost the same order.
“From what country are you?”
“What is your good name, sir?”
“Are you married?” ( I’m not, which usually leads to the follow up question) “Why not?”
“How old are you?”
“How do you find India?”
“What is your profession?”
Upon hearing the answer to this question, many Indians even want to know what my salary is. These questions don’t bother me because I can ask them all right back if I want to.

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I got off in the small village of Kutta where I had to hire a jeep to take me the last 12 km to Nagarahole reception and accommodation area. I arrived at 5.45pm, reception closes at 6. I got my way, way overpriced room ($40 but only worth at most $10) and took a hot bucket shower. Dinner here was as tasty and cheap as it was at Bandipur. Nagarahole is the same set up as Bandipur but the accommodation is on a less used road. There is nothing around here at all, it’s very quiet, no private lodges or restaurants. I really liked it here. It appeared I was the only overnight visitor.
 
I got up at 6.30am to get the first safari but was very disappointed and frustrated to learn there was no one else around to go and this is usual for most mornings. It’s because it’s off season, they told me. So here I am paying a shitload for my room and in the middle of the forest of Nagarahole but I can’t visit the park. It’s so frustrating so I just go back to bed. Spotted deer, bonnet macaques and hanuman langurs hang around the park grounds and I can watch them out my window. I grab a chair and read outside. I eat lunch. Sidappa, the ‘room boy’ asks me if I’m interested in sharing a jeep with 2 Indian couples to go see a waterfall. I don’t really care about seeing a waterfall but it’s a cheap price and I have nothing else to do. This might be all I do today, I thought, if no one shows up for the afternoon safari.
 
Only the guy of one couple talks to me, I think because his English is the best of the group. They are all really friendly and once we reach the waterfall, they pay my small entrance fee. The falls are nothing amazing but in an area of nice forest with tall trees and some macaques around. I don’t want to stay too long though as I’m anxious to get back to the park to do the afternoon safari. We stop on the way back for tea and again, they pay for mine.
 
On the drive back to the park, we see a gaur far from the road. We get back to the park at 5.30 and the minibus is just returning from a safari. Damn, I thought I missed out but I ask at reception and tell them there are 3 of us and they say we can go on the last safari. Since there is only 3 of us we take a jeep instead of the minibus, I like this much better. It’s 5.45pm and we are losing daylight fast so there is no time for me to pay my entry fee and safari fee. I can do it tomorrow. I ask our driver who just came from driving the minibus if they saw anything. He says no, but I know that no just means they didn’t see a tiger or anything big. He says they saw wild dog. Shit, I missed out on wild dog. I ask the driver to take us to the spot where they saw them. We start the safari and 2 minutes in he stops and points and says this is where they saw the wild dog. Luckily they are still there, a small pack of 3 wild dogs lying down a bit far from the road. They get up and just walk along parallel to the road and although they are too far from the road for a good photo I can see them clearly through my binoculars.
The wild dog or dhole is a uniquely Asian handsome canine with a rich rust brown coat and a bushy black tail. Pack size varies according to the season. They hunt in packs of 6 or 7 and begin to eat their prey before its dead, cleaning it right to the bone in a few hours. I’m so happy that I was able to see this elusive carnivore which numbers only 5000 – 8000 in India.
A bit further on we see a side striped mongoose, which is also a new species for me. Its hanging around the skeletonized carcass of a spotted deer which was eaten by the wild dogs. He’s not frightened of the jeep and I am able to watch him for a few minutes and get photos.
 
This safari was great before we even saw any animals because there is just the 3 of us, the wife is sitting up front and it’s just me and the Indian gentleman in the back, whose name, of course, I have forgotten. It’s like my own personal safari and we can stop and go when we want. A few gaur are feeding in the undergrowth and of course there is the usual – many spotted deer, a few sambar deer,hanuman langurs and bonnet macaques.
We round a corner just as a medium sized elephant is crossing the road in front of us. As we approach slowly we see that he is just one of a line of elephants that are crossing the road. We can see 4 of them as we keep getting closer. We stop for a few minutes and let one cross in front of us. Another elephant is on the left side of the road and wasn’t crossing yet to join his herd on the right so we started to drive past him. As we began to drive the elephant began running parallel to the jeep and was trumpeting very loudly and angrily. He dropped the mouthful of grass right out of his mouth he was so pissed. My heart ( and I think everyone else’s) started racing. I had never been this close to an elephant that was this pissed. We stopped and he crossed the road just in front of us and continued to trumpet loudly on the other side of the road. We quickly got to a safe distance because there was an even bigger elephant behind him and we didn’t know what he was going to do. We are tiny compared to them but I still felt safe in the jeep.
The other elephant didn’t come after us so we stopped. It was then that I found out why the elephant was so upset. We had just stopped and I was looking out the back of the jeep at the elephants when I heard the driver say the magic words…..’Tiger,tiger!’ I even get goosebumps now thinking about it again. I look to my right and there was a huge royal Bengal tiger, walking the same direction the elephants had come. They obviously knew the tiger was following them and they didn’t like it at all. I wondered why the tiger was following them anyway, they don’t eat elephants. Lucky for us though, the tiger stopped and lied down. Just like any other cat I thought, when they’re not doing something, they lie down. The tiger looked right at us. I met his glance through my binoculars. After a few minutes he got up and disappeared into the bush but then reappeared seconds later to cross the road, right where the elephants had gone minutes earlier. He continued to follow them. He slowly disappeared out of sight and we drove on. Everyone was amazed. It didn’t matter what else we saw now, what else could be better? We’ve just had one of the most spectacular safaris possible.
 
We all calmed down when we got to the main road and breathed a little easier and looked at each other. Holy shit, what a mind-blowing safari, we all thought as we smiled knowingly at each other. We got back to the park and the Indian guy just told me to pay in the morning. I went back to my room, showered and ate.
 
I sat on a chair again in the darkness to watch the stars. The ground was full of dry dead leaves so no animals could sneak up on me. I heard something big nearby and since I was sitting still and quiet, it didn’t know I was there. I shined my light and it revealed itself to be a massive wild boar. It was startled that I was there but just altered it’s course a little and kept rummaging around for food. Spotted deer also walked around close to me. Later on I noticed a small shape close to the ground and from its outline appeared to be mongoose. I was surprised when I shined on my light and it turned out to be a small Indian civet. The civet is a nocturnal carnivore but is also omnivorous, eating fruits too. Civets are slightly similar in appearance to mongooses but larger with a more elongated body. Its ears are small, rounded and set close to each other on top of its head. Civets are sometimes called civet cats. I’ve seen civets before in Borneo and South Africa.
Wow, what else is this unforgettable day going to throw at me? Well, nothing actually, but I didn’t care. I felt super satisfied and all the money for the room and the hassle getting here was all forgotten.
 
The next morning after my adventure filled safari I got up at 6.30am because the Indian couple said there were interested in a morning safari. They were staying in the room above mine and I could hear them faintly talking last night but I didn’t hear them this morning so they must have changed their minds. I kept my door open and knew I would hear them if they went down the stairs. No one else was around. I was depending on them for a safari but they never showed. I wasn’t too concerned since we had such a great safari yesterday but I would liked to have done more than just a one hour safari in the park. I went back to bed and was awoken with breakfast at 8.30am.
 
I ate and packed and was ready to catch the bus to Mysore at 9.30. It was a direct bus there, damnit, I knew that conductor screwed me when he said there was no direct bus from Mysore. I wandered over to the reception to pay my entry fee for my safari but as I glanced in the office I didn’t see anyone around. I made the effort to pay, now it’s up to them to track me down if they want me to pay. I wasn’t hiding, I was in the open waiting for my bus and saw a few forest department officials walking around but nobody paid any attention to me. That’s fine with me….free entry and safari! I was back in Mysore in just over 2 hours.
 
I found a different and cheaper hotel that was quieter and also proved to be bedbug free too. I picked up my luggage at the bedbug palace, also known as Hotel Luciya and moved into the Srikanth Lodge, just around the corner. After 4 days of the same food and only coffee and water to drink I was craving some different food. I had passed Pizza Corner a few times on the bus and was really craving a pizza now. I ate a very delicious pizza sandwizza and even treated myself to pineapple/banana fudge with ice cream. It was one of the best lunches I’ve had. I showered, hung out, watched movies and went to the recommended Parklane Hotel to eat dinner. It was a hip and secluded restaurant with a live violin and tabla duo. I had butter chicken, rice and a thirst quenching cold large Kingfisher beer. I again treated myself to a sundae with nuts and chocolate sauce. I talked with a British guy sitting alone at a 2 person table beside me. There were 5 solo guys in there and they put us all in a row in 2 person tables. I never felt so singled out. The restaurant made it obvious that we were all there by ourselves.

The next morning I went to the Indra Paras Cafe for my usual breakfast of rice idly, masala dosa, coffee and orange juice. In the afternoon I visited the Maharaja of Mysore’s Palace. This immaculate structure I have passed by many times and this being my last full day in Mysore, I decided to finally visit it. I don’t usually get guides for historical sites but after a guide approached me he made me think. Maybe a guide would be good for this, it will enrich my experience so I went with a guide for an hour tour. The palace is over the top in every aspect. Materials imported from all over the world, inlay with ivory and precious stones, massive archways and carved teakwood doors from Myanmar, to name a few. There were also many large 3D paintings which I had never seen before. As you look at the painting from one corner certain people are looking at you or facing you, as you walk to the other corner they follow you and are facing you from the other corner. It’s a really cool trick and many of the paintings were done in this style.
 
After the palace I was at an internet cafe again writing more. I seem to go on writing binges when I’m in the city trying to get all my friends and family updated on my adventures. This book began as emails written during my trip and then edited and expanded after I returned home.

I again went to a nice restaurant and had a delicious Thai chicken green curry. The Tiger Trail was a very upscale restaurant in the courtyard of the plush Royal Orchid Metropole hotel. It almost felt too fancy for me. The waiters were decked out in traditional Indian server uniforms and there were large black and white photos of tigers and maharaja hunting parties. This was a topclass restaurant with prices to match and I couldn’t bring myself to pay for the overpriced beer so after I ate I went to another place just to have a cheap beer and read my book.
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My last day in Mysore I ate my usual breakfast and went to the bus station at noon to catch a bus to Madikeri. Just my luck, a bus for Madikeri was leaving as soon as I showed up. It was a 4 hour journey and we climbed to 1525m in elevation. I came to Madikeri to do some trekking but was a little disappointed that the usual 3 day trek doesn’t involve much forest. Its mostly through coffee and spice plantations and sleeping in villages, no camping. I was desperate to use my tent again but this wasn’t going to be the trek for it. I found out this information from Anoop, the owner of the Dawn Guesthouse where I went to stay. He said he could find out about trekking in a wildlife sanctuary but it would cost a lot more. I could afford a bit more and asked him to find out what he could. This morning he was making calls and he’s going to let me know my options after I return from the trek.
 
I met Ellie, an Israeli girl staying at Dawn who was also interested in the 3 day trek. We were supposed to leave in the morning but Anoop’s guide was busy so we would leave the following day.
 
Earlier when I arrived in Madikeri I decided to walk to Dawn Guesthouse because my guidebook showed it as being only 1 km away but didn’t provide a map. I found the street it was suppose to be on but after walking its entire length didn’t see any Dawn Guesthouse. After I had been walking up and downhill for 30 minutes I sat on the low wall of a house to rest. The other side of the wall dropped about 2 m straight down to the grass of someone’s front lawn. As I sat down the weight of my pack started pulling me backwards! My pack is a little heavier than when I left from some of the souvenirs I had bought. I tried to stop the fall and scraped up my right wrist grabbing on the wall but it was no use. It all happened very quickly and in no time I was on the ground. As I lay on the ground I was surprised at how unhurt I was. I landed on my large pack and my small pack on my front also cushioned my fall. Only my shoulder was a little sore the next day. I had to take an autorickshaw to get me to Dawn. As it turns out I had walked right past it but there was no sign. The first thing I said to Anoop was ‘ Why don’t you have a sign?’. He agreed he should have one and was going to put one up.
 
Madikeri is an pleasant town set on a series of ridges. I only came here to organize treks and not spend any more time than necessary in the town. I have a day to kill before our trek. I had a shitty sleep last night. There were mossies buzzing in my ear, dogs barking and the hard bed wasn’t conducive for a good sleep. The room was in the second floor of Anoop’s house and although it was very cheap ($4), I didn’t want to spend another night there. It was one of the most basic rooms I’ve ever had. It was literally just a single bed, nothing else, not even a rubbish bin. Anoop was totally understanding about me checking out and I am now staying at another homestay he recommended. It’s only $2.50 more a night but has a soft bed and many other nice things. I’ve never really liked homestays, no privacy. I prefer the cold shoulder of a hotel, most of the time. But no one lived in this home Anoop assured me and he was right. I was only guest and had the place to myself. It was like my own house with 3 bathrooms, private front porch, frontlawn and TV.
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I was waiting for Anoop’s guide to be ready for the trek but the day he was suppose to be ready ‘ for sure’ he bailed again. I only came to Madikeri to do some trekking and didn’t want to wait around anymore. I’ve been thinking about the trek too and really, I wasn’t looking forward to trekking through plantations and sleeping in villages. Why am I going to do something that I’m not looking forward to? I said ‘screw it’ to the trek but still stayed one more day in Madikeri and went to Anoop’s village with him. His ‘ village’ is 30 minutes out of town and isn’t the typical village. There is a lot of degraded forest around and houses are spread far apart. We hung out there for the afternoon and he dropped me back in town around dinner time.
 
With no exciting trekking to do here it’s back to the national parks/ wildlife sanctuaries for more safaris, something I’m always looking forward to. I will try and trek somewhere else. I left Madikeri wednesday morning. I had to change buses 3 times. My last bus departed from Kutta, which is where I had to hire a jeep to bring me into Nagarahole national park just a few days ago. I didn’t know I had to come through this way and with some better planning I could have avoided my last return trip to Mysore to get my large pack. I would have brought everything with me. I left on the bus headed towards Kalpetta. I was going to use Kalpetta as a base town to visit Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary. I also wanted to call and make reservations at the Pachyderm Palace. Wayanad is split into 2 ranges, Tholpetty and Muthanga. Kalpetta would be my base for Muthanga and Pachyderm Palace for Tholpetty. I read in my guidebook that it was essential to book ahead at Pachyderm so I thought I would go there after Kalpetta. I wasn’t sure where either place was in relation to each other or where I was now but I knew they were about 80 km apart.
 
Only 2 km after leaving Kutta we crossed from Karnataka state into Kerala state. The signs along the road in Kerala proudly proclaimed that ‘ Kerala is God’s own country’. Another 2 km brought us to the Tholpetty gate of Wayanad. I didn’t realize we would be passing it and looked out the window at the small village around the gate and made a spontaneous decision to get off the bus and try to get accommodation. The park itself had no accommodation to offer so I walked 50 m to the Pachyderm Palace. Thankfully they had a single room for me. It was a bit expensive but the price included 3 meals a day and they supplied water, toilet paper, a towel and soap. It was the only place around to stay so it was quiet. I settled in and at 4.30pm went on my first of many safaris.
 
Pachyderm Palace runs their own jeep safaris in the park during the morning and afternoon. With me in the jeep were 5 other foreigners. It was nice to be in a small jeep again and with quiet foreigners. Right away we saw 2 ruddy mongooses close to the road. A new animal for me was the next to make an appearance, the Malabar giant squirrel. There are 4 species of giant squirrel, the largest squirrels in the word, in South and Southeast Asia. 3 of them are found in India. They dwell in the forest canopy and rarely come to the ground. They build globe shaped nests for sleeping and raising young.These cuddly and multicolored giants are over a metro from head to tail and the Malabar giant squirrel are only found in the Western Ghats. The Western Ghats are a thin and long chunk of forest from Mumbai south to the tip of India. The Western Ghats are a biodiversity hotspot and contain many endemic animals and India’s tropical monsoon rainforest outside of the northeast.
 
We also saw the usual suspects – hanuman langurs, bonnet macaques, spotted deer, sambar deer and wild boar. A few gaur where also visible but the unseen star of the park are elephants. My guidebook says this is the one place where you’re almost guaranteed to see them, but not this time.
 
I had a hot shower and ate a delicious variety of food for dinner. It was a relief no to think about what food I had to order for a few days. There were 9 of us at dinner but most of them were leaving the next day. I was really surprised and happy to here that they run a sort of night safari here. The park is closed at night but there is a main road running through it with a long stretch of no human habitation. Driving along this was the closest thing to being in the park. Actually we were in the park but not in the interior of it, the gates for the park are about 15 km from each other and we would be driving inside this. Only an American girl and I went. We didn’t see much except some spotted deer and a few gaur but I didn’t mind. I was so happy to be finally able to go out at night. Many of the animals that I haven’t see yet are nocturnal. Venu, the always smiling,happy and very accommodating manager at Pachyderm Palace, summed up the night drives “ Sometimes good, sometimes no good”.
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I was up at 6.45am the next morning and ready to go. 3 of us left for the morning safari and were ready to go at the park gate when the park opened at 7. It was a fairly quiet safari though with only some of the usual suspects and a malabar giant squirrel showing themselves. However on our way out our driver spotted an elephant but it was mostly obscured by bushes. We could only see its ass and watched it for a few minutes in hope of him moving around for a better look. But after only seeing him do his toilet duties we decided he wasn’t moving anytime soon. The driver of our jeep from Pachyderm had a very good eye and could spot squirrels high in the trees as he was driving and he always drove slow and turned off the engine and coasted down any hilly bits.
 
A lot of people left today but then an equal amount of new people arrived. There was always someone to share a safari with which was a very affordable $6 ( including park entry, guide, camera and jeep hire ) for 1.5 hours if there were 5 people, and most of the time there was. Our afternoon safari was also a bit quiet with a few mongooses spicing it up. Wayanad is a low key park and there was never more than 3 or 4 jeeps in the park.
 
After another delicious dinner I was on a night drive with 4 others. We saw many spotted deer, some guar not far from the road and again, another mongoose. I had never expected to see so many mongooses here. Now I’ve seen 3 species and seen them multiple times, though they are hard buggers to photograph and I only have one photo of the side striped mongoose from a bit of a distance. I really liked Pachyderm Palace and the set up and cheap prices of the park and stayed 4 days and went on 12 safaris
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I get along great with everyone at Pachyderm. We all have an interest in animals and are here to go on safari. The word safari comes from the East African Swahili language and means ‘journey’. It seems like an appropriate word to describe an animal watching excursion because everyone safari has different unexpected results. Like a journey, a safari isn’t about the beginning and the end, its about the journey itself. Everyone knows the risks of a safari and I’m happy to hear that most people are just happy to be in the park, cruising quietly around the forest even if they see nothing.
 
At 11am, 7 of us pile into the jeep to visit an island in the middle of a river. Some other people planned it and they invited me along. I debated about coming because there was no animals to see but I figured it was something to do and wasn’t expensive. We drove 20 km to the river which was a touristy spot for domestic Indians. We were paddled across the river and could walk freely on the other side. We came to a wide but shallow river crossing and we all took off our sandals and waded across.  I have experience with crossing many rivers on foot. Last year alone during an 8 day trek in Madagascar we must have crossed the same river about 10 times in a few hours. The first thing I thought about before crossing here was getting a sturdy stick to help with my balance. This was a rocky bottom river and very slippery, I knew a stick would help me a lot. I found a nice piece of dead bamboo and broke it down to a good size. Everyone admired my stick and remarked how good an idea it was. I looked around to make some balancing sticks for others but couldn’t find anything else worthy. Once we reached the other side we walked for 2 minutes before coming to another river to cross. We crossed this and then came to yet another crossing. It was fun at first but I didn’t feel like any more crossings and either did anyone else so we turned back. We walked around the forest then headed back to the jeep. We had lunch after we got back and then I took a short siesta before the afternoon safari.
 
There are 9 of us for the afternoon safari so we have to take 2 jeeps. The first jeep leaves with the driver from Pachyderm. I’m in the second jeep with 4 others and an older Indian driver who doesn’t speak any English. As it turns out we are behind the Pachyderm jeep most of the time so we still see anything that the Pachyderm driver sees. It starts out good with a few Malabar giant squirrels and some spotted deer. Halfway through things really look up when we see a large tusked elephant grabbing at a vine in a tree about 15m from the road. The lower half of his body is blocked but the upper is clearly visible and binoculars aren’t needed. The elephant faces us and grabs the vine high above his head with his trunk. We have a perfect view of his mouth under the trunk. It’s a part of an elephant that I think is rarely seen and it was certainly my first time to see his big pink gaping mouth. He turned to the side but kept reaching for that vine. Must have been some tasty shit!
 
Shortly after leaving this elephant we come across a herd of 6 elephants ranging from middle to large size. They aren’t far from the road and don’t mind at all the 3 jeeps filled with people taking their photograph. I’ve finally seen the elusive but also often seen elephants and everyone in the jeep is really happy. For many of them its their first time seeing wild elephants. I like being in a ‘virgin’ group like that and witnessing people’s reaction and excitement the first time they see a new animal, but it doesn’t end there. Minutes later we come across the largest group of gaur I’ve ever seen. 15 of these giant bovines are eating in the grass close to the road, spread out over a distance of about 50m. They aren’t bothered by us, in fact, most of the time I’ve seen gaur they have tolerated human presence quite well. They can be approached closely in a jeep and I got some great photos.
 
We’re all delighted to see another lone male elephant walking parallel to the road about 20m away. We drive slow and follow along beside him. Suddenly he changes direction and is now heading for our jeep! The driver speeds up a little to get out of his path and the lone tusker crosses the road right behind us. I noticed his aged pink ears had holes in them and very curiously, he had no tail. It was very rewarding safari and everyone was very pleased. We told our safari tales around another tasty Keralan dinner.
 
A young American couple arrived at Pachyderm, Derek and Rebecca. Derek was a wildlife biologist and knew his animals and habitats in India, though not personally, they had only been here 5 days so far but he read up on it. I have the Fieldguide to Indian Mammals with me and practically have it memorized. We talk a lot about animals. It’s refreshing to talk with someone who shares my same passion for wild animals and is knowledgeable about them as well. I can mention any animal and not have to wonder if he knows what it is. He’s interested to know what I’ve seen and I tell him some of my best safari stories. There is also Ed/Meera, British couple and Dan/Nadine, Swiss couple, who I have become chummy with. After a very filling dinner and a few beers the 7 of us go out for the night drive.
 
I jump in the back of the jeep and realize I didn’t have my camera or binoculars but I decided there weren’t necessary as the last 2 nights the animals were kind of far away and I already had better daytime pictures of them. I didn’t realize then how much I would regret this casually made decision.
Derek has a very powerful headlamp and proved to be very talented at spotting eyeshine. He would spot something and then Venu, who had a super powerful spotlight, would light it up so we could all see what it was. Venu also looked for animals on both sides of the jeep but Derek only looked on the left side of the jeep. I sat beside him.
  Derek spots something small on the ground not too far from the road in some scrubby bushes and grass. He can’t make it out and Venu’s light isn’t illuminating it well. Venu says it’s a mouse deer, a small nocturnal deer but Derek and I both kind of saw the outline and agreed it looked more like a civet. Minutes later Derek spots eyeshine again, this time Venu’s light catches the animal as it runs away and I clearly see the striped black and white tail, it’s a small Indian civet. We also see a few spotted deer. The safari is only 45 minutes long and was nearing its end. It was a very relaxed safari with quiet conversations going on and everyone a little buzzing and in a good mood. No one was ready for what came next. Derek spotted a tiger but not by its eyeshine. This tiger was practically on top of us! The road was raised here and the tiger was in the open bush just below the road about 5m from us and directly across from us. The jeep stopped and Venu put his spotlight on it and we all just stared, stunned to have so unexpectedly seen the true king of the jungle. It was a sleek female or possible sub-adult male. The tiger reversed its direction after she knew we spotted her but didn’t run or even speed up her pace. With all the tigers I’ve seen, and this being the seventh one, I’ve never seen them run. They gracefully and calmly exit the scene. Besides they’re a tiger, who’s going to mess with them?! We watched that tiger till it disappeared fully from our view back into the forest back from the road.
 
It was almost a surreal scene. As I said I didn’t bring my camera, neither did Derek, so I wasn’t taking any photos but I didn’t know why the others weren’t. It was like we were all hypnotized by this magnificent beast and couldn’t move. We just all stared and took it all in, totally appreciating that we were seeing something magical and at Wayanad, a very rare occurrence. As the tiger disappears there were a few quiet comments about how spectacular an animal it is. We drove off in disbelief. This all happened only about 2 km from Pachyderm Palace. Once we got back we stood out front, filled with adrenaline still and vividly chatting about the safari. We woke up an elderly British couple who decided to skip the night safari. She was blown away to hear that we saw a tiger.
 
I went to bed with mixed emotions. I was so happy to have seen another tiger but filled with regret at not having brought my camera. It was a hard lesson to learn but it taught be something very valuable and that was to never underestimate the animals of the Indian forests. This night also taught me to never underestimate a tiger under any circumstances, no matter where I am or how many people are around.

My original plan was to leave Pachyderm today but with such a great day and night yesterday I decided to stay one more day. It’s 7 am and there are 5 of us in the jeep at the gate. We are the first jeep to enter the park. There’s no line up of jeeps here like there was at Kanha and Bandhavgarh. The most jeeps I ever saw around the park was 4. I like that this park is more low key and not really popular. After only 5 minutes into the park we see a pack of 9 wild dogs! They are on the road and resting on the side of the road. We approach and they just move further down the road and rest again. This happens a few times until they aren’t bothered by us and let us approach and watch them silently with our engine turned off. Most of them are lying in the grass just off the road. They look happy and content. I finally get some good pictures of them. Besides the usual suspects, we also see a Malabar giant squirrel and gaur.
The Asiatic Wild Dog or Dhole as it is also known, is a uniquely Asian forest dog. They are a reddish brown color with a bushy black tail. The pack size fluctuates according to the season. Dholes hunt their prey in packs and began eating it before it’s dead. A pack of Dholes can even take on a full grown tiger and are a serious threat to tiger cubs. There are less than 8000 wild dogs left in India and they range all over India except the desert like north west.

Venu has one bike at Pachyderm and tells me it’s free to ride whenever I like. I take it out and ride a few kilometers the same direction as we take on the night drive. I stop to eat a Munch wafer bar and it’s very quiet. I listen and I hear an elephant making noise somewhere out of my sight. I ride a bit more and then turn around to be back by lunch. People driving by in cars are giving me strange looks. Some of them happily wave but others are just puzzled. I guess they don’t see too many foreigners riding bikes around here. Maybe they think I’m a bit crazy because of all the potentially dangerous animals around. After lunch I walk for a few hours on the backroads with Dan and Nadine, a friendly Swedish couple. We come back for the 4.30 safari.

10 minutes into the park we see the same pack of 9 wild dogs. Apparently they didn’t move too much today. It’s almost a repeat of this morning’s safari with malabar giant squirrel and gaur and a generally quiet safari. They can’t all be intense adrenaline rushes with charging elephants and tigers! Very surprisingly though it begins to rain. It has been overcast lately but I’ve seen clouds before and it never rained. The last 15 minutes of our safari it was raining. It was nice to have rain again. It smelled so fresh and would be good for keeping the dust down on the roads. This is only the second rainfall I’ve seen on this trip. It’s been over 2 months since the first rain and only rain in Darjeeling.

Many things in India are such a huge contrast to last years Madagascar/South Africa trip. For one thing it rained about 60% of the time in Madagascar and once rained for 40 hours straight. It sounds like an easy decision as to which one I would prefer but it’s not. I liked the lushness, humidity and high temperatures of Madagascar during the cyclone season. The rain also brought out many animals and chameleons that retreat deep into the forest during the dry and cold season. I think as long as I’m ready for rain and know it’s going to be wet I don’t mind it at all. But I also like the dry weather in India, though not the sub tropical temperatures it was bringing in the north. I have been thinking it would be good to have at least a little rain here.
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There are 10 of us at Pachyderm and everyone wants to do the night drive so we have to go out in stages. I wait behind with Derek and Rebecca and a Scottish couple while the first group goes out. They come back at 9.30 and only saw spotted deer and sambar deer. We see the same, huge herds of spotted deer. But we get lucky and see another small Indian civet. Venu shines the light on it and we see the whole body very clearly before it dashes into the forest. It was the highlight of the night and I’m glad I stuck around for one more day. The pack of 9 wild dogs was something special to see and the highlight of the day and all my Wayanad safaris, except of course for the tiger which stole the whole show from everyone. Nothing beats a tiger sighting in my mind and I remember every single one I saw and they are all a highlight of the trip and my life.

The next day I plan to leave but I can still go on the morning safari. When I’m in a place with safaris I’ve decided to go on every safari that leaves. I don’t want to get lazy and skip a safari and then have someone to come back to tell me I missed a tiger or leopard or something else special. I’m not going to be that guy that misses out. We see some of the usual suspects and 3 giant squirrels and I finally get a photo of one, though at a distance. Further on we see a herd of 6 gaur feeding not far from the road and near the end of the drive we see elephants up ahead but as we reach them they disappear into the bush.

I eat breakfast and pack up. Venu was so happy that I came without a reservation for one night and then ended up staying 4 nights. He’s a really nice guy, always smiling. I catch my first of 2 buses to Kalpetta. As we leave the park area on the main road we see spotted deer and 2 gaur that had just crossed the road. The wildlife never stops here.

I change buses in Mananthavady and arrive in Kalpetta after a couple hours total journey. I stay in a deluxe room at PPS Tourist Home. It’s still reasonable and I have paid the same for other rooms so I decide to treat myself to a nice room and TV. This trip has also been a big contrast in the entertainment aspect. I didn’t have one room in the whole 4 months last year in Madagascar or South Africa with a TV. I just read a lot. Now this year I’ve had so many rooms with TV. I must admit even though I was halfway around the world having great adventures hiking with lemurs, I still missed watching movies. So this year if I’m staying in the city and the room is a good price, I’ll take one with a TV. It’s been educational too because they have Discovery and National Geographic channel and they are showing programs about India.

Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary exists in 2 ranges, Tholpetty, near Pachyderm Palace and Muthanga, near Kalpetta. Actually Muthanga is 40km from Kalpetta but I thought this would be a good base to share a jeep with someone since I had met others who were coming here. An American couple I met at Pachyderm recommended PP, a tourist guide in Kalpetta who is based at PPS Tourist Home, where I’m staying. I meet him in the lobby in the evening and I talk to him about visiting the sanctuary. It turns out he has a group of 4 doing a tour of the area the next day. The tour begins with a safari and then some caves, waterfall and viewpoint. I join up with them. I eat some very delicious dravidian chicken curry at Pankaj restaurant below the tourist home.

I’m up at 6.30 and meet everyone in the lobby. There is an American couple,2 older French women, PP and our driver. We are in a very comfortable SUV style jeep that has a sticker on the windshield stating it’s a non polluting vehicle. Not sure exactly what that means in India because its not a hybrid. In an hour we reach Wayanad after a break for chai tea. The first animal to appear in the park is of course, spotted deer. PP, the driver and the guide are talking a lot and not concentrating on spotting animals. It’s up to me to help out more. I spot our first giant squirrel and a troupe of hanuman langurs. We see some gaur but they are very far away.The safari lasts 2 hours but we see nothing else significant.

From Wayanad we drive to Sultanbathery for breakfast and then we drive to Eddakal caves. We park and walk up a steep road to the base of the caves and then climb more uphill. The caves are more like overhanging rock shelters and contain India’s oldest petroglyphs from 4000BC, says PP.

I’m starting to feel the early morning start and all the walking to get to the cave and I take a short nap on our way to the waterfall. We have to walk through coffee and tea plantations and then down a steep trail to get to the second and most accessible tier of the 3 tiered falls. The falls are nice and surrounded by forest. I was the first one down and found a nice spot on rocks to sit with a backrest. I look around at the forest and see a black monkey high up on the other side of the falls. I get my binoculars though I already know what it is. It’s a Nilgiri langur, an all black monkey with dirty yellow hair around his head. Nilgiri langurs are the most common monkey of the southern Western Ghats. They inhabit primarily rainforest but also decidous patches, plantations and the edges of estates. They are hunted extensively for alleged medicinal properties. There are about 10,000 Nilgiri langurs in India.
I watch them the whole 20 minutes we are here and more appear. I’m very happy to see this primate for the first time. There were 2 primates that I had not yet seen but thought realistically that I could see them. The nilgiri langur is one, the other is the even more rare lion-tailed macaque, which I am hoping to see at one of 2 sanctuaries where they are found.
After the falls we end our day at Sunrise Valley. The valley has a good viewpoint over the Western Ghats. Back at PPS, the American couple say I can join them for dinner if I’m looking for company but even though we got along, spending 12 hours with them was enough for me. I ate alone.

Hiking is allowed in Wayanad and I arranged to go the park tomorrow by moto but later as I eat dinner PP finds me. He has another group going tomorrow and I can hitch a ride with them to the park and take the bus back. This sounds like a great idea and much cheaper than hiring the moto.

I’m exicted about visiting Wayanad because I’m going on a 3 hour hike. They only allow a 3 hour maximum or you can bet I would be walking all day. I met 4 Brits in the lobby at 6am and we were off, driving to the park through heavy rain. It was really coming down when we got to the park. PP and the others left to do their jeep safari. I waited at the park office for the rain to let up. It finally did at 8 and my guide, Raju and I were off. It was a rush to be walking in a park with so many potentially dangerous animals – tigers, leopards, elephants, gaur, wild dogs not to mention king cobras and vipers. I was surprised that Raju was carrying no protection of any kind. Our only protection was our feet….to run away if things got hairy. In the national parks in Ghana it was mandatory for the guides to carry a gun. Not so much for the animals in the park but for the often armed poachers. A guide carrying only a machete is not much of a threat to a poacher with an automatic rifle.

  Of course, the safari started out with spotted deer. A barking deer came onto the trail but quickly turned around and went back after he saw us. We were walking through prime elephant country but they were eluding us today. It rained lightly off and on for the first hour and I didn’t mind it at all, but it doesn’t entice animals into the open. We did see a herd of 7 gaur at a distance. Evidence of elephants was on the trail. There was fresh shit and bark peeled off many trees. We also found fresh tiger pugmarks. The elephants kept avoiding us though we could hear them sometimes. We were walking along a path wide enough for a vehicle, seaching for elephants in the distance, when we were suddenly surprised to hear a kind of nasal grunt and see the bushes move just beside a big tree on the right side of the path. Raju has instant reflexes and almost ran me over trying to get away before realizing the danger had passed. Yeah, thanks for warning me Raju! He didn’t see it but he said it was a tiger in the bushes and I believe him. Something let out an annoyed grunt that we were intruding on them and then disappeared in a split second as only a tiger can do. Raju tells me the last tiger he saw while hiking in the park was in this area 2 months ago. This really got my heart going and I was on very high alert for a bit looking around for a glimpse of orange and black stripes through the bushes.
Minutes later we saw 2 gaur peacefully eating about 15m from the road. I had thought these animals, the largest bovine in the world were not a threat but Raju tells me they have charged and killed people before. The gaurs get a whiff of us and look in our direction. One begins to charge and again Raju runs but stops quickly when it turns out to be a false charge. The gaur was only trying to scare  us and stopped charging after a second and then they both disappeared. We heard a few unexplainable sounds on the way back but still no elephants. We did find a few porcupine quills, which I’ve never seen and take one with me to bring home. I didn’t know they were so thick and strong.
We arrive back at the park gate exactly 3 hours later. I catch a bus to Sultanbathery where I eat breakfast and then another bus back to Kalpetta. I’m beat from the half dozen early morning starts in a row,the hike and multiple buses to Kalpetta and take a well needed siesta for a few hours.

Comments (1) Nov 17 2008

Central India Dec. 24 – Jan. 15 2008

Posted: under India 2007/08.

2. Central India

  I took an autorickshaw to the Haifa hotel. They only had one room left and I didn’t want to look for another place so I took it. It was $18, which was a lot to me but it was one of the nicest rooms I’ve ever had in my whole travelling career. Besides, it was Christmas Day and I wanted to treat myself. No peeling paint, very clean and large room, balcony, hot water, TV and even room service. I took advantage of that and had Christmas breakfast in bed. I finally made it outside in the afternoon and walked around. After a night train I always feel drained. Even though I slept a little on the train it’s hard to get a decent sleep and I always have to take a nap after arriving on a night train.
Varanasi is the city of Shiva and India’s holiest city. The main attraction are the Ghats, steps leading into the Ganges river where pilgrims come from all over to bath in, wash clothes, get cremated and lots of other things. This is the India I was picturing, where all my stereotypes would come true.
  There are animals and shit everywhere.Thankfully they use the cow and buffalo shit for fuel after adding a little water and molding it into hamburger paddy shapes and leaving it out to dry in the sun. There’s also dogs and many, many cute puppies, goats wearing sweaters (I shit you not!), rhesus macaques, squirrels and mongooses. There are two cremation ghats where up to 150 people a day are being cremated. It’s really interesting to see them carry the wrapped up body on a bamboo stretcher before putting it on a huge log pile and burning it. Cremation is almost a science here with the exact amount of wood required to burn the body weighed out and charged accordingly.
My first stereotype to come true was the snake charmer. I have been wanting to see this for years and thought I have to see this in India somewhere. The snake charmer was middle aged, skinny,wearing ratty and dirty clothes and had long hair and a really long beard. He had two small cobras in clay pots. He opened them up and played his snake charmer flute and they stood there, absorbed in the vibrations. Snakes have no ears so they don’t hear the melody. He also played it through his nose which resulted in some nasty snot being blown all over his beard. He offered me to hold the cobras which were very mellow. I touched them but declined on holding them for now. I didn’t have my camera and no small change so I will go back to see him again.
  The next stereotype to come true was to see a live sitar concert. I thought the sitar would be more prevalent but it’s not. I didn’t hear any sitar on the radios, just a lot of dancy Bollywood crap. The sitar and tabla player were both really talented and it was a great hour long show. I took my first sitar lesson yesterday and learned a lot already. I planned to stay for five days and take a lesson everyday. I’m basically only staying in Varanasi to take sitar lessons. I like the city but I wouldn’t stay that long without the lessons holding me here. I got into the music of sitar guru Ravi Shankar in 1997 and bought a sitar in 2003. I never learned how to play it but it has been an interesting wall ornament and conversation piece. Now that I was in India, where my sitar was built, I figured this to be the perfect place to take lessons.
 
Back to Christmas day, I ran into Jimmy and Sara, a British couple I met my second day in India in Kolkata. I had lunch with them and then we went on a night boat ride on the Ganges at 6pm. It was nice to spend Christmas with some people I ‘knew’. Earlier in the day I met Grady, an American. We got to talking and met up later for dinner. Just when I thought I would be alone on Christmas I end up spending the day with people, that’s what I love about travelling, all the pleasant unexpectedness. It was much better Christmas than last year. Last year I was in Madagascar and spent 8 hours of Christmas day in a crammed minivan and the rest of the day by myself eating and hanging out in my hotel room because it was rainy and kind of chilly outside.
 
But Varanasi isn’t all shits and giggles (so to speak). Varanasi is an amazing city and very colorful and lively but it’s also very, very annoying and mentally tiring. Walking along the ghats is the main activity for foreigners, which there are a lot of here. Locals know this and constantly pester and bother you for boat rides, massages, candles, flowers, drugs,hotel rooms and numerous other things. I usually don’t go more than a few minutes without turning down some offer. I have given up on the verbal response, no more ‘no thank you’. I just casually swing my head back and forth indicating no interest. Some of them are persistent, following me around and asking after I say ‘ no thank you’. The kids are no better and sometimes are worse than the adults. They try to sell flowers and postcards mostly and are persistent little buggers. I find when I walk in a group, especially with female foreigners, we are harassed a lot more. Alone they usually aren’t as persistent with me. Though, the frequency of hassles declined the longer I stayed, maybe some of the same people recognized me and knew I wasn’t interested.
 
Behind the ghats are narrow alleyways too small for a car. These are very interesting and there’s plenty of restaurants, silk shops, music shops and hotels. There is less hassle here. Finding a decent hotel has been a bit of a challenge. I switched from my room to a more affordable $13 room in the same hotel but just as nice. I got a call from the hotel 10.30pm on Dec. 26. They informed me that I would be checking out the next day because they were fully booked. I was kicked out of there and had to starting looking for a new place. There’s so many places to stay and many of them are cheap backpacker dives, which I do look like I’m looking for, but this time I’m not. Rooms ranged from $2.50 to $5 but I’m looking for something more in the $7 to $10 range. I’m in the city and only have meals and sitar lessons as expenses so I can spend a bit more for a nice room. When I’m in a national park I will settle for a cheap room because I’m spending most of my money in the park but here I wanted a room I really liked. I kept looking, walking along the ghats. My nice hotel was at one end of the ghats and a 30 minute walk from where all the action was. As I’m walking with my two packs,a combined weight of around 25 kg,I walk over a wet area and slip on some green slime, with my left knee taking most of the impact. It cut open and bruised badly. Now, I’m covered in this green slimy shit and still have to find a room. I check out two places I wanted to stay but they were full. I finally find a clean and ok room for 5$ at the Reva Guesthouse and it will do for one night. I take a shower and wash my clothes and then go out for breakfast at 11am. I left my other room at am and I was getting tired of looking by the time I took the room at Reva guesthouse.
 
 
This morning I checked out of Reva and went to Alakhnanda guesthouse, which was recommended to me by some other travellers I met. I have nice room with river view, TV, hot water and bargained the price to $7.50 a night for 4 nights.I’m so happy to have a room I like, which to me is more important than having a cheap 2 dollar cell of a room just to save money.I’m sharing the room with a couple of small mice. As I lie in bed and read or watch TV, I see them nervously exploring my room looking for food. They eat anything sweet I have lying around like crackers or cookies but leave the oranges, guava or any other fruit alone. I guess they only have a sweet tooth. While I laid in bed my first night I saw some mosquitos buzzing around in the glow of the TV. I put up my mosquito net which I always take with me on every trip after my first trip to the Peruvian Amazon in 1999 where I learned a harsh lesson about not having my own mosquito net. The mosquitos never bothered me under the net but this didn’t stop the mice. Sometimes at night I would feel them run on me over the blankets and one night one of them was so bold to actually run across my newly cropped head. That was almost too much, I don’t mind having the mice in the room, but do they have to run on my head just to get to the other side of the bed?
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Learning the sitar is challenging but lots of fun and I’m so glad to be finally learning it. I bought some Ravi Shankar Cd’s and some nice and cheap,soft cotton pants. Not everyone in Varanasi is bad though, about 10% of people who approach me on the ghats are genuine and just want to talk. But with all the dodgy folks around it’s hard to tell which is which. I have met some really nice locals who wanted nothing from me but a conversation. There are more concerts too. Every night until Jan. 1, there is something going on at various places.
  I like it here but also can’t wait to leave because after Varanasi I am going to the central region where I’m going to visit two national parks famous for their tigers. I don’t just hope to see a tiger, I’m not leaving until I see a tiger! I must admit I’m very happy with the amount of wildlife I have already seen, I had not expected to see this much so soon.
 
I had been in India for 5 weeks now and had been feeling healthy most of the time. I though I might not get sick but I was wrong.It all started Dec. 30 after I finished my sitar lesson. I had a slight cough and cold but nothing major, but now my stomach was a bit off so I just had veggie soup for lunch and relaxed in my room till 7pm. Around 6pm I started getting nasty diarrhea but again, that’s nothing new. I sucked it up (not literally!) and went out to eat another veggie soup but the diarrhea didn’t stop. It kept me up all night running back and forth to the bathroom. It was horrible! I took a ciproflaxin in the middle of the night because I thought it would help but I think it just made things worse. At am I threw up five times. Now I felt like supreme shit. My body was so sore and achy from all the wrenching and tired from no sleep. I manage to pass out till about 11am and then got my sick ass out of bed to see a doctor.
 
Lucky for me the doctor was only five minutes walk away. He saw me right away in his tiny office/ waiting room. First, an injection of anit-nausea medicine because the medicine he’s going to prescribe might make me vomit and I didn’t need any more of that. My face was all sunken in and my throat raw and hard to talk. I think this is a new high of the worst I’ve ever felt. The only thing I didn’t have was a high fever, actually, I had a low temperature. The doctor asked if I wanted my blood/stool tested for malaria, dengue, typhoid, parasites, all the nasty stuff. I thought it would be a good idea so he called a tech and he came by and took my blood and stool. The doctor prescribed a cocktail of four different pills and 10 packets of oral rehydration. After lying down for almost 3 hours in the office, I finally made my way back to my hotel and crashed. I called my sitar teacher and canceled our lessons until I felt better. He understood.
 
I got up at 7.30pm and went back to the doctor because the lab results would be ready. This is very fast service here, I’ve waited much longer back home. This is the first time I’ve had all these tests taken in a foreign country (though I have had my blood tested before for malaria, which came up negative) Getting sick is one of the shitty risks I take while travelling but it’s all worth it. You really learn a lot about yourself and your body. I must say though, before my first trip to Ghana in 2004, I never really got sick for more than one day and never had to go to the doctor, but since then I’ve had major illnesses in Ghana,Madagascar and now India. On a finally positive note, all my lab results were negative, so that was refreshing news. It showed I had an electrolyte imbalance and a bacterial infection in my gut. That was no surprise. I went back to my room and in-between sleep watched King Kong and X Men 3 while everyone partied outside for New Years night.Firecrackers loud as shotguns rang out at midnight for 30 minutes.
 
The doctor wanted me back the next day at noon. I lied down on the soft bench in the waiting room while two 500 mL bottles of glucose drained into my arm through an IV. This took two hours and would help with all the fluid I had lost. All the needles were very good and as painless as a needle can be. After two days I was feeling tons better but still not 100%, so I decided to stay in Varanasi till my appetite returned and I felt well enough to travel. After I felt better I stayed a few more days to finish all the sitar lessons I planned on taking.
I’m not the only one getting sick here. I’ve seen four different Indians in different places throwing up in public, nasty stuff. I’ve also spoken to other travellers who have been ill. I sat on the toilet so much the past few days and often rested my head on my hands propped up by my elbows on my knees. Days after I left Varanasi I had shorts on and noticed that I had a bare patch of skin on my knees where there was hair before. I thought this looked kind of strange because I’m generally a hairy guy and then realized it must have been from the constant contact with my elbows. They wore the hair right off and even stopped it from growing for a bit.
 
 
I finally felt well enough to begin travelling again, 6 days after I first felt sick.I finished all my planned sitar lessons and was more than ready to leave Varanasi. Although I liked Varanasi, staying 11 days anywhere that isn’t a rainforest is too much for me. My overnight train left right on time at 8.30. For the first time I shared my berth with other travellers, a couple from Australia. The train was supposed to arrive in Jabalpur at am which was perfect for my planned connection to a train at 6.30am or a bus at 7. Unfortunately the train didn’t arrive till 8.30am, which was really annoying because anytime the train stopped after am I had to get up to see where I was to make sure I didn’t miss my stop. So I was stuck in Jabalpur for the day. I took a very nice room at the Hotel Vijan Palace which could almost pass for a room in a western hotel. I ate a room service breakfast and had a paper brought to my door. I crashed for a few hours because I felt like I was still on the train being tossed around.
 
I came to Jabalpur to use it as a base for exploring Kanha national park and Bandhavgarh national park which are both famous for their tigers. I spent the rest of the day visiting a picturesque gorge and then the next morning took the am express local bus from Jabalpur to Khatia village at the gate of Kanha. It was a small bus but my cramped seat was soft and it was an easy journey. The bus started off with only half the seats occupied but 4 hours into the journey the aisles were crammed with people. I arrived in exactly five and a half hours just like the guy at the tourist office told me.
 
I took a room at the Chandan motel for $5. It was a big room but very basic and kind of dingy but it was just what I was looking for. I was going to spend most of my money visiting the park. Park fees had just risen on Jan. 1 to 2150 Rupees($54) for up to 6 people and then 900 Rupees ($23) for renting a jeep for safari. These prices are for foreigners only. I couldn’t find anyone interested in doing an afternoon safari and I wasn’t going to spend the money to do it alone,so I just hung out with two English guys I met. That evening I met an American couple, Harry (59) and Brigid (41), who were interested in sharing a safari in the morning. I met a nice guide/driver named Bafati who I would meet at am and then we would go pick up Harry and Brigid.
 
Bafati and I met at am. He bought me a chai tea and then we picked up Harry and Brigid. Harry was a quiet and soft spoken guy, Brigid was not and it didn’t take me long to dislike her but it was worth putting up with her to save money. I especially didn’t like the way she treated Harry, for example, Harry missed an opportunity to get a photo of a monkey and its little baby and Brigid told him angrily not ‘ to be a dumb shit!’, which I think it just a little too harsh. There’s so much more but I won’t go into it now.
 
We arrived at the park gate at 6.15 and had to wait till it opened at 6.30. We joined a line of about 25 other jeeps filled with foreign and domestic Indian tourists, and this is the low season. During March and April and holidays there can be as many as 100 jeeps in the park and all there is to see is dust from them, Bafati told me. It sounds horrible. Even though there were a lot of jeeps in the park we didn’t see very many while we drove around.They send jeeps on different set routes at first to avoid traffic jams. We drove for 2 hours and saw spotted deer, sambar deer and hanuman langurs.

Kanha national park is one of 27 project tiger reserves, covering a total area of 40,000 sq. km. Project tiger began as a conservation venture sponsored by the Indian government in 1973 to protect the dwindling tiger population. The protection has worked in Kanha and the number of tigers has been steadily increasing over the years. 1933 saw the first 250sq km of Kanha under protection and that area has now increased to 1945 sq. km. The park is also important in saving the central form of the swamp deer which was almost wiped out 100 years ago.
 
  Bafati would periodically stop to check for tiger pug marks, of which there were many on the road, and listen for alarm calls from sambar deer or monkeys. This is the science behind tiger tracking, instead of just pure luck of hoping to find one. We stopped on a bridge at about 8.30 and Bafati heard monkey alarm calls, so we headed in that direction. We rounded a bend and there he was, a large male Royal Bengal tiger lying down on the road about 20 M ahead of us. He saw us and got up and walked down the road. We kept our distance but followed slowly. He disappeared into the bush but came out again. He crossed the road and sat down on the other side, then got up and continued down the road before going back into the bush. I thought he was gone but then he came out again. I couldn’t believe how long we were watching him for. He finally disappeared into the bush again for good. We were the first jeep to spot him and only one other jeep arrived but we made sure they stayed behind us. This made the encounter that more special because it wasn’t a massive gathering of jeeps and working elephants as I’ll tell you about later.
 
I was filled with chills and goosebumps while watching the tiger. I still get them now thinking about the experience. This has been my goal of India ever since I started really planning my trip 10 months ago and a goal of my life to see a tiger in the wild. Hey, who doesn’t want to see a tiger in the wild? My eyes started to water with tears of immense joy and I had a lump in my throat. I have never felt this way upon seeing any other animal but the tiger is such a rare, beautiful,powerful and charismatic animal that it evokes this type of response. Bafati kept saying quietly, ‘Take picture, take picture’ because I was spending a lot of time just looking at the tiger with my eyes and appreciating what I was seeing. But I did manage to get about 9 photos. Unfortunately my camera at the time didn’t have a great zoom and the pictures aren’t as good as I would have liked them to be.
The tiger is the national animal of India but you wouldn’t know it by the way they are declining in the wild. I read an article in a magazine while in India and it claimed tiger numbers were down to just 1000 individuals, which is very sad and a huge disappointment for me in humanity. The tiger, like any other animal just wants to live in peace and harmony and we keep pushing it to the edge of extinction for what? It’s coat? Tiger penis for traditional medicine? None of it makes sense to me. I’m just glad I got to see this magnificent cat in the wild before they are all gone. There are 5 subspecies of tiger in the wild. India has 65% of the world’s royal bengal tigers. Adult males can weigh up to 230 kg and can live in a diverse range of habitats from decidous, thorn and evergreen forests to mangroves and grasslands. Their preferred prey is the sambar deer but they can survive on smaller prey and even fish in the mangroves. There are only about 6000 tigers left in the wild but even in protected areas poaching goes on, often with the consent of wildlife authorities after they’ve been bribed. Due to low salaries throughout India for park rangers, some of them are susceptible to accepting money in return for allowing illegal poaching in the park.

The rest of the drive I didn’t care what I saw, I was so happy. We stopped at the visitors center to check out the museum and then drove some more. Our safari lasted till noon when the park closes for a few hours. Bafati was a great guide/driver and I believe it was a little luck and a lot of his skill which helped us find the tiger. We agreed to go on another safari the following morning.
 
I hung out with Harry and Brigid a little in the afternoon and then had dinner with them. I couldn’t really get away from them, I just tried not to talk with Brigid. I didn’t want to ruin things yet because we would be sharing another safari tomorrow.
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I met Bafati at am and after our chai we went and picked up Harry and Brigid. It’s pretty chilly here in the morning and I wrapped myself in a blanket from the hotel. Fog blanketed the forest of Kanha which is classified as moist decidous. The main trees are sal trees which are not very tall or thick but extremely hardwood and slow growing. The undergrowth is fairly dense in places and it’s not easy to see that far into the forest from the road. For this reason tigers and other animals often walk the road and their tracks are seen frequently. During our drive yesterday we also saw gaur, mistakenly known as the Indian bison. There was a group of six of these massive animals grazing along the side of the road. I saw them in Jaldapara but this was a much better sighting.
 
On our second morning drive we had only been in the park for 5 minutes when we came upon a line of parked jeeps waving us down and pointing across a small stream. Across the stream about 20M away was a male tiger. Wow, I couldn’t believe it, we were only in the park for 5 minutes and we’re already seeing the main event! This tiger hung around for a few minutes and then even more amazingly was joined by a female tiger. Now my mind was really blown, two tigers at the same time! Holy Shit! The male disappeared soon after but the female actually lied down for everyone to see. Everything the tiger does is narrated in small whispers – ‘ she’s looking at us’, ‘she’s cleaning herself’,  ‘ she’s standing up’ , ‘ she’s walking’. There is nothing too small or trivial not to comment about. The tiger eventually got up and disappeared out of sight but this was after we all got to watch her for 10 minutes. There was a line of about 15 jeeps in the end but it was still quiet and a rewarding sighting.
 
The rest of the drive we had a few promising leads on tigers from alarm calls and tracks but we didn’t have another sighting. We saw more of the usual suspects which are spotted deer, sambar deer, hanuman langurs, rhesus macaques and wild boars. There was always animals to see, spotted deers number about 22,000 in the park.  
Harry and Brigid are on a tight schedule and are going to visit Bandhavgarh national park before they have to go home. I was also going to visit the park but would have to go back to Jabalpur for the night and then take a train/bus combo to get to the park. Harry and Brigid were going to hire a private taxi to take them to the park to save time. I saw this as an opportunity to avoid travel back to Jabalpur and then travel to the park. It was more than I wanted to spend but it would save me 24 hours and travel hassles so I decided to share the car with them. We left after our morning safari in Kanha. The drive took 6 hours but I was listening to my ipod so I didn’t have to talk at all. The road was a skinny one lane backroad that varied from smooth to rough, with the rough parts prevailing. There was hardly any traffic at all. The only traffic jams we encountered involved herds of cows and goats.
 
We arrived in Tala,the village at the gate of Bandhavgarh park, at 7.30. I took a $5 room at the Tiger Lodge. It was a large room with private bath and kind of rundown but it was the right price. We ate dinner, had a beer and after a hot bucket shower I went to bed because it would be another early morning start tomorrow.
 
 At 6.15am Harry, Brigid, our driver Kunwar and I are in line with about 20 other jeeps at the Khatia gate. We enter the park at 6.30 and drive on one of 5 prescribed routes. After we complete our route and check in at designated place in the park we are free to drive where we want. Unfortunately to finish our route faster our driver speeds through much of the park which I don’t like at all. What if there is something to see on our way to the checkpoint? I tell him at the check point that he is driving too fast and he says now he will drive slower. We see some spotted deer and sambar deer before we check in.
Bandhavgarh was the private hunting grounds of Rewa maharajas. After years of uncontrolled poaching, Maharaja Martand Singh offered it special protection in the early 1960’s. The rugged terrain of the 448 sq. km park is dominated by a high plateau with sal forests and grassy sprawls. Bandhavgarh was the home of the white tiger but the last white tiger was seen in these forests in 1957.

 
We check in at am and then continue exploring the park when we come across a line of parked jeeps and working elephants, this can only mean one thing. There is a tiger hiding among bamboo clumps, found by a mahout, the driver of an elephant. The elephants are ferrying people to the tiger and back like a conveyer belt. It costs 15$ for the 10 minute ride to see the tiger and then back again. None of us in our jeep are interested in doing that, we will just wait on the road and see what happens. Although looking back now I should have done it, just for a nice close up photo of a tiger. After waiting 10 minutes there is some hectic activity… the tiger is on the move. He must have gotten annoyed with all these elephants coming up to him. He’s on the move through tall brown grass but I get glimpses of him. Kunwar maneuvers our jeep further down the road in anticipation of the tigers path. He picked a great spot, although we can’t see the tiger yet he is headed in our direction because we can see 2 elephants following him. He comes into sight on a patch of burnt grass as wide as a road. These firebreaks are all throughout the park and are meant to stop forest fires from spreading too much in the dry season.
 
The tiger is in plain sight on the burnt grass and walking right towards us. I get some good photos as he turns a little to his left and crosses the road about 2 jeeps in front of us. It’s amazing that he walks right through the parked jeeps among all the people watching him. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he crosses the road and goes up a hill on the other side and finally disappears into the bush with the 2 elephants still following him. It’s kind of sad to see all these jeeps and elephants bothering the tiger but I don’t know how they can make it any better. Tigers are a big draw card and I can understand why all these people want a glimpse of this rare big cat. It’s just too bad that it’s circus like and very busy. I guess they could limit the number of vehicles allowed into the park each day like I would see later in another Indian park, but I’m sure this would cause other problems. A bunch of jeeps drive to another area in anticipation of the tiger going there, we follow suit but the tiger never appears. That’s ok with me. I had a great viewing of the tiger before he disappeared, so I’m very happy.
 
We drive up a hill to visit a large statue of Vishnu carved out of a single rock 1000 years ago. After we visit one of 39 man made caves in the park. We see more spotted deer, sambar deer, hanuman langurs and wild boar before leaving the park at 10.30. I eat breakfast alone at a restaurant just down from the tiger lodge. Tala village, like the village at the gate of Kanha is a small one road village with hotels,a few restaurants and shops all to do with tourism in the national parks.
 
Harry and Brigid are leaving tomorrow and they want to do an afternoon safari before they leave. I’m basically doing any safaris that they want to do to save money. We enter the park at 2.30. On our way to the park gate an Asiatic jackal crosses our path and continues towards some local houses. Apparently jackals are seen more often outside of the park and can be heard howling most nights from Tala village. He looked like one of the many stray dogs I’ve seen around India but much healthier with an attractive brown coat. He looked like a happy dog.
 
The afternoon drive is 3 hours and finishes at 5.30. Tigers sightings usually occur from around 4.15 to 5 according to the park guides. We don’t see a tiger on this safari but we do see all of the usual suspects. We are lucky enough to see a pair of barking deer which number only about 150 in the park and are rarely seen. They don’t flee at our presence and we get a good view of them for a few minutes. I’ve seen barking deer in Kaziranga national park in the northeast but this was a much better sighting. I’ve also seen and heard them in Borneo. Their call is suited to their name as it sounds like a scary dog barking. It can sound very mysterious and a little unnerving if you don’t know what it is.
 
Back in Tala I walk the main road and check out the other budget hotels looking for people to share safaris. I’m not ready to leave yet, I”m hooked on seeing another tiger and the possibility to see some other rare animals in the park like the aggressive sloth bear or a leopard. I find 3 English travellers who are also interested in doing a safari tomorrow morning, so I will meet them at their hotel at am.
 
I eat dinner alone and finish eating just as Harry and Brigid are sitting down to eat. I leave after I’m done and go to the hotel of the English travellers to hang out with them. This was the last time I saw Harry and Brigid and was so happy to be free of Brigid. I decided not to speak my mind to her, though I really wanted to. I have a hard time pretending to like someone when I don’t like but after the following incident, Brigid hardly spoke to me anyway.
It was our second morning safari in Kanha with Harry, Brigid and I in the front bench and 3 Swedish backpackers we met at Harry’s hotel, sitting in the back. Twenty minutes after seeing the 2 tigers together we were continuing our safari through the park. Brigid pulls out her digital camera and starts showing the Swedes pictures of their lodge and business back in Alaska. Harry and her run a Kodiak bear safari lodge which, sure is interesting but there’s a time and a place for show and tell and during safari in India is not one of them. I bit my tongue for 10 minutes but then couldn’t handle it any longer. Brigid was sitting beside me and going on and on about her place and their clients and I had to say something. I told her we are on safari and it’s not the time to be showing your photos from home. She said we all paid for our safari which is true I said, but you are distracting them from the safari they paid for. She apologized to them and told me I was rude for saying that to her! She hardly talked to me again after that and that was really sweet. I don’t think I was out of line for saying what I did and after telling other backpackers about them they joked with me when we were on safari saying “Hey, Dan, do you want to see pictures of my cat?”.  I don’t care what anyone says, looking for animals during safari is not a time for show and tell. If she only realized how rude she was to her husband and her condescending tone to locals. She thought her shit didn’t stink and I hate people like that. This is what I wanted to say to her but what’s the point just to get angry over the whole thing….she’s not worth my time. It’s usually very rare that I meet other travellers that I really don’t like.
  It seems like I usually end up hanging out with Australians and English backpackers. More often than not, it’s a couple too. I do hang out with Canadians and Americans often and sometimes Europeans – French, Swiss, German. But for some reason I cross paths with English and Australians the most. I usually travel alone and it’s usually me making the first contact when I meet someone, though not always. I think I’m more inclined to ask someone to hang out whose first language is also English. If I’m alone in a city and I hear a couple nearby speaking English, I’ll strike up a conversation with them. I really like the English and Australian accents and all their slang, which I sometimes adopt. I seem to have more in common with them too.

I met Nick, Tom and Kate, the English backpackers at their hotel at am and then we joined the line up of jeeps at the park gate. They arranged the jeep and driver with their hotel.We had a good safari seeing 6 different types of animal – spotted deer, sambar deer, wild boar, hanuman langurs, rhesus macaques and a jackal. It was a rewarding safari even though we didn’t see a tiger. We saw lots of pug marks but no luck. I didn’t care for our driver or our guide much though. They driver was from the Brits hotel and the guides are mandatory and accompany all jeeps in the park. Though both are private and not employed by the park so quality really varies between people who really care about the park and its animals and others who just want to get you in and out and collect their money. All morning safaris are 4 hours and end at 10.30, so I was confused and angry when the driver was at the park gate to leave at 9.45. We all agreed it was too early to be leaving so I stood up and demanded that we turn around and not leave the park until our promised time of 10.30. They tried to give excuses but we weren’t having any of it so they turned around and we left the park at the proper time. Sure, we didn’t see much else in the extra 45 minutes but it’s about that, it’s about the principal and getting what we were promised.
 
The Brits were hanging around for another day but didn’t want to go on another safari afternoon. I didn’t understand this, they came all this way only to do one safari? Bandhavgarh national park isn’t on the way to anywhere and people make the effort to come here to go on more than one safari, I thought. Oh well, to each their own, but I was still interested in doing more safaris. Luckily for me 3 more backpackers arrived at their hotel and we went out for the afternoon safari.
  We entered the park at 2.30 and right away our driver sped to a place where a tiger was last seen on the morning safari. I hate speeding through the park at anytime but I must admit this time it paid off. After 10 minutes we came across 2 parked jeeps. They were watching a tiger through bamboo clumps lying down on a dried up sandy river bed. We tried to get a good view but the jeeps wouldn’t move at all. I got a photo of the tiger through some foliage. He only rested for a few minutes after we arrived then got up and disappeared into the undergrowth. We followed the road to his anticipated destination and waited along with 8 other jeeps. We waited for 30 minutes and then drove to a waterhole and then came back and waited another 30 minutes. There was no guarantee of the tiger coming out here and the others had not seen much of the park so we all agreed to leave and explore more of the park. We saw more of the usual suspects but no tiger again.
 
We all ate a delicious and cheap dinner at my lodge. The lodge only cooks one meal -thali. Thali is common in India and has variations from north to south but basically it’s a variety of different food in small proportions, rice, curried vegetables, curried potatoes, curd ( we call it yogurt ), chapathi ( unleavened bread) and there’s always some food that I don’t know. It’s kind of an all you can eat thing with most places refilling you almost endlessly. I was always stuffed after eating thali. I was a little confused the first time I experienced thali. I was on a bus with all locals and we stopped at a roadside restaurant for lunch. It was quite chaotic and busy with young men running around with stainless steel plates, each with little sections so the different foods don’t mix. I sat down at an empty table and was joined by an Indian guy in his mid 20’s. I asked him what was going on and what I was supposed to do. Seeing that I was unsure of the protocol, an alert and English speaking worker of the restaurant helped me out. They filled all the sections with various food and then I had the option of choosing fish or pork as an add on. As I finished my rice and veggie sections, they were quickly refilled. I started to understand the system and thought it was a great idea. If I was ever undecided on what to eat after that or just felt lazy, I would order thali. While we were eating dinner, an Englishman/ Indian woman couple joined us. They were looking for foreigners to share a jeep with on the morning safari. The 6 of us agreed to meet at the Brits hotel the following morning.
 
My third morning of safari at Bandhavgarh began like the rest. 6 of us were in the jeep at the gate at 6.15am. For me going on safari is a very exciting activity because of the unpredictability of animals. Our morning drive consisted of seeing the usual suspects of the park but unfortunately no tiger and no significant events to mention. I had actually planned on leaving today but since there were 5 other people interested in going on another safari it would be cheap for me to go again so I decided to stay another day.

The 6 of us decided to go on the afternoon safari too. This would be my last safari in this park because my money was running low with nowhere to get more and plus, I felt satisfied in the number of safaris I had done. We searched in vain for the tiger but only saw more of the usual suspects. The safari got interesting around 4.45. There was a huge lineup of jeeps and 2 buses parked along a road. Obviously a tiger was in the area. Only 4 jeeps saw the tiger but the rest got into position to intercept the tiger in his anticipated course of direction. We waited but unfortunately the tiger wasn’t aware that he was suppose to make another appearance and no one saw him again. Oh well, no tiger on my last safari here but I still feel very lucky, thrilled, rewarded and immensely satisfied that I was able to see 5 tigers, not many people can say that.

My plan after leaving the tiger reserves of central India was to go south overland to Hampi. Hampi is a small laid back place dotted with ancient temples among a surreal landscape of giant boulders and was recommended to me by other travellers. Unfortunately Hampi was almost 1000 km away and there was nothing I wanted to visit along the way, so it looked like I had a few days of travel ahead of me.
 
The days of transit began on my final morning in Tala. I got up a 7.30am to eat breakfast and catch the 8.30 bus to Umaria where I would catch a train at 10 to Katni and so on. The bus to Umaria is one hour so I thought I had plenty of time to catch the train. Unfortunately for me the bus was 30 minutes late and I missed the train by literally 2 minutes. This was annoying since the next train wasn’t till 4.30. Being late by a few minutes cost me 6.5 hours of waiting.
 
The driver of the autorickshaw that took me from the bus station to the train station was a really nice guy. He asked me and I told him that I missed my train and had 6 hours to kill. His English wasn’t great but he told me to come with him, “ No money, no money.” he said. Now that’s a phrase I don’t hear very often! He took me to a part of town to watch a small parade or festival like thing. It consisted of about 14 males of different ages all painted yellow with blacks stripes of the tiger and intricate images on their backs, the tail included. They danced down the street to the beat of drums and a flute. They stopped at a temple were they danced for 10 minutes. Each of them then took turns kneeling and kissing the feet of some important looking guy standing on the steps to the temple. I’m not sure what this meant but I’m guessing it was to show some sign of respect. It was very interesting and totally unexpected. I was the only white guy around. After this I jumped back into his autorickshaw and we went to his house. He just wanted to be friends and seemed very genuine. He told me his name but I’m so bad with remembering these Indian names. I much better with remembering animal facts. I left my large pack at his house with his sister and her kids. He exchanged his autorickshaw for his motorcycle and we were off again. I bought us a simple lunch of samosas, which are very tasty and cheap, around 25 cents. We went to a reservoir a few kilometers out of town.
It felt refreshing to be travelling on the back of a motto again. It may not be the safest way to travel in most of India due to the mad traffic and horrid roads but here the was hardly any traffic. We’re weren’t wearing helmets which is nothing new for me while travelling but out of all the countries I have visited, I have seen the highest number of people wearing helmets in India. I hired a lot of mottos for transport while travelling around Cambodia in 2003.
 
The reservoir was very peaceful with some locals hanging out and fishing. Next of this unofficial local tour was a temple in the middle of nowhere. I had a feeling I was one of very few foreigners who saw this part of India. Back at his house I relaxed until I had to catch my train. Now this guy wasn’t totally innocent and a few times asked me for a gift but I had nothing I wanted to give him. I don’t like people being nice to me just to get something in return, just leave me alone if that’s the case. This guy wasn’t too demanding and didn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth. He was overall very nice and accommodating for me.
  He dropped me at the train station and in 4 hours I was back in Jabalpur where I would spend the night. I had planned on leaving the following morning but decided to stay in Jabalpur for the day because I had been doing something everyday since I left Varanasi and just wanted a do nothing day. Jabalpur is just another noisy, polluted Indian city but I didn’t mind it. Most of the traffic was motorcycles instead of cars and this made it more tolerable. I didn’t see any other white faces around. I tried to book multiple train tickets for the long journey south and found out that the trains were booked for days. My best option and most convenient option was to fly from Nagpur. The next afternoon I took a really nice deluxe A/C bus to Nagpur. It was a smooth 6 hour journey. I arrived in Nagpur, went straight to the Hotel Bluemoon and ordered chicken curry and a beer from room service. It was late and I didn’t feel like going out to search for food. I’ve been spoiled by room service and TV at many of the hotels though I only take advantage of room service when it’s late or I really don’t feel like going out. It’s too bad my hotel in Varanasi didn’t have room service while I was sick.
 

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India- Northeast Nov. 23 – Dec. 23 2007

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Northeast India

47 hours after leaving my house in Niagara Falls, I arrived at the Gulshan Cottage hotel in Kolkata (Calcutta) on November 23,2008. Kolkata is the capital city of West Bengal state and is India’s second biggest city. It was a long journey and I’m glad to be here. I flew from Toronto to Paris to Mumbai to Kolkata, total flight time 18 hours. I like to minimize the backtracking I have to do during a trip. For the areas I wanted to visit it made the most sense to fly into Kolkata and then fly home from Mumbai.The flights were a little bumpy but nothing too scary, besides, as long as I have my own personal screen on the chair ahead of me, I’m happy. I watch movies and shows until my eyes sting and I feel like sleeping.Kolkata is kind of crazy, its population of 14.7 million creates way too much pollution, traffic, beggars, poverty, honking horns and too many people! It reminds me of other capital cities of developing countries except with a little more of all the bad stuff I just mentioned. I don’t like it but it does feel strangely comforting to be back in a developing country. This is my tenth consecutive year travelling during the winter season. I was glad to be out of my temperate home country of Canada, where winter will be beginning soon. The city is pretty much what I was imagining,it’s no surprise. My taxi got a flat tire on the way to the hotel, a fitting start to the trip, but this only delayed me by 10 minutes. I didn’t get my first hotel of choice but a helpful tout showed me a few other places before I settled on the Gulshan cottage. I usually don’t like touts or use their services but even after I told this guy I knew where I wanted to stay, he kept following me. He had a stack of business cards from hotels in the area. He would tell me the stats of the hotel as he followed behind me…good price, close by, clean, many foreigners staying there, and so on.My small,windowless room is very quiet with TV and attached bath for about $12. It’s exactly what I wanted just to rest off the jet lag. I ate my first of many delicious curry chickens with rice and washed it down with a pineapple shake. I crashed off and on for 18 hours, as I always do after a few days of travelling by plane.
The Gulshan is located in the traveller ghetto of Sudder St.. It reminds me a lot of Khao San Rd. in Bangkok with many foreigners around and lots of places to eat,stay and lots of travel agencies. I don’t absolutely hate it here but I still can’t wait to leave. I read a local paper and found out that travel agencies are canceling their tours to the Sunderbans due to the cyclone that ravaged Bangladesh and parts of India a few days ago. The Sunderbans form part of the largest mangrove estuary in world and are famous for the large population of man eating tigers.The Sunderbans was supposed to be my first national park to visit but now instead I’m heading north. I’m in India mainly for the wildlife but there are also some non wildlife things I want to do while here. The first one being a trek in the Himalayas. I have trekked in mountains in South America, Africa and South East Asia and I really wanted to trek in the highest mountain range in the world.
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I bought a train ticket to Siliguri, the jumping off point for excursions in the north, about 600 km away.This was the start of a 4 month backpacking trip from the northeast of India to the southwest. My main interests are animals and forest but I would also be visiting some temples, ancient ruins and beaches. I arrived in Kolkata just in time because there was some violence and a small riot on Wednesday (it’s Friday now), but things appear to have calmed down now, though Kolkata is so vast and sprawling that there could be violence going on and I wouldn’t even know it. The weather is dry and warm but not hot like I thought it would be. It’s only about 26C but very comfortable, hey, I’m not complaining! Anything is better than the temperature in Canada!

My train, the Testa Torsa left surprisingly on time for Siliguri at 1.35pm. The train station wasn’t nearly as hectic as I had envisioned it. This was to be the first of many long distance train rides. I got a comfortable bed in second class with air conditioning. The compartment contains two sets of bunk beds. The train is the best and most comfortable option for long distance overland journeys. I get shaken around a bit in my bed during the night and the train is loud but I manage to get in some sleep. Unfortunately I arrived in Siliguri at 3.30am and with an elevation of 1100M above sea level, it’s a bit chilly on the bicycle rickshaw I take to a hotel. My first chosen hotel is full and so are my next few choices. I should have booked something to let them know I’m coming but I didn’t and now I’m paying for it. It takes an hour to finally find a hotel but I am very happy with Hotel Ashiana. I get a very spacious room, 2 beds, chairs, table, TV and hot shower for $13. I’m still feeling tired from my night in the train and sleep till am. I grab a fresh orange juice at a roadside stall and eat a delicious and unexpected breakfast of French toast and omelet, washed down with a sweet coffee. Siligiri is like a smaller, more manageable version of Kolkata with traffic, pollution and poverty.
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I walk to the tourist office and book two nights at Jaldapara Tourist Lodge near the Jaldapara Wildlife Sanctuary. I paid upfront for two nights and if I liked it I could stay longer. The tourist office told me the train for Jaldapara left at 7.30am and took 3 hours to reach the village of Madahirat. I was at the station at 7 but the train didn’t leave till 8.30. I had my first (but certainly not the last) tea while I waited. It was chai tea complimented with copious amounts of milk and sugar so of course it tasted good! I’m not into tea but I like this. It came in a 2 oz glass and cost 8 cents! I went back for another cup. I sat on an uncomfortable concrete bench reading while I waited. It wasn’t a busy station and I was the only white face around.
  There was no seat number on my ticket so I just sat on any available wooden bench seat. It wasn’t crowded and fairly comfortable except for the wooden seat. My spine would pay for that later. The 3 hour journey took 4 hours and we passed through some forest, rice paddies and tea plantations. The Jaldapara tourist lodge was only 5 minutes from the station in the village of Madahirat. My room was large with a balcony, TV, huge bathroom and hot water. I ate lunch with a friendly French couple and arranged to go on an afternoon jeep safari with them and some other guests of the lodge. I really wanted to do an elephant back safari but they were only going in the morning.
Three impeccably dressed Indian gentleman, the French couple and I squeezed into the back of a small jeep with two benches facing each other. It was a pretty tight fit. I was glad that after we entered the sanctuary they put up the benches and we all stood. We saw Rhesus Macaques on the way in and a few peacocks, the national bird of India. Rhesus Macaques are the most widespread primate in northern India and are often seen in Indian towns and temples. They can be aggressive and fearless towards humans. Out of India’s 15 species of primates, the Rhesus Macaques are the most common. They are a reddish brown color with a bare ass and red rump, weighing up to 11 kg. They are found in troupes of 5 to 50 individuals with a dominant alpha male. I didn’t see any of them long enough to get a good photo.
We drove about 15 minutes into the sanctuary and stopped at a large and sturdy built watchtower. There were some domestic Indian tourists already at the tower. I scanned the tall grass surrounding the tower looking for anything I could see and spotted a few Hog Deer. India contains 9 species of deer and the Hog Deer is only found in a few isolated pockets in the northeast. It can weigh up to 50 kg and stand 71 cm at shoulder height. Their preferred habitat is grasslands and swamp forest. As I was watching them someone spotted a herd of 10 gaur, the world’s largest bovine, also mistakenly called Indian bison (no relation to North American bison). The Guar is a large and handsome animal. Their body is black and hairless and they look like they are wearing white socks. They are found in mixed decidous forest, scrub, evergreen hill forest and grasslands, attaining a height of almost 2m at the shoulder. This herd was too far away for a decent photo but there are many other places where I was able to photograph guar more closely.
Suddenly there was some frenzied commotion,an Indian rhino was spotted! It was in the distance but came out on to the road and I could see it very clearly through my binoculars. I was so happy and surprised to see an Indian rhino where we were, since we weren’t that deep in the park and staff were living close by but I guess that doesn’t matter when you weigh 1200kg!
There are 5 species of Rhino left in the world, 2 in Africa and 3 in Asia with the Indian or greater one horned rhino being the biggest in Asia. It really does look primitive like it has plates of armor hung over it. It was only visible for a few minutes then disappeared again into the tall grass. We left and drove to another watchtower. This time my mind was really blown when we spotted another rhino, this time much closer. Although it was somewhat obscured by tall grass there was no mistaking it. I watched it till it disappeared again. It was 4.45 and getting chilly as the sun was beginning to set.
  Back at the lodge dinner was mostly the same as lunch, curried potatoes, chicken, rice, cucumber, tomatoes, onion, roti bread and some kind of soup, all very tasty. I wasn’t expecting my room to have a TV and fell asleep watching movies. I arranged an elephant ride for the following morning at 6.30.
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A knock on my door at 5.30am meant my mandatory rented taxi into the park was here. I was alone in the taxi, though I didn’t mind being alone, sharing the taxi with someone else would have helped cut down on what I thought was an expensive taxi for just a 7 km ride each way. On the drive in I saw a barking deer. I have seen barking deer before 5 years ago during a 3 month backpacking trip in Malaysian Borneo but I was happy to see them again. Barking deer are named after their intimidating call which sounds like a barking cough dog with a sore throat and can be kind of scary if you don’t know what you’re hearing. Barking deer are also called Indian Muntjac and are found throughout India in hilly decidous and evergreen forests. They are a smaller deer weighing in around 28 kg and are not often seen. I arrived at the Hollong lodge inside the park at 6 which is the starting point for elephant safaris. There were only 5 going on safari, myself being the only foreigner. There is a raised platform used just for getting on/off the elephant. I shared the riding platform with an Indian couple. There is a small sitting area roped to the elephant and laid with cushions, it was very comfortable. It was so cool to be riding on an elephant have seen elephants many times in the wild in South East Asia and Africa but have never been this close. I thought he would smell but he didn’t, they are kept very clean and washed everyday. Elephants are more like us than I knew. I learned this after one of numerous river crossings when the elephant farted! Thankfully, the wind was on my side and I didn’t smell anything. It was very peaceful and I felt like I was floating among the grass on the giant beast. We also passed through some forest in the park which comprises of a lot of tall trees but they are spread apart and this allows a lot of light to reach the forest floor creating a very dense and tangled undergrowth. This was not rainforest, more like a degraded secondary forest. Technically speaking India’s only true evergreen rainforest exists only the northeast. Many of other types of forest but they are mostly monsoon seasonal forests.
 
Though the elephant ride was a lot of fun we didn’t see any animals, but that was ok. On the drive out I saw a large troupe of rhesus macaques. I ate breakfast at the lodge and relaxed. I wanted to go on another afternoon jeep safari but there were no other guests interested and it was much too expense to go by myself. I had to pace my budget and couldn’t justify spending a lot of money in this park. I spent the afternoon wandering around the village a bit and just hanging out. I’ll be visiting many more parks and decided not to stay any longer than I had booked for.
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I was on the train back to Siliguri at am. It was a different train this time, padded seats (oh yes!) and much faster, taking less than 3 hours. As soon as I got off the train I remembered what a hellhole Siliguri is. The traffic, the crowds and general chaos. Just negotiating the urban jungle here to me is more dangerous than any wild jungle! It seems like there’s always a truck or bus or bike or rickshaw or motorcycle or person coming my way. Horns are always blaring and I always have to watch out. I got another room at the Ashiana but this time it was with one bed and cost only $9, though everything else about the room was the same as the two bed room I had before. I retreated into my room for most of the day.
 
The French couple I met at Jaldapara told me they had just come from Darjeeling and there was some kind of strike going on there. Everything was closed. That didn’t sound good because Darjeeling was my next destination. I went to the tourist office and they told me everything was back to normal now, so that’s good. Tomorrow I will go there and hopefully arrange some sort of mountain trek.
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 I took a shared jeep taxi to Darjeeling. It was a smooth uphill ride. Darjeeling is at 2134M and it’s almost winter here in the northern hemisphere. Technically it’s out of the tropics too so it gets bloody cold (for me anyway). It was 11C last night and has barely reached 14C during the day. I’m sure some of you are thinking this is your ideal climate and I understand that but not for the heat loving monger I am. I even bought a fleece sweater and gloves for $3.50. I had brought a snow hat with me from home. Nothing is heated making it damn cold when I have to get up in the middle of the night to relieve myself! The hotel supply lots of blankets and I had them all on last night but then woke up in the middle of the night sweating, guess I didn’t need them all! I was staying at the Tower View for $6 a night but the room was concrete with a bare and cold concrete floor and very simple and I thought I could find something more comfortable but it would do for one night. I had been walking around for a while on Darjeeling’s hilly streets and just wanted to settle on a place, even if it’s only for one night.
 
Darjeeling is on a steep ridge with fantastic views though the snow covered peaks of the Himalayas have been obscured by clouds since I got here. I checked out a few travel agencies and put my name down as interested in a 6 day Singalila ridge trek offered by Trekmate. The guys at Trekmate told me that 5 minutes after leaving someone came in who was also interest in the trek. This is great news. I trek was a bit expensive to do on my own but dividing the price between the two of us brings the price right within my budget and with the added benefit of some company for the trek. The trek goes through some forest but I’m doing it mostly for the scenic panoramic views. There’s not much trekking in India’s parks so this might be my only time for an epic hike.
  I like the laid-back atmosphere of Darjeeling. It’s kind of touristy with lots of foreign and domestic visitors, souvenir shops,restaurants and hotels but nobody is pushy or persistent. There are many pretty girls here with features more like Nepalese people than Indian. A large portion of the population are Gurhka, decendents from Nepal and they are advocating secession from West Bengal state for their own state. On one of the many hilly streets in the center of town there is a hand written type of news bulletin on the side of a building. Though I can’t read it, there is always a crowd gathered around it getting the latest news.
There is only some traffic and it’s easy to get away from it. The streets are very narrow and steep and vehicles don’t have 24 hour access to all the road. There’s towering 20M Cryptomeria trees and even wild Rhesus Macaques hanging around. I’m amazed at how cheap some of the street food is. I had five of these little fried orange potato patty things for 12 cents. I also ate some very tasty samosas on the train on the way back from Jaldapara for 5 cents each. Even eating in some restaurants is very cheap with a meal and drink for under $2. I searched around for other hotels and found a room to my liking and within my budget at the Hotel Dil. My room is large with attached hot shower and TV for $7.50. I haven’t even stayed at a hotel mentioned in the guidebook yet. There’s just so many places to stay that aren’t listed in the guidebook. What do I care if it’s in the guidebook or not as long as it’s satisfactory to me. I had lunch in the Glenary cafe where they have some super fantastic delicious desserts. I wolfed down a delectable dessert known as ‘death by chocolate’. There are many Tibetans here and Tibetan restaurants. I found my favourite one called Kunga and eat there frequently. A big bowl of fruit, muesli, yogurt and coffee for $2 became my regular breakfast.
 
I’m going to wait a few days to begin the trek to help myself get more acclimatized. Everything is included in the trek and we will be staying in trekkers huts along the way so I don’t need my tent. I only have to carry my clothes,sleeping bag and personal items. Other than that I just have to hike, sounds easy to other treks I’ve done carrying 12 kg of gear or more. I haven’t done a mountain trek quite like this before. The closest thing would be the Inca trail in 1998 and summiting Pico Humboldt, Venezuela’s second highest peak at 4095M which I did in 2000. I’ve done some mountain climbing and volcano climbing during the last 7 years but most of these started at sea level and were a straightforward up and down affair and hardly reached the altitude I’ll be trekking at now. This time I’m starting at 2100M and peaking at about 3600M. Nights are going to be really cold but hopefully clear skies and amazing stars will help me not thinking about it too much. I’m really going to appreciate the warm lowlands after this, that’s for sure! My last day in Darjeeling before the trek was fairly lazy. I visited a botanical garden but other than that just relaxed and rested. I went to bed early because I would be waking up at am.
 
My 24 year old guide Arpan picked me up from my hotel at 7.30am. We picked up Warner, 43, American, who I would be doing the trek with. Warner and I instantly got along and I knew we would have a great trek together. We have been to many of the same countries and he has been travelling seasonally for the last 20 years. He just came from trekking in Nepal. We drove for an hour in a minivan to our starting point. We had breakfast and then started the hike. To Warner’s and my surprise we started walking on a road and stayed on a road for the first 4 days of our trek. But this was not a frequently used road and we maybe saw 2 jeeps a day. It was more like hiking on a 3M wide trail.
  The trail climbed until our view below was obscured by clouds. We stopped for tea after a few hours and we were literally in the clouds. It started to get chilly and we kept hiking. By 1.30 after 4.5 hours trekking we arrived at a cluster of trekkers huts known as Tumling. We ate lunch here and then had the option to sleep here or sleep at a less appealing government run hut another 6 km further on. They left it up to me to decide and I choose to stay in Tumling. Our dinner was to be the staple of most meals in the Himalaya – rice, dal (lentil soup) and veggies, with some variations.
I’ve had an upset stomach off and on for a few days and it doesn’t bother me when I’m walking but it does bother me when I’m resting. I thought it was too early in my trip for my old enemy Giardiasis to return so I started taking ciproflaxin but it had no effect yet. Giardiasis is an intestinal parasite caused by Giardi lamblia and is found in contaminated food and water and is the result of fecal contamination by humans or animals. It’s common in developing countries but also found around the world. The first time I was diagnosed with it was in 2000 after returning from a 4 month trip to Ecuador, Costa Rica and Venezuela. My symptoms weren’t severe but included rank smelling loose bowel movements, excessive gas, occasional cramps, loss of appetite and a generally unwell feeling. I thought it was just travellers diarrhea and would go away. It was only after the intense urging of my friends to see a Doctor did I find out that it was actually Giardia. Thankfully it’s easy to take care of with a few pills. Since then I haven’t been to a Doctor to be officially diagnosed with Giardia again but I have had Giardia a few more times. I know the symptoms now and administer self treatment. Almost any pharmacy in a developing country can supply you with the proper pills at a ridiculously low cost. I’ve met many travellers who have also had it. I just hoped it wasn’t Giardia this time because I left my pills for it along with most of my stuff at my hotel in Darjeeling.
 
For some weird reason the road dips into Nepal for a short stretch and this is where Tumling is, so I have unexpectedly visited Nepal.Tumling is at almost 3000M but we couldn’t see anything and were totally enveloped in clouds. It dropped to 4C at night but I was warm in the sleeping bad provided by Trek Mate. I also took advantage of a down jacket they offered which I wore in the evenings before bed. Sleep was made even warmer by the hot water bottle that the lodge gave us to stick inside our sleeping bags. I have never had that before and it was luxury, since I can’t sleep with anything but my boxer shorts on. I have tried and it’s just too uncomfortable. If I get cold, instead of putting on more clothes, I put the clothes inside the sleeping bag with me and use them as tiny extra blankets. I was going minimalist on this trek, carrying only what I needed. The warm down filled sleeping bag provided by Trekmate was huge and filled most of my  22L day pack. If I wanted to bring more stuff then I would have had to carry my large 70L pack. I didn’t want to do this because it would add more weight and most of my pack would be empty, so I decided to go minimalist. I carried a change of clothes ( which I didn’t use), headlamp, toothpaste, toothbrush, moisturizer, alarm clock with thermometer, water purifier, camera, extra batteries, and toilet paper.My water bottle and down jacket were on the outside of my pack as were some goodies I picked up in Darjeeling. I told the owner of a small shop I was going trekking and he recommended chunks of yak milk about half the size of an ice cube. He said they had no taste and he was right but there was a slight buttery/rubber taste but I didn’t mind it. I chewed on single piece for hours to keep my mouth moist. Warner didn’t share my taste for them! I also had chocolate ‘ lollipops’ which everyone liked.
I am a gear junkie and like to have some of the best quality and lightest gear while travelling. I really like travelling minimalist style. I don’t need much to get by. If I didn’t read or camp, I could travel with hardly anything at all, but I like to have lots of books and all my camping gear with me on every trip.This causes the most weight in my pack. I always travel with 2 packs, a small day pack, which contains my most important possessions – camera, money, guidebook, journal and my main large pack which contains everything else. My large pack usually weighs around 20 kg. Unfortunately for this trek, I was a little bored at times when we weren’t hiking. I didn’t bring anything to do, no ipod and no book. I talked with Warner at these times or just stayed in bed trying to keep warm.
Warner and I shared a two bed room and our attached bathroom even had a flush toilet with western style seat. As Warner put it ‘ This place is the Hilton!’ Before I crashed I noticed the sky was crystal clear but it was too cold to stay outside to appreciate it for long. Today was a short day as we only walked 13 km but we gained almost 900M in elevation.
 
 
Arpan woke us up at 5.50am in order to see the sunrise on the mountains. We could see 4 of 5 of the world’s highest peaks, Everest (8850M), Lhotse (8501M), Makalu (8475M) and Khangchendzonga (8598M). Khangchendzonga is the third highest mountain in the world and the highest point in India. It was amazing to see the sun illuminate these snow covered ranges. The sun also warmed us up. I put some of my clothes in bed with me so they weren’t freezing cold when I put them on. After breakfast we carried on to the small village of Sandakphu were we spent our second night. Along the way we stopped for tea a few times. I really like the trekking here, it’s easy, the views are spectacular and the best of all, we almost have the whole trail to ourselves.
 
Arpan woke us up at am for sunrise. It was 0 degrees again. Today is our longest day because there is no place to stop for tea. Arpan isn’t too happy about this but I don’t care. Stopping at small huts to have tea is a luxury I’ve never experienced on the trail before, so I won’t miss it if it’s gone. We left Sandakphu at 9. At 12 we stop for lunch on a sun drenched grassy hill. Arpan brought us a pack lunch consisting of a chocolate bar, chocolate chip cookies, muffin, fruitcakes, macaroon and a mango juice box. The whole lunch was too sugary and dry for me and I only ate the bar, cookies, muffin and savored the juice box. From here it was only about an hour to reach Phalut at 3600M. We will have walked 21 km, but it’s kind of strange. 21 km sounds like a long distance and it is but it doesn’t feel like it. I can walk for hours before I even look at my watch and think ‘ Holy shit, it’s been that long!’ Even though I haven’t done much physical activity for a while since I finished work 2 weeks before leaving for my trip ( the weather wasn’t conducive for outdoor activities), my legs have been strong and give me no problems or get sore.
  Phalut is on an exposed ridge and consists of one large government run trekkers lodge. No electricity or generator here. There were 2 private rooms with 4 beds, Warner and I shared one of these. The main room was large and had about 20 beds in it.The sun would come and go behind the clouds so I stayed in my warm bed until dinner. The temperature in the kitchen were we ate rose to 11 degrees C from the cooking fire. The stars again were amazing and again to cold to appreciate them for long.
 

We trekked 19 km today and reached an altitude of 3600M. The last uphill bit was slow going for me. I’m in pretty good shape, well, my legs are anyway from weekly mountain bike riding at home. Warner walks with me sometimes but mostly stays ahead. I know how important it is to walk at your own pace so I understand him walking ahead. Arpan stays behind and walks with me. He says I maintain a consistent medium pace which is similar to other Indians he has guided except I break far less often. They will break up to a dozen times when I would only break once. The sun was shining when we arrived in Phalut and I lied down outside for a bit to let it warm me. After I jumped into bed because that was the only warm place until they got the wood stove going in the ‘dining hall’. I hung around the stove waiting for our dinner. We had the special treat of chicken if we wanted it. Apparently they just killed one and I would have to give my order for them to save me some, so I did. It was tasty. I spit most of the small bones back into a small dish. After I was finished with it Warner emptied it onto his plate and ate the rest which had some sauce in it still. He’s an animal and wanted me not to forget to write about it! After that there wasn’t much to do but go back to my warm bed.
  Again we were treated to an absolutely brilliant night sky but now it was way too cold to appreciate it for any length of time. I’m also glad I brought the sleeping bag because ‘mattresses’ here are super thin. I used the blankets provided for some extra padding.
 

Arpan woke us up at am for another mountain sunrise. It was zero degrees C and very hard to get out of bed. I got dressed very fast and went outside to get warm in the sun. Everyone experiencing cold temperatures in the northern hemisphere have it bad, no doubt about it but at least they live in a warm house. I’m sleeping and waking in 0 degree C temperatures and it’s challenging for me. All my friends know I love the heat so this is a new experience for me and surprisingly I’m still enjoying it, maybe because I know it’s only for 6 days. I knew it would be cold and so I’m not going to complain about it.

Today is our rest day according to Arpan. We only have to walk 14 km and it’s all gradual downhill. We leave the barren mountain slopes and enter dense Rhododendron and bamboo forests. Seeing plants and animals in their native habitat has always been a goal of my travelling so it was really cool for me to see a common garden plant like a Rhododendron growing wild and huge. Some of the Rhodos were 10M tall and had a very thick trunk. I can imagine it must be spectacular in the spring when they are all blooming. The more we descended the less rhodos I saw until we entered a temperate cloudforest. Everything had a thick layer of moss on it but the forest was fairly lifeless for animals.
  This is all part of Singalila National Park which we entered yesterday. The park consists of dense evergreen forests which are home to such elusive animals as the red panda. We didn’t see any wild animals on the trek but we did see lots of shit on the road from domestic animals. We descended from Phalut at 3600M to the small valley village of Gorkhay at 2400M.It only took us about two and a half hours. It was noticeably warmer at Gorkhay and the temperature in my room skyrocketed to 15 degrees C. There were 2 small rooms available so Warner and I each had our own room. It felt strangely like I was sleeping in someone else’s bedroom…maybe because I was. When they weren’t taking in trekkers at this house, it was lived in by the inhabitants. My room was decorated with pictures of soccer stars and Bollywood celebrities.We had our usual dinner of rice, dahl and veggies and then it was off to bed for me. I thought due to our lower elevation it wouldn’t get as cold at night but I was wrong. The wind caused the temperature to drop to 4 degrees C. We were lucky we haven’t had any wind so far on the trip because it could have made the exposed ridge site of Phalut very cold. Whatever temperature it’s been in my room it has always been 2 or 3 degrees C colder outside. I had a small window in my room and a view of a river that separates West Bengal state from the state of Sikkim.
 
We slept in until 7 because there are no sunrise views from this valley. We put our breakfast table out in the sun to enjoy our porridge and omelet. Our trek today begins through a forest of giant japanese cedars. Most of the trek is through the temperate cloudforest again. We stop for lunch at a beautiful place in the forest beside a river. I eat a massive lunch of french fries and curried pumpkin with rice. My stomach troubles of the first two days have thankfully been cleared up and I feel healthy and strong. Arpan says I’m the opposite of most hikers. Usually they get sick further into the trek, not get better!
After lunch we encounter some roadwork on the trail. They’re in the process of converting the trail into a road. I’ve never seen a mountain road being built before and it was very interesting. Men and women of all ages are working, splitting rocks, carrying heavy loads of rocks and doing general labour. After lunch the trail becomes a road further on and it’s gradual and very easy. We reach Rimbick (2286M),our final destination of the trek around 3.30. It’s the biggest village we’ve seen with a real road and a few cars but it’s still very quiet. We stay in a lodge on the outskirts of town. We walked 19 km today. I get to take a hot shower here, the first in 5 days and it feels great to be clean. The floor of the shower is tile and very cold on my feet. Thankfully they supply a small plastic stool which I stand on.There is even a menu to choose from for dinner and I go with spaghetti for something different. It’s a massive portion of noodles, cheese and sauce and quite tasty for Himalayan pasta.  My room had great view of the surrounding mountains. At night what I thought we a few stars I could see out my window, were actually spread out lights from dwellings on the other side of the mountain.
 
We have to get up at am because our transport back to Darjeeling wants to leave by 7. We have our own private jeep. Warner rides on the back for most of the three and a half hour drive and I get a whole backseat bench to myself. I thought Warner was a bit crazy for wanting to ride on the back of the jeep because it was very cold with the wind outside but after he told me another reason for riding on the back which I understood more. Warner is a tall guy, over 2m, most Indians are 1.5m or less. This means that Warner doesn’t have much room for his longs legs and was actually more comfortable riding on the back standing up.
I really enjoyed this trek and it’s sad to be going back to reality but I’m not going to miss the cold. We arrive in Darjeeling around 11. I say goodbye to Arpan, give him a nice tip and make plans to meet Warner for dinner later. I go back to my hotel and get a room. It feels good to be back in Darjeeling, like I’m coming home to a place I know and like. It’s even colder in Darjeeling than when we left. My room hovers around 10 degrees C all the time. I take a hot bucket shower, though as soon as the hot water stops pouring on me it gets cold and I have to towel dry fast and jump back into my warm bed. I only have one blanket but it’s so thick and heavy that it’s enough to keep me warm.
I meet Warner for dinner and we have a feast of chicken masala,garlic nan bread and beer. Warner is a really cool guy and good company and we might meet up again in February in the south.
I packed up my things and left Darjeeling around noon to go back to Siliguri. I shared the jeep with some Nepalese teenagers. We talked for a while, they were very interested in me. I told them I was from Canada and they asked me if I had been to Niagara Falls. They were really surprised when I told them that Niagara Falls is my hometown and I live just outside the city in the small village of Chippawa.
I work a seasonal job in Horticulture taking care of the gardens right near the Falls themselves. It’s kind of funny, I see tons of foreign visitors in my 8 month season and then I am a visitor in a foreign country for 4 month layoff. This year’s trip to India is special because it marks the anniversary of a decade of seasonal travel. My travels have taken me to every continent except Antarctica ( which I am planning to visit, hopefully in the next 5 years ). With the exception of The Netherlands, I always go to tropical countries for a number of reasons. They are warm (I hate the cold Canadian winters), cheap and have all the things I like, such as rainforest, mountains, volcanoes, ruins, hotsprings and beaches.

 I bought a train ticket for Guwahati, which is pronounced ‘Gwati’. I found this out after being laughed at for the previous way I was pronouncing it. I just said it like it looked like it would be said but I was wrong. I leave at 6.15pm for the 10 hour journey. Guwahati is the capital of Assam state, the gateway to the northeast were I would be off the beaten track. In Darjeeling there were healthy numbers of foreign visitors but outside of there, I haven’t seen many foreigners.
 
I’m very happy to be back in warmer temperatures again but I have not yet experienced any super warm temperatures. I like it 30 -35 degrees C during the day and around 25 dc at night but it’s more like 26 degrees C in the day and 15 – 20 degrees C at night, which I can handle and like ok but I’m just saying it could be hotter! I want to sweat dammit and not just from the food, which has been excellent. Even the food on the train is spicy and tasty. I not a huge adventurer when it comes to food but I am willing to try many new things. Though on my own, I often stick to some of the same foods because I know what I am getting and know I will like it. I look at a menu here and don’t know what I’m looking at. I’m not like some people who travel for food. I like to enjoy my food but I can be very simple about what I eat and it takes me a long time to get sick of a food I enjoy. For example I started eating a simple caesar salad with chick peas last year for lunch at work and proceeded to eat this five days a week for the entire season.
 
I wanted to get the morning train to Guwahati but it was fully booked so I had to take the night train leaving at 6.15pm. My hotel was nice enough to let me stay in my room till 4 without paying more money. I went out to eat and arrived at the station an hour early so I would have plenty of time. I found out after I arrived that a train had derailed not far from here and this was delaying all trains, that sucks! I met a nice Indian family and hungout with them until their train arrived, then I hung out alone reading and listening to music till 9.45pm when my train arrived. We left at 10.15 and arrived in Guwahati at am. I had second class A/C which was the same I had from Kolkata to Siliguri and it was comfortable. I got a top bunk this time, closed the privacy curtain and went to sleep. I walked from the train to the Assam tourist lodge which is only five minutes from the station. I have a big room, hot shower and balcony but no TV for $8.
 
I went to some tour operators to find out about tours to national parks that are difficult to visit independently. I was very surprised to learn that one agency said it would cost me 12000 Rp, ( $300) a day to visit Manas National Park! WHAT! HOLY SHIT! That’s even way more than I paid for safari in South Africa and even more than my most expensive tour I ever took which was in Gabon. There is a daily entry fee of $60, Indians pay a very affordable $2 a day entry fee. Why the huge price increase for foreigners? I don’t know but as I would later learn this was the same all over India. There is a foreigner price and an Indian price. I was willing to break the budget a bit for this, because Manas is one of the only parks I was hoping to visit that is lowland rainforest, but can’t afford this.

Northeast India contains 8 states, 4 of these ( Arunachal Pradesh, Nagaland, Mizoram and Manipur ) require permits for foreign visitors. As for visiting these restricted states, it took 22 days for a permit to be issued but I would still need to have more than one person on the permit. It looks like I won’t be visiting any restricted states but it’s not all bad and it was not a waste of time coming this far east. I can still visit Kazaringa National Park independently and other places without a permit so it’s not a loss for me. I’m just missing out on some places I thought might be possible to visit. Live and learn, but I still can’t believe they want $300a day to visit Manas national Park. This isn’t Africa, there’s no guarantee of seeing any animals. I’ll save my money for another place.
 
As for Guwahati city, it’s a complete shithole. Huge masses of trash litter the street. It makes me crave the lesser shithole of Siliguri though I did have some delicious Thai green curry and an interesting ( non alcoholic) fruit beer. It’s been hard to find beer in India so far, a lot of places don’t serve it. Maybe I’m being too hard on Indian cities, really they are not that much different that many other cities I’ve seen in other developing countries.
  While I was waiting in the lobby of a tour operator I saw a photo of a golden langur in the newspaper at a local temple. The temple is known as Umananda and is on a small island reached by public ferry for 25 cents. The golden langur is a golden colored primate and one of the rarest primates in the world. I don’t think I’ll see it in the wild here so this is as close as I’ll get. They have long, fuzzy, out of control hair and a super long tail. They are free to roam the island but I am pretty sure they are not native to the island, someone must have brought them here. I got some really good close up photos. One of them was almost on top of me as I was photographing another on a railing. I turned around and he was right there behind me. I thought he was looking for a hug. Either that or the more likely explanation that he thought I might have food for him. I wandered around the island a little looking for the monkeys. I unknowingly wandered into sacred area near a temple with my shoes on. I removed them as soon as I realized. A holy man was saying something to me I didn’t understand and I felt a bit guilty coming to this temple island just to see the monkeys.
 
 I left Guwahati at 9.30am on a bus for Kohora, the village closest to Kaziranga national park. I had a soft seat and it was a comfortable five hour ride. Kohora is a village based around tourism in the park. It’s mostly lodges and places to eat and buy souvenirs along a main road. I got a room at the Bonoshree lodge for a reasonable 260 Rupees, $6.50. The room was large but fairly simple. Kaziranga is a park well known for its rhino population and elephant safaris. Elephant safaris must be booked the night before. The office for booking is strangely only open for booking one hour in the evening. I booked for the first safari at 5.15am.
 
  I’m up at 4.30am for morning tea brought to my room by the lodge. I meet my ride to the park at am. I am sharing the car with an Indian man and his 14 year old son. It’s very foggy and a little on the cool side. I share an elephant with the man and his son too. This time we sit on the elephant facing forwards. I was sitting facing one side of the elephant during the elephant safari I took in Jaldapara. There are only 3 seats and I get the last one over the elephant’s ass and yes, he farted many times! I liked sitting facing forward because I can see more but straddling an elephant isn’t the most comfortable thing. We were riding one of the only males and he had a very commanding presence. His name was J Raj and he was 55 years old with massive tusks. There were 14 elephants in total out on the safari, all filled with domestic Indian tourists. I was the only foreigner. There were also two small two year old elephants. They will begin their training at five years old but for now they stay with the group weaving in and out of the herd trying not to get trampled by the other elephants. I wonder about these elephants. Obviously the little ones were born in captivity but what about the older ones? Are they taken from their forest home and forced to have their spirits broken till they become a working elephant? It’s also kind of distracting to have all these elephants around. I found myself constantly looking around at all the elephants instead of concentrating on the safari at hand. I have never been this close to so many elephants and couldn’t help from looking at them.
 
We wait for 20 minutes for the fog to clear up and minutes after the safari begins we spot an Indian rhino. I’m surprised the rhino doesn’t flee with the sight of 14 massive beasts coming his way. A herd of swamp deer which are very rare and only found in a few Indian parks are about 20m away and also not bothered by us. We see a mother and baby rhino and get a bit too close because the mother almost charges us. ‘Get the hell away from my baby!’ is what she’s saying and we do and give them some room. In total we saw 8 rhinos on the one hour safari, which I was very happy with.

Indian rhinos are thriving in the park with almost 1800 individuals at last count but this wasn’t always the case. In the 1800’s, Kaziranga was the hunting grounds of local rajas and they nearly exterminated the entire population. Their numbers plummeted to an estimated 12 individuals in 1908. Protection measures were put in place in 1926 to save the species and the Assam Rhino Bill was passed in 1954 providing the special protection the rhino needed. Kaziranga became a national park in 1974 and is now a World Heritage site covering 820 sq. km.
I team up with the Indian man and his family for an afternoon jeep safari at 1pm but I’m really tired now from getting up at 4.30 so after I eat breakfast I crash for a few hours. Getting up a 4.30am isn’t too fun but it was totally worth it.
  I meet the Indian family (whose name he told me and I forgot, but even he admits it’s too long!) at one and we drive for 30 minutes on the main road to reach the eastern range of the park. We drive on dirt roads until we reach the park gate. Villagers are very friendly with kids waving and wishing us goodbye. They usually skip ‘hello’ and go straight for the ‘bye-bye’. We arrive at 1.45pm but have to wait, permits aren’t issued till 2pm.
  Most of the drive is around a huge shallow lake. This area of the park is absolutely teeming with wildlife. Within minutes we see a lone Asiatic wild buffalo, only found in pockets in the northeast and central parts of India. The Asiatic wild buffalo can weigh up to 1200 kg and stand almost 2m at the shoulder but even this massive animal is under threat from habitat loss and cattle grazing. They are also losing their genetic diversity by mating with domestic buffaloes.
Later from a bit of a distance we see a herd of 40 buffalo and about 20 Asian elephants in the lake. There are also lots of hog deer. We also see rhesus macaques and a few lone buffaloes much closer. India’s largest deer, the sambar are present as are wild boar. We stop at the banks of the mighty Brahamaputra river and I see my first signs of a wild tiger. There are month old pug marks in the banks. To see a tiger in the wild was one of the main reasons I came to India though I didn’t expect to see any in Kaziranga. There are other national parks in the center of India famous for tigers and it’s at these parks that I hope to catch a glimpse of the elusive cat.
  We stop at a few ranger stations, each with a lookout tower. Over another shallow lake we see more elephants,rhinos and hog deer. We drive through some forest and at one point round a corner and scare the shit out of a rhino that was only 3M from the road! We were almost as startled as it was. The rhino took cover in the dense bush not far from the road but was very hard to see.We see more rhinos, barking deer and buffaloes. We didn’t go more than 10 or 15 minutes without seeing animals during our two and a half hour drive. The best part was we were completely alone, not a single other tourist jeep. I liked visiting the park by elephant safari but the jeep covers more ground and is much better value. I can share the price with up to 6 people. The elephant is a fixed price per person and for me it cost $19 an hour.
 
On our way out of the park we see local kids playing cricket less than 100M from 3 wild buffaloes which are considered one of the most dangerous animals to encounter. I’m surprised how close humans and animals live but not everything is kosher in the park and poaching is still a problem. I read in a newspaper the following morning about a rhino being poached the previous day. One of the poachers was shot in the shootout with forest rangers. About 18 rhinos a year are being poached for their horns, which still figure prominently in traditional medicine.Other animals are also poached and I think that’s the reason for the high number of forest ranger stations I saw scattered throughout the park.
 
The Indian family and I agree to go on another jeep safari the following morning in the western range of the park, so I’m up again at 4.30am with my morning tea. I meet the family at 4.50 for our drive to the western range. They are going on an elephant safari at 5.15 but I don’t go and wait for them.I’ll save my money for the jeep safari. On the way to pick them up the driver and I see buffaloes, rhinos and hog deer. We drive to the park gate to pay for our permits to enter the western range. It’s 7.25am but we have to wait again,permits aren’t issued till 7.30am. With the plethora of park fees I have to pay they are bound to forget some and that’s exactly what happened this morning. The Indian guy put me on his permit and I just had to pay entrance fee and my share of the jeep rental. They forgot the camera fee for me, saving me $12, I’m not going to say anything, their mistake. I have already corrected others mistakes if I like the place and feel the fee is justified but as a foreigner I’m already getting charged a shitload more than Indians to visit their parks so it’s not my fault they forgot! At a restaurant in Darjeeling they forgot to put a soft drink on my bill and I alerted them to their mistake and paid the proper amount because I liked the place and it was only about 25 cents anyway.
  The safari drive through the western range was a little shorter than the eastern range and the animals weren’t as abundant. Most of the drive was through tall grass with no water holes. That said we still saw buffaloes, deer, wild boar and many rhinos. At one time I could see 8 rhinos.
 
I eat breakfast and go back to the lodge and checkout at 11.45 to start the (unexpectedly long) journey back to Guwahati. I wait on the main road to flag down a passing bus and it doesn’t take long for me to get a bus but there are no seats so I sit upfront on a pad on the engine with the driver and his 7 buddies. After we stop for lunch I get a comfy seat in the back of the bus. We stopped for a minor bus repair that took 30 minutes and then we’re on our way again. Everything was going smooth until we began to climb a twisty mountain road around 5pm. The bus was quickly dying….it’s dead. Everyone got off and the driver began to flag down passing buses or jeeps for the passengers. It’s now dark out and I waited till everyone else got a ride and was the last one to leave.I waited about 30 minutes till I finally got in the back of a jeep and the driver paid for me. I thought I was on my way back to Guwahati but the jeep stopped five minutes later to let me out at a busy intersection of some small town. This was a busy intersection with people piling on every over crowed bus that stopped. It didn’t’ look good for me. I was carrying both my backpacks since the Assam tourist lodge wouldn’t store any luggage for me the 2 days I would be gone. It’s not easy to jump on a crowded bus carrying my bulky packs. I was thankful when a nice Indian guy started talking with me and helped me get a ride. A bus stopped and he motioned for me to get on. I didn’t see any room but did what he said. The driver made room for my pack at the front of the bus and I even got a seat beside him. I haven’t been overwhelmed with the kindness of the majority of Indian people, most of them push and shove their way in a line or on a bus and have no inclination to help out a foreigner. Some, though are very friendly, helpful and curious.
 
My small stature (5’8”, 140 lbs) has paid off numerous times while travelling, being able to squeeze into some small spaces, though, my broad shoulders don’t always fit in and can make for a tight fit. I was finally on my way back to Guwahati but this was a local bus and stopped almost every five minutes to pick up or drop someone off. They dropped me off and it was a five minute walk to the tourist lodge. It was now 8pm, 3 hours after the bus died and I was getting exhausted. Keep in mind I got up at 4.30am (with no nap). I ate dinner and then crashed, no energy for my planned email writing. I like to keep my friends and family updated during my trips with detailed emails. These formed the base for this book.

The next morning I left early for Shillong, capital of Meghalaya state.It was a comfortable 3 hour ride in the front seat of a jeep (called sumos here) to the hill station of Shillong but my final destination was Cherrapunjee. Unfortunately by the time I arrived there was no more transport to Cherrapunjee, so I had to stay the night in Shillong.I didn’t mind it there. I ate a huge portion of delicious butter chicken masala. My small room had a TV and I spent the night watching movies. Watching movies comforts me and helps me relax and unwind from the travelling and craziness of India. The next morning I was in a sumo for the one and a half hour ride to Cherrapunjee.
 
Cherrapunjee is the world’s rainiest place, though I’ve heard this claim made about other places in Hawaii and Cameroon. It receives 90% of its rainfall from March to October, dry weather prevails for the winter months. The most rain it received was in 1974 when it was pelted with 24M (80′!) of rain. Now that’s a lot of rain! It also received a record of 1.5m of rain in one day! The whole region is a mosaic of forested canyons and very scenic. From the sumo stand in Cherrapunjee (also known as Sohra) I had another 15 km to go to my final destination – the Cherrapunjee Holiday Resort. I wasn’t quite sure how to get there besides hiring my own taxi which due to the price was going to be my last option. I asked a local woman and she was more than happy to help me. Her name was Wanda and she was a short and tiny middle aged woman whose long black hair was more than half her whole body length. Her English was pretty good too. She kept saying ‘ Don’t worry, I’ll help you get there.’ We walked down the road to her cousins house and had tea and biscuits. They said there was a local bus but it came in the afternoon. It was 10.30 now and I didn’t want to wait that long. Wanda said she would feel worried until she was sure I got a ride to the resort. Her cousins joined us for the walk to a junction where we waited for the possibility of hitching a ride, but no one was going my way.
  After getting tired of waiting I decided my best option was just to hire a taxi. Wanda even got the price reduced for me. I finally arrived at the resort at 12. The ride there was spectacular along the canyon with sheer cliffs on my right side and forested drop offs to my left. The resort only has six rooms and they were all full. No problem, I have my tent, that’s why I never book ahead. They had their own tents too but I have mine so I might as well use it. I told them I would pay the same price as their own tents, which was a pricey $10 a night, but I didn’t mind. I always travel with my own tent. I like to be self sufficient. The only thing I’m missing is a stove which I leave at home because the fuel for it can be hard to find in the countries I go to.
The resort is in a fantastic location at the top of a hill with views all around. The super friendly and accommodating owner, Dennis, supplied me with towels, soap, shampoo (which will ‘put the shine back into my black hair’),blankets and hot water for bucket showers. Even though we are at only 900M it got cold at night, down to 13 degrees C., though it didn’t have the cold bite like Darjeeling had. Warm air blows up from the plains of Bangladesh and keeps it a bit milder here.
 
I was here to see the living root bridges I read about in the Lonely Planet guidebook but today I just went to a few viewpoints that were close by. One of the canyon and the other of the plains of Bangladesh. There are some foreigners here and domestic tourists. I don’t like to book anything ahead usually because I know I have my tent as a back up. Some might say I’m roughing it because I’m sleeping in a tent but I’m roughing it in comfort and never dread sleeping in my tent. I’ve actually moved out of hotel rooms before to go into my tent for a better night’s sleep.
I use the self inflating prolite 4 thermarest mattress which turns any ground into a soft bed and it’s compact and light. I use a cheap but durable vinyl blow up pillow with t- shirt doubling as a pillowcase. I sleep in a silk sleeping bag liner and a lightweight warm weather sleeping bag but they will only keep me warm when it’s above 12 degrees C. I had to borrow a few blankets from Dennis for the chilly December nights. December and January are the coldest months in India. I didn’t expect it to rain but I wasn’t worried anyway. I know my tent can handle a lot of rain. I climbed an extinct volcano in the Philippines and did an 8 day trek in Madagascar, both of which I experienced rain that lasted over 22 hours straight! I slept in the driving rain for hours and hours and stayed dry.
I slept in till 8.30 the next morning. After breakfast and washing some clothes I left for the closest root bridge. The bridge is located over the river at the bottom of a canyon which meant descending 2500 steps to the canyon floor. I took my time and got to the bottom after one hour. This root bridge is 15M long and the most well formed being about 200 years old. The bridges are made from the secondary roots of the Indian rubber tree (Ficus elastica). They use the trunk of a dead betel nut tree cut in half down the center and lay it over the river. They train the roots of the rubber tree onto the tree, filling in holes with rocks which the roots will eventually encircle. They take up to 25 years to be formed and are like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I think it’s safe to say they are unique in the whole world to Meghalaya state. The roots anchor themselves in the ground once they reach the other side of the river and become very sturdy. This root bridge didn’t even budge when I jumped on it. I hung out with it for an hour and a half before I hiked back up to the resort. The air was warm and it felt great to be sweating and hiking through the forest again, now that’s what I’m talking about!
 
Before falling asleep my first night at the resort in my tent, I had discovered a tick on me. Earlier that day I was experiencing some pain on my right armpit but thought it was from carrying my pack that morning.It wasn’t until I was gliding my hand over my back that I found a tick behind my armpit. I immediately grabbed my tweezers and my mirror and pulled that son of a bitch of out me. I hate ticks so much, I would rather have leeches on me any day instead. It was a very painful bite and the whole area around the bite was sensitive for almost 2 weeks. It was red around the bite with a curiously symmetrical triangle shape with the bite in the middle. I put some polysporin on the wound and covered it with a band aid. It wasn’t the cleanest tick removal and I might have left some of it in me. I figured this was the case because even months later I had a scar from the bite that would itch periodically.
 
The next morning I told Dennis about it and showed him the bite mark. He knew what to do and grabbed a piece of ginger root, peeled it and firmly rubbed it into the wound, which stung like hell! Ginger has antiseptic properties and he gave me a piece to use later but I couldn’t bring myself to rub it into the wound again. Dennis was very concerned and asked daily if I was feeling better. I’m not sure where I contracted the tick but I think it was the grassy area where I put my tent or at Wanda’s cousin’s house. Dennis said I was the first person to get a tick bite here. I’ve been doing a lot of research about tick bites and the Doxycycline ( malaria prophalactic) I’m taking is supposed to help with any tick bourne diseases but also more importantly the tick has to be infected itself and has to be feeding for over 24 hours which it wasn’t. I’m confident I shouldn’t have any problems but I’m going to keep a close watch on it. The redness and the triangle went away after one day but it’s still sensitive and feels like it’s going to take for a few more days to heal. Always a new adventure!
 
I left the resort at 9.30 for the hike to the much advertised double decker root bridge. I walked 5 km to the village of Tyrna. From Tyrna I began to descend mass smooth concrete steps to the village on the river at the base of the canyon. The path split here and before going the way to the double decker I went the other way to visit two other root bridges. One of them was 30M long, the longest of any root bridge. The other shorter bridge was close by but not used anymore. I stepped on the front of it and it felt really unstable, like it was going to collapse. I didn’t like the look of the 30M one either so I didn’t cross it, I wasn’t going that way anyway. Once I reached the river, which at this time of year is very low, I had to cross a fun and bouncy steel wire suspension bridge. This might freak some people out but I liked crossing it. From it I could see 3 old and broken root bridges. This whole area is littered with root bridges. I climbed a small hill and crossed two more steel wire bridges.
  I finally reached the village of Nongriat, home of the double decker. To enter the village I crossed a very short but very well formed root bridge. It was only a five minute walk to the double decker. It was absolutely amazing, the upper level is five meters higher than the lower and both are well formed. I took photos from every angle, which I did for every root bridge. Locals washed clothes and kids played in the water below. I walked further past the double decker and crossed yet another steel wire bridge connected to a huge boulder in the river. On the other side of the boulder was the last new root bridge I was going to see. I climbed down the boulder to a natural swimming pool area. This area is far from a village so I decided to take a short naked swim…and short it was! The water was about 10d C, I jumped in and jumped out, just long enough to wash some sweat off. I often swim naked at remote places, keeping my clothes. I ate my pack lunch consisting of a huge chicken egg roll and chocolate bar and let the sun dry me.
 
I began the hike back to the resort, all uphill now, which I actually prefer. Downhill is easier, as in you don’t sweat or get out of breath but it’s very hard on the knees. I liked going uphill and getting another good sweat going. I made it back to the resort in good time, six and a half hours after I left and that was taking my time at the root bridges. I relaxed with a milk tea when I got back.
 
 
My first two nights camping Dennis supplied buckets of hot water for showering. There is an existing cold shower surrounded by tarps but it’s much too cold to even think about taking a cold shower. Dennis has some guys coming to remove the tarps and turn the showers into a concrete enclosure with western toilets and a locker for camping guests. I’ve been taking hot bucket showers in the enclosure but after the hot water stops flowing it gets cold fast. I towel dry quickly and put my clothes back on. . It seems about 50/50 here with hotels either having a squat toilet or western style. The masons began building the shower enclosure my second last day at the resort. There was an open room in the resort and Dennis let me use the hot shower in the bathroom for my last two nights. It felt great to have hot water fall on me effortlessly and to wash my hair.
 
My last full day at the resort I just took it easy and took a short hike down into the forest towards the river and back out again. On my walk back to the resort I came across Dennis driving to the nearest village to look for more blocks for the showers. He asked if I wanted to join him. We found the guys and he sorted out the brick problem. He gave the local guys some betel nut and I decided to try it too. I have seen evidence of betel nut chewing everywhere. It creates a lot of red saliva which is either swallowed or spit out. A lot of people spit it out and huge red stains of spit are scattered all over the roads and sidewalks. There are even signs (in English) telling people not to spit in certain areas, like the train station.
I have been offered it many times by local people on buses or wherever. Betel nut is a stimulant and like natives of the Andes chewing the leaves of the cocaine bush (which I also tried but much more preferred them in the tea form available in restaurants in Cuzco, Peru),natives here do it for the same reason of increased energy and suppressed appetite. Betel nut comes from the Betel palm known scientifically as Areca catechu. This attractive and thin growing palm can be up to 25m tall and the seeds contain alkaloids that stimulate the body and mind. These alkaloids are also toxic to intestinal parasites. Betel nut is treated the same way as cocoa leaf with a piece of lime to stimulate the active ingredients. I wrapped my lime and betel nut in a leaf and started chewing. Holy shit, does it create a lot of saliva! I swallowed one huge gob of spit but it was kind of harsh and nasty and burned a little so I was spitting hordes of the stuff out. I chewed it for about 30 minutes and got a photo of my mouth all red and then spit it all out. Not something I’d do again but it was worth a try. Natives here in certain places love the stuff and their mouths and teeth are stained red and they can be hard to understand when they talk to me with a mouthful of betel nut. They have to spit out a big gob before I can understand them.
 
The next morning I sadly left the resort. I really liked the place but had done most of the things in the area and still have plenty left to get to. Before I left Dennis asked if we could talk. He asked what I thought was fair for the camping price since I didn’t use their tent, only their facilities. I told him I had agreed to pay the 400Rp price but he thought it was too much. Just before I was going to suggest 1000Rp for the whole 4 nights he suggested 800Rp ($20)! Hey, that works for me. I left a nice tip for the girls who cooked the food and served me. I never had one bad meal there.
 
Dennis had his driver give me a ride to Cherrapunjee for free. From there I caught a sumo back to Shillong but I wanted to get all the way back to Guwahati to sleep. Wanda asked me to call her from Cherrapunjee before I left, so I did. She said she would meet me at the sumo stand in Shillong. It took me a bit to get a seat because a sumo would show up and everyone would rush it for a seat which I couldn’t do with my large pack because I needed to put it on the roof. I asked a local guy to help me get a seat and he did but we took a shared taxi instead which was fine with me. It was a small compact car with three adults in the front, three adults including me in the back plus two kids,it was a typical full load. As I walked away from the sumo stand back in Shillong I looked for Wanda but she was so short I knew she would be hard to find. I had a feeling she would see me first. Myself walking through a crowd of Indians with my tilley hat and backpack stick out like a sore thumb to say the least. Wanda did find me and we went out for lunch before I took another sumo back to Guwahati. It was a smooth ride and I arrived in Guwahati about 8pm. I took a room at the tourist lodge again and went out to eat green Thai chicken curry, very delicious at the Silk Route restaurant. I ate here every night I was in Guwahati and had the same meal. The staff started to recognize me. On my last visit I met the owner. She had heard about me, the foreigner who was coming in a lot and always eating Thai curry! She was very friendly and spoke good English. It’s too bad this was my last time eating there, I wanted to show her the recommendation for her restaurant in my guidebook.
 
I booked a train back to Siliguri. It was a night train and left at 10.30. The lodge let me keep my luggage there till I had to go. Fortunately the lodge is right beside the train station. I killed the day writing emails, walking around, eating and reading. The train was on time but it took 11 hours to reach Siliguri as opposed to the 9 hours it took coming the other way. I like taking night trains, I go to sleep in one city and wake up in another.
I have another long train journey tomorrow to Varanasi leaving at 10.30am. The train left almost on time from Siliguri junction at 11am. It was a comfortable journey and in the 8 person compartment I had to share it with only one other nice Indian guy so that was really relaxing and quiet. No scenery to speak of along the way, all rural, flat India with brown rice paddies and some villages….boring! The train arrived in Varanasi at 6.30am the next morning, almost 20 hours after leaving Siliguri.

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