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Sunday, 21 September 2014

Chhitkul... The emerald green Valley!





15 Jul 2014. Early morning... the place looks divine! The mountains look down at us from their imperious heights cloaked in wisps of ephemeral clouds as if wondering what new creatures have wandered in?? The rush of the river is heard right in the tents, so furious is the current... 

The Mountains behind the camp

The Baspa River

There are flowers blooming everywhere. There are huge swathes of beautiful yellow blooms, more captivating as they seem to be haphazardly flourishing without the predictability of a manicured garden. These are Evening Primrose I am told. They have a lovely mild fragrance... also known for their therapeutic properties. There are profusely flowering wild rose bowers and daisies and many other flowers I know not the names for! 

Our tent with the Primroses and the Apple tree in the foreground

Wild Roses
Primroses


The camp is surrounded by orchards of apples, pears and apricots. In fact, the entire valley seems to be one big orchard. In these idyllic surroundings I wander down to the river to find most of the group already there taking delight in the splendorous sights!

A delicious breakfast complete with a variety of homemade preserves and relishes later, we are all off to Chhitkul, the last village in this valley towards China border. 

Banjara Camps

Diners delight!

The route to this village through the Mastrang Valley is mesmeric to put it mildly! Every few yards, we stop to marvel at a gurgling brook, some picturesque bridge, a quaint hamlet tucked away round the corner or just the unfolding panorama of snow clad peaks with lush green terraced fields in the foreground and the beautiful Baspa flowing beside it. Heaven! 


Panoramic Vistas of the Mastrang Valley

There are streams crossing the road many times and the vehicle splashes through those freezing waters. We stop at one such crossing and spend time just enjoying the gentle murmur of the crystal clear waters and the predominantly rocky landscape with a carpet of fresh green grass under it. The serenity of the place is a balm to the harried urban soul. 

The stream running across the road

Road to Chhitkul

Rocky terrain

As we near a hamlet, two women hail us for a lift. We oblige them. They are a Grandmother – granddaughter pair off to the fields. They grow Ogla which is buckwheat which will be harvested in early September. These areas have only one four month growing season in the year. Rest of the time it is too cold and snow bound. At this time, there is frenzied activity of sowing, growing and harvesting before the quiet of the cold months sets in. The women alight near their fields and we move on. 

Green terraced fields with Snowy peaks in the background

The HPPWD Guest house is on the outskirts of Chhitkul. The road meanders through the village of a few houses and some new guest houses which have come up for tourists and then into the fields beyond. 

HPPWD Guesthouse, Chhitkul

Birds are hyperactive all around. A cacophony of birdcalls is heard, each individual vying for a higher perch to call from and a louder decibel level than its rival. A vast flock of Fire fronted Serins alights at the field nearest the car. We are mesmerized! I have dreamt of seeing this beautiful bird and always dipped on it. Not only are they found in this place, they are locally very common, in their scores at any given time! But this is only near Chhitkul, not lower in the valley near say Raksham or Sangla. I guess altitude has a lot to do with it. Chhitkul is at 3450 meters and Sangla at 2680 metres though only 24 kms away. A big difference! 

Fire fronted Serin foraging

Fire fronted Serin in nest building mode

There are the ubiquitous Rosefinches calling from the tree tops with nothing but procreation on their minds! The Yellow billed Choughs are gliding and catching the wind currents to circle the fields from high up. The White Wagtails are numerous. A Vareigated Laughingthrush peeps out of an apricot tree and there are Rock Buntings everywhere. And all this without moving an inch! 

Common Rosefinch

Rock Bunting

Vareigated Laughingthrush

White Wagtail

Yellow billed Chough

The drive down to the river is a very steep path full of loose stones making driving difficult. The breathtaking vistas though make up for any other inconveniences many times over! 

The steep path running down towards the river bed at Chhitkul

Near the Baspa at Chhitkul

We realise that time is flying and we need to head back. Pooh is our destination for today. We have to leave Banjara camps post an early lunch so we can enjoy the ride to Pooh without having to go tearing round corners and zipping all the way there.

We turn back but not before I promise to come back to Kinnaur and Sangla - Chhitkul with definite time for bird watching too. This is just a recce trip and we’ll be back for a more leisurely stay sometime soon.

The drive back is quick. The valley widens out substantially as we cross Raksham and towards Sangla. The Baspa snaking along surrounded by orchards and small dwellings is one charming picture. 

The valley widens towards Sangla and is full of Orchards
Back at the camp, lunch is served. The cool fresh mountain air and the jaunts of the morning have whetted our appetites and everybody tucks in with gusto. Not only has the location of this setup been fabulous, but the food has been marvellous. A place one can just relax in without any requirement for stepping out of the premises.

The wheel barrows are out and the staff comes around collecting the larger pieces of luggage. We troop out to the parking and settle into the designated vehicles. Before departure, Doc calls all the help and some from the other camp nearby and does a proper half hour presentation of the dos and don’ts for AIDS prevention. Hopefully it is of some value to them.

And then we are off... destination Pooh!

The journey continues... 

Monday, 8 July 2013

Tour of Uttarakhand - Badrinath

Part 1 National Chambal Sanctuary is here.
Part 2 Lansdowne is here.
Part 3 Enroute Joshimath is here.
Part 4 Badrinath is here.
Part 5 Auli - Tapovan - Kanchula Kharak is here.
Part 6 Chopta Tunganath is here.
Part 7 Devariyatal (Deoriatal) is here.
Part 8 Kakdagaad Haridwar is here. 

Day 6


The gate system being eliminated this year... we had the luxury of starting out after breakfast. By 0700 hrs we were on our way to Badrinath.


Govindghat, Pandukeshwar, Hanuman Chatti.... lovely little settlements along the river, each with their own set of legends attached. Govindghat of course, the gateway to Hemkund Sahib and the Valley of Flowers. Pandukeshwar, legend has it that the Pandavas spent their exile here. Hanuman Chatti has a predictable saffron coloured temple dedicated to (who else??) Lord Hanuman. 


Hanuman Chatti

The Alaknanda flowing alongside the road to Badrinath



Right after Hanuman Chatti starts the steep, sharply winding and dusty part of the route. Negotiating that part needs intense concentration since the visibility is barely a few metres due to the dust kicked up by the vehicle ahead. Additionally, the road is potholed and intermittently swamped by small rivulets of icy water from the snow melt higher up.


The dust kicked up by vehicles

Little rivulets running across the road

Neelkanth in the background

Neelkanth
 The first glimpse of Badrinath is mesmerising!! The little settlement alongside the temple is but a minuscule patchwork of colours in a vast landscape meant to command... dominate... enthral... hypnotise... inspire...
The lofty snow capped peaks and the meandering Alaknanda far below ... this is the place which has so much spirituality that you can almost reach out and touch it. Nothing is godlier than nature itself!
It really puts things into perspective. One senses how small, insignificant and petty are human egos, wants and conflicts in a scale this extravagant. I’ll let the pictures do the talking...




Badrinath temple



After Badrinath (which was chaotic in the extreme for parking, darshan!!) we proceeded to Mana, the last village on the frontier. Parking woes followed us there too. We parked half a mile away and walked up to the village with some reluctance at seeing the enormous crowds going both up and down.

Across the river on the other bank were many small fields freshly ploughed. We noticed what looked like pigeons flocking there except that they were oddly coloured. Realisation dawned on us that we were looking at 150 to 200 worth flocks of Snow Pigeons!! What a sight!


Snow pigeons

Village of Mana

Snow pigeons in flight




Walking up towards the famed Vyas and Ganapati Gufas as well as the Bhim Pul, our attention was caught by a pink browed Rosefinch perched deep in the branches of a flowering tree. He didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the human presence but refused to come out in the open either. The Rock Bunting, the Yellow billed Choughs and numerous Rosefinches kept us company all along.

Rock Bunting

Pink browed Rosefinch




On the path leading to Bhim Pul was a Naga Sadhu seated in a shallow little cave along the sidewalk. The pilgrims were stopping by to take his blessings. 

The Naga Sadhu

The spectacle of the gushing waters of the Saraswati cascading down from under the Bhim Pul and then just as suddenly, forming a calm pool below is awe-inspiring! There is a temple dedicated to ‘Maa Saraswati’ near the river.  The fine spray from the fall forms a lovely little rainbow which sparkles in the sunlight lending an ethereal feel to the place.  


Bhim Pul

According to legend, the Pandavas crossed the Saraswati (via the Bhim Pul) and ascended to heaven... Certainly feels ‘heavenly’ enough to stay there forever!

The rainbow at the Bhim Pul

We climbed up to the Vyas Gufa where a panditji was narrating the story of Rishi Ved Vyas and how he related the Mahabharat to Ganapati who took on the job of a scribe to pen it down. A few metres below the Vyas Gufa is the Ganapati Gufa.

The darshans done, decided to head back to Badrinath. Just short, we saw many cab drivers having lunch at a tiny store selling soft drinks and chips. The owner was serving Kadhi-chawal and some green leafy vegetable. Halted for lunch and had what proved to be one of the best meals of the trip! Lip smacking, delicious home cooked food!!


Neelkanth covered by clouds on the way back





The journey back was without incident except for a small rock fall near Vishnuprayag. Looking up we saw a herd of Ibex grazing on the slopes above causing small stones and loose mud to slide down.

Back from one of the most awe-inspiring and spectacular locations on earth. Truely, the ‘Abode of the Gods!’ 
Ibex