Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Off to Chakki Bank

The previous places on our route, viz. Amritsar, Dalhousie and Dharamsala/McLeodganj had been just beyond the expectations. Little did we know that this extent of going beyond the expectations would be further stretched in Rishikesh.

The journey started in a rented car from Dharamsala to Chakki Bank (the station from where we were to catch our train to Rishikesh), where everyone enjoyed a good session of songs sung mainly by the back-benchers, Faheem, Gayatri and me. Rishikesh was gonna be a dry area, meaning no non-vegetarian food and no alcohol. So we decided to have some in the car on our way to Chakki Bank. It's hard to find Kingfisher in rural areas and so we had to quench our beer thirst with Haywards 5000. Pedro, after emptying two and a half cans (or Haywards 12500 as we call it), started feeling a buzz and went on laughing throughout for next thirty minutes until finally he peed and let the beer out of his body.

We reached the station a good one hour early and decided to have dinner at a nearby restaurant. The food was great there but more important the service was great. There was this little chap named Lucky who was serving us. We asked him what we can get in 10 minutes. He gave us precisely the menu that could be made available in 109 minutes. Roopali asked him whether the restaurant served Malai Kofta to which Lucky replied, 'Madam mil to jayega, but Kofta ka stuffing karne me time lagta hai aur phir pakne me bhi time lagega. Kum se kum 20 minute lag jayenge'. Impressed! On top of that, he knew the recipes for all the dishes. After finishing our dinner, we had a chat with the li'l fella. Turned out he scored 86% in SSC. Manish said 'Mumbai aaja, bahot aage jayega tu.' The kid was smart enough to come back with good reply, 'Sir, Bambai aayenge to bigadh jayenge. Wahaan aake aadmi paap karne lag jata hai. Hum yahin thik hai.'

We came back to the station, heavily stuffed, and waited for our train to arrive. Meanwhile, we played some new games on the station like passing a bag (with rollers) through two bottles kept at some distance. We attracted a good amount of crowd that gathered around us to look what we were doing. Apart from that the winner got a round of applause and a bugle salute from Nanu. The train arrived 30 minutes late. We boarded the train, played for a while and then went to sleep. This time the journey was going to be short, we would be in Rishikesh when we wake up the next morning.

Note: Rishikesh is a dry area, no alcohol and no non-veg. It just means it is not sold there. You can carry alcohol with you and drink inside your rooms, not publicly sitting outside in balcony and keeping it on display. Also, you can get alcohol and non-veg food just 2 kms away from Rishikesh in another city/village where it is not banned. Our guides were generous enough to go on their bikes and bring us whatever non-vegetarian food we demanded.
Similarly, Amritsar, or Punjab as a whole, and Dalhousie are a no smoking zone. You have to find proper corner to keep out from police view.


RishikHASH

The next morning, we were short of cigarettes, and as I am used to borrowing one from any stranger, I was looking for someone smoking at the door. Just then Faheem woke up and announce that he has one last cigarette. Great! We all (Faheem, Pedro, Nanu and me) gathered near the door to share the consolation prize. As we were smoking, there was a Fakir smoking something very peculiar and familiar to us, Charas! He caught us stag at him and said, 'Rishikesh ke Rishi, Zindagi Charas aur Nashe me Ghusi' (Most of the Fakirs and Babas are poets, of some weird kind). He then offered us the maal, but looking at his untidiness and uncleanliness, we turned down the offer.

We had already taken up a package deal for four days at Rishikesh and the guides were already waiting for us at the station when we arrived. Two Six-seater auto-rickshaws were ready for us to board. The guides took us through the Ram Jhula on to the other side of the Garhwal district, called the Pauri Garhwal. Our hotel had a good view of the Ganges, and the biggest rooms so far with a hall, a kitchen, a bedroom and a balcony. It was a proper flat.


View from our Balcony

Note: The Ganges river divides the district of Garhwal into two regions, Tehri Garhwal on the west side and Pauri Garhwal on the east. There are several tourists spots on both the sides of the Ganges river, and so you will have to go across Ram and Laxman Jhula several times. So do not spend much time taking pictures at the jhulas, since you'll get plenty of opportunities to do that.



Rishikesh is famous for four major things:

1. It is a highly spiritual place and hence you see a lot of foreigners living in this part
2. The Ganga of course (The Ganges river), which holds a high position in Hindu mythology
3. It is a great place for adventure sports, esp. White water rafting, Rock Climbing and Rappelling
4. Though it is banned, you will find almost easy access to Hashish (Grass), Charas (Cannabis) and Ganja (Marijuana)

All these things can not be covered over a weekend. You need at least a week to do justice to your visit to Rishikesh.

Our package included:
1. Stay at the Hotel for 4N/5D
2. 30km River rafting along with transport to the starting point
3. camp over night, with two meals and 1 breakfast (But they were very generous and gave us three meals)
4. Safari at Rajaji National Park
5. Two treks (water and snacks included)
All of the above included in a package of Rs. 28800/-. That is, Rs. 3600/- per person.


Neelkanth Trek

The first day was not included in our package deal and we had already decided to take rest for the day. But our guides (Vijay and Radhe) were quite some enthusiasts. They told us that we can do a small uphill trek to Neelkanth that day itself. So we agreed. Point of caution here: When the local people say it's a small trek, don't buy it on face value 'coz they are used to walking long distances. Always get a specific answer either in terms of minutes or in kilometers. Turned out the trek was 8 kilometers from the foot of the hill, the foot hill was again a couple of kilometers away from our hotel. And once you start the trek, there is no looking back. Not because you can't, but the trek is through a route where vehicles are not allowed. We somehow managed to creep up the hills, helping each other, and were completely exhausted by the time we reached up.



By the time we came down, it was dinner time. Our guide took us to the Topiwala restaurant, just in front of his office. The service was good, food was awesome, and the VFM was just super. Just imagine. Eight of us ... fulfilled with vegan food ... and the bill doesn't shoot up over 700 bucks. That's 700 bucks well spent! Since we all were tired from the overwhelming trek, we decided to sleep the next day to recover. So everyone woke up at their own convenience the next morning, sorry, afternoon. :)

Note: There is also a restaurant called Chotiwala, which is one of the famous restaurants in Rishikesh, but it is pointlessly expensive.

The next day we didn't have anything planned for the whole group, so we split up. Faheem, Gayatri and Gaury went on to check out the Laxman Jhula and surrounding temples (one of which had 14 floors), while the rest of the gang wanted to try a short rafting route to get ready for the big one coming up on Friday. The Jeep took us 17 kms upwards to the Shivpuri camp. The camps are basically a flat land with natural deposit of sand on the river banks. It was an amazing place with a picturesque view of the valley. Our rafting guide was Veeru and he was accompanied by a kid named Chintoo. Since it was our first experience of rafting in the Ganges, we had decided not to carry any cameras, but Gauri still handed over her camera as it was compact and sleek.

Note: The 17 km rafting costs not more than Rs. 300/- per person.


White Water Rafting

The guide gave us a quick crash course on the paddle movements and the calls he would be giving. A scream to cheer up: 'Ganga Mata ki Jai'! and we took off. The water was cold, and the weather wasn't that warm either, when we came across our first rapid. Rapids are parts of the river where the water is shallow due to which the current are strong and causes the water to wave up and down and thrash on the surrounding rocks. The raft banged against each wave in the rapid, which lifted it up almost 45 degrees upwards. Then suddenly the wave disappeared beneath the raft and sent it crashing down with a loud impact. It was thrilling! There are five to six such rapids, the best ones are at the beginning of the route. Half way through the route, our guide showed us the cliff from where they allow cliff-jumping. It was just two storey high and we thought of it as a cake walk. But as we stopped our raft there, climbed up the rock, and looked down the cliff, believe me we were petrified. The distance suddenly seemed like a mile and we started thinking of the impact. I can't talk about personal feeling of Nanu and Manish, but I know, it was the biggest achievement in my life. That is because I have never jumped into water from that height, and secondly, I am afraid of heights.

We were enjoying this rafting experience very much, but at the same time cursing ourselves that no one was around to take our snaps from the banks. Just then, as we were passing below the Laxman Jhula, you can call it luck, telepathy, god's grace, or sheer coincidence, the same time Gayatri, Gaury and Faheem were crossing over the Laxman Jhula. We were overflowing with joy I thanked anyone and everyone we could for getting this moment captured. We also showed our rafting skills by spinning are raft from right to left and back again.



Note: Make sure the Rafting guide is experienced and has knowledge about the names of the rapids that come your way. There are many interesting names like Three Blind Mice, Roller Coaster, Black Money, etc. and each has an interesting story about the choice of that name. These all names were given by a renowned mountaineer and explorer Edmund Hillary, who traveled in his motor boat against the current of the Ganges river during his expedition. All these stories add more interest to your Rafting experience.

In the evening, we went to witness the Ganga Aarti, which is carried out everyday somewhere around 1800 hrs. The Ganga Aarti is held in front of a temple of Shiva, where you'll find many idols of Lord Shiva, the biggest one sitting right outside the temple on a ramp over the Ganges. The main trustee of the temple, Muni Baba, performs the aarti. It takes around thirty minutes after which the bhajans start and lasts for a couple of hours.


We had our dinner, again at the Topiwala restaurant, and headed to our hotel rooms to end one more day at Rishikesh ... continued in Part 5.

It's strange (always the case) how it seems ages waiting for a trip to start and how quickly the days pass once the journey starts. We are back from yet another trip. This time, a journey to North - Amritsar, Dalhousie, Dharamshala, McLeodganj and Rishikesh.

The Cast: Manish, Roopali, Gayatri, Faheem, Gaury, Nanu, Pedro and Me.


Let's Go! (7th Feb, 2010)

Nanu and I were desperately trying to cut the time till the train's scheduled departure (2230 hrs). We went to the hilltop near National Park and had a couple of cigarettes. We checked the time. It was 1800 hrs. Damn! We needed something more than cigarettes. Something that would last long, really long. And Ting Tong! Our brains lit up. BEERS! I called up Pedro and Amit to inform them about the plan: Beers at my place until we leave for North. The next three hours were spent with beers and chakhna, listening to music and watching Raat Gayi, Baat Gayi! (Fun movie, Don't miss).

Sachin and Rasika brought their car to drop us at the Borivali station. We met the rest of the gang at the Station and boarded the Golden Temple Express to begin our 30-hour journey to Amritsar. It was going to be exhausting, but we didn't let the moods swell by playing a lot of games like Antakshari, Dumb Charades, Uno, Mendi Coat and Black Queen. Pedro and Faheem discovered a chemistry building up between them during the game of Charades. They both have the same style of enacting movie names that only they both understand. We also played a memory game with country names where our very own Subodh, a.k.a. Nanu, emerged as the winner by remembering names of 27 countries in a specific order.

We also had unwanted visitors, like a Papaji and a woman with a kid, with whom we shared our seats for a while. They used the Express trains to commute to near
by places (a couple of stations away), since there are no local trains available. Papaji also helped us with a couple of songs during Antakshari.

Note: There are just three trains plying from Mumbai to Amritsar and all take more than 30 hours to reach Amritsar. Alternatively, you can catch an Express to Delhi (minimum 12-13 hours) and then catch a train from Delhi to Amritsar (minimum 7 hours).

After two long nights the train finally reached Amritsar in the morning of 9th Feb, 2010 at 0800 hrs.



Amritsar welcomes with Frauds

This is not our first experience with the North and we know that Delhi, Delhi NCR and Punjab are stuffed with muggers, robbers and frauds. So we were prepared to some extent, but we still fell short. We got accommodation at a Hotel named P.S. Nancy, just a 10-minute walk from the end of the station that is close to Gulbagh. The rooms were spacious, with a good view from the balcony and cheap. The Manager of the Hotel said that they served non-vegetarian food also, but later the same night turned away saying they didn't have chicken in stock. We had planned two places per day for our 2-day stay there. But the rental car dealer said that Amritsar is so small, you can cover all the points in one day. We went to Durgiana Temple and some other temples first. Only the girls were interested in checking out those temple, so the guys chilled out back in the car.

Then next was Jallianwala Bagh. We felt the depression as soon as we entered the Garden. As you walk around in the Jallianwala Bagh, you find boards that describe what happened at that spot.The bullet holes in the wall, the Martyr's well, the shattered windows, everything hit us so hard we did not even think of posing for a picture. These are some moments one would wish to erase from the history.


Just a few meters away from Jallianwala Bagh is the Harmandir Sahib, commonly known as the Golden Temple of Amritsar. It's a Sikh shrine that is surrounded by an man-made pond, whose water is believed to have healing powers. I have never seen such a clean premises at a religious place (esp. the Hindu temples, where you always find flower petals, milk, water, chunks of prasad scattered and smashed on the floor. The staff of the temple also seemed very helpful. The one thing I liked was that there was no frisking. We could carry cameras, cellphones and other electronic devices into the tem
ple. Though there are areas where photography is prohibited, they allow you to carry the cameras trusting you that you would not do any illicit activities. The only thing they keep in custody are your footwear. After a long time I have seen a religious place that stands to it's motive and does not incline towards business.


From here we headed towards one of the two main attractions of the trip. The Wagah Border! It was more fun and adveture than we expected it to be. The Wagah border directly opens into the city of Lahore, Pakistan, and we were just ten steps away from Pakistan. Never felt such a blood rush without doing anything. The two countries had opened the gates at this border to increase trade and transport and to improve relations between the two arch rivals. Every day the border witnesses a retreat ceremony (or the flag lowering ceremony), which is a compiled march by the army on both sides, who display an acme of aggression and passion towards their respective nations.

The ceremony begins with kids and girls (I don't know why not guys!) running with the tricolor till the gate and coming back. Roopali, Gayatri and Gaury too got a chance to run with the flag. I am sure it must have been an electrifying experience, which only they can describe. Then starts the music. And boy! They play the most pinching, brain racking songs like 'Suno Gaur Se Duniyawalon ... Sabse aage honge Hindustaani', 'Chak De India', etc. Right there! On more than a lakh watts speakers! At 10-feet distance from Pakistan! It's like 'In your face!'. And to this music our Indian girls and kids dance like crazy.


Finally the retreat ceremony starts. There is a flag of India in the Pakistan side of the border and a flag of Pakistan in the India side of the border. Both the flags need to be lowered at the time of sunset (between 1800hrs to 1830hrs). So the well-dressed army men (as tall as lamp posts) walk to towards the gate and perform a series of marching sequences. They then throw the ropes of the Flags at each other so that Indian soldier holds the rope to the flag of India and the same at Pakistan side. Then slowly the flags are lowered. The men walk back towards their respective countries while the gates close behind them. The crowd starts yelling, screaming and cheering their countries with the same spirit as of the army men. The day ends with with people going as close to the Indo-Pak gates and clicking pictures.

The Golden temple looks astonishing in the night and early morning, when the golden temple sparkles in the flood lights. So we woke up early next morning and paid a visit to the temple at 0430 hrs. The temple was peaceful and the only thing we could hear were the religious chantings. It seemed like a divine experience. We also witnessed the moving of the Guru (in a Paalkhi) from Akal Takhat Sahib to Harmandir Sahib, which happens every morning. People threw flowers at the Paalkhi, which were immediately removed from the floor by the temple staff so that they don't come under feet. I really liked the cleanliness there.


Note: Be extra cautious while hiring a car.
  1. Check if it's a tourist vehicle. Some road taxes are waived off for tourist vehicles, since they are already paid at the time of issuing permit.
  2. Don't go for young drivers. Old drivers are more experience and know all the tight corners. Plus they serve as a good guide. Young drivers are hot-headed and there are bright chances of getting into a quarrel as we did.
  3. Discuss the route in complete detail. They tell you one thing and do something else.
  4. Do not forget to mention whether you need a car with or without a carrier on top.

At night we all sat in front of the TV, when we got the bad news. Manali was facing a snow storm and around 20 people were killed. The roads to Manali were blocked for the next few days. Now what? We had Manali on our itinerary and were now thinking of options. The snowfall at Dalhousie had stopped and the roads would be open by the time we reached there the next day. So we switched to Dalhousie.

Note: Every night our routine activity was to pen down all the expenses made in the day. I have created a spreadsheet for this that helped us very much to divide the expenses and estimate the contributions to the last penny. You can use the same for your trips by downloading it from here.

The next morning we hired a car from an agent, but we forgot to mention we needed a car with carrier. So we had to look for another car to hire. We somehow managed to find another dealer and got a tourist vehicle from him. The driver's name was Bant Singh (a.k.a Santji), an old guy with a calm head. He did not argue on anything we said and stopped anywhere we wanted.

The drive
to Dalhousie that was supposed to begin at 1000 hrs in the morning finally started at 1430 hrs. ... continued in Part 2.

It's been more than a year we have been waiting to play this adventurous game: Paintball.

Earlier this year Alpana was planning to throw a treat on her birthday by taking the whole group for a game of Paintball. But then after the Rajasthan trip, she had to fly to Philippines the next day so we couldn't do it then. Now that she is back from Philippines, she has conveniently sneaked out of that treat saying the birthday is long gone and now it's no point. So we were still yet to have our first hand at it.

Last month, we finally decided that this time we will definitely plan and go for it. The whole group was supposed to join in as everybody had time when the plan was made. But then just an hour before we met, half the group dropped out. That really pissed us off, but we so much wanted to play the game that we all just didn't let it spoil our mood and go ahead with the plan. So finally we were six guys (Me, Pedro, Nanu, Manish, Danny and Mhatre) and two girls (Rasika and Vinita). The game can be played with a team of minimum three players on each side. We could make two teams of four players each. Cool!

When we reached at the gaming area, a game was already on and we took our time to watch, analyze and build up a strategy. We were already feeling the intesity of the game and the talks between all of us had suddenly got serious. Just then some bullets splashed color on the nets that were put up for safety. The impact was so hard, firstly it made a big sound, and then splashed the color on to Pedro and Nanu who were standing a good ten feet away from the nets. We all got more serious and the girls were already changing their decision of playing the game. I noticed some hoardings put up outside the nets that explained the rules of the game, some points were written in bold:


DO NOT REMOVE YOUR MASK NO MATTER WHAT. THE BULLETS CAN CAUSE SERIOUS INJURIES TO YOUR EYES.
DO NOT FIRE FROM A DISTANCE LESS THAN 10 FEET.
ALWAYS POINT YOUR GUNS DOWN AND KEEP THE FINGER AWAY FROM THE TRIGGER BEFORE THE START OF THE GAME.


I looked at the girls and pointed towards the board. Enough to make them pee in their pants. Both the girls decided to stand out peacefully and safely and watch the guys take the hits. So now the teams dropped to three players each.

We went into the room to put on our gears. It consists of a one piece soldier outfit, a chest guard and a face mask. I was a bit shocked as there was nothing to protect my groins. If the bullets hit so hard that they can damage my eyes, it would definitely keep me gasping for air if any bullet hit my testicles. I changed my strategy, keep your balls safe throughout the game.

As we were waiting for our turn to play the game, we also decided our teams. Pedro so wanted to be in my opposite team so that he could hit me with as many bullets as he can. So Pedro, Nanu and Mhatre formed the Red team and Manish, Danny and I formed the Blue. Two other guys also wanted to play, but they didn't have a group, so they joined us, one on each side. So we were back to four per side. The Red team went to one corner and started deciding there strategy on one side of the gaming area "I'll come behind the tyres, you cover me up, you go into the bunker, yada yada yada". We, the Blue team, saw that the other team was planning so we too planned, but just for one thing. The referee whistled the game on and asked us to pick a side. We went as planned. We took the side on which the Red team had set their strategy. The Red team was shattered.

Note:
Paintball charges at Headrush, Hiranandani, Powai
1 round - 15 mins - 25 bullets - Rs. 250/- per person
3 rounds - 45 mins - 50 bullets - Rs. 400/- per person
5 rounds - 90 mins - 100 bullets - Rs. 600/- per person

We went for three rounds of hardcore first person shooting action.

Round 1 - Kill the Opponent
Simple rule. If you are hit anywhere, you are out. The team to survive wins the round. Our plan of action was that I was supposed to get behind the tyres, meanwhile Danny would run into the bunker. Manish and the other guy would give us cover. As the referee whistled, I ran towards the tyres. My face was sweating and steaming which blurred the glasses on my mask. I didn't realize that I had reached the tyres and kept running forward, nowhere but to end up colliding head on into the tyres. It took me 10 seconds to get back to my senses. At the same time Danny slipped while running towards the bunker and landed flat on the ground on his belly. The other two guys thought we ain't gonna win any of the rounds. Just then Nanu came behind the drums right in front of me and remained flat on the ground. He kept his whole body behind the drums but left his legs unshielded. I took an aim and hit him on the leg on the third shot. Nanu tried not to show anyone that he was hit, but Danny and I started to shout saying he was hit. The referee checked it and declared him out. The other guy from the Red team was popping his head out over the drums to look for the opponents. Bang! I hit him straight on his face. Man, I started loving this game. Pedro was then hit by Danny and Manish hit Mhatre. The round ended with three members left in our Team and so the round went to us. Score 1-0.

Round 2 - Bring the object back
An object would be kept in the middle of the two areas. The teams have to grab the object and bring it safely back into their corresponding area. The rule of round 1 still holds true. It was a difficult task since the paintballs guns are heavy and running with it and then picking up the object would be really tough. But the guy who had joined our team was very athletic. He put his gun aside and asked Manish to cover him up. He ran towards the bump on which the object was kept, jumped over it and picked it up while he was mid air into his jump. He quickly ran into a bunker next to me and handed over the object to me. I took it and ran back into our area. The task which seemed difficult was completed within 3 minutes. The Red team didn't even get to take proper covers and they did not understand when we reached the bucket and took it back. We won. Score 2-0. On top of that the winning team is given 50 extra bullets as bonus. We checked our guns for remaning bullets and divided the bullets accordingly.

Round 3 - Blood Shed
Rules? There are no rules! Go on firing at your opponent as if you are on a rampage. The team with most number of hits wins. This round was just a formality for us as we had already won the match by winning two rounds. But we still wanted a clean sweep. We knew that Mhatre and Nanu are rampage speciallist and they did stand to their reputation. Nanu came running towards us firing non-stop. But fortunately he was out of bullets soon after that and was hit by Manish's bullet. Mhatre came running towards me from the other side and stood right next to the tyres where I was hiding. I objected and told the referee that the distance is less than 10 feet. He was disqualified. Somewhere during this rampage, Danny and the other guy from our team went out of bullets. Now it was two per side. We could feel the adrenalin pumping in our bodies. Just then Pedro was out of bullets, but he still pretended he had bullets and kept firing. He was given a big 5-6 rounds of firing all over his body. He was completely exhausted and started panting. The last man from the Red team was brought down soon after that. The referee counted the number of hits on each side. The difference was spectacular, 8 to 3 in our favor. It was a clean sweep. Score 3-0.

The girls cheered all of us out of the arena. We were sweating from every pore of our skin. Everyone was panting now. Pedro had gone two shades lighter from his original tan due to steam and sweat. But he was still cursing himself for not hitting even a single bullet to me. It was a memorable game for all us, since after a long time we all had behaved like teens again and enjoyed every moment of it. Moreover, it also made us realize how tough it must be for the soldiers who do this not as a game but as a duty on the battleground, where you don't have extra lives but it's a matter of life and death, where bullets splash color but that's your blood, where if you are hit you are dead.

The day ended with Chicken Tandoori, Chicken and Mutton Masala, Naans and loads of water and beverages.