“Write when your muscles are still sore and the experiences still raw”
My trekking experience with a wonderful group of 13, two lady guards and a lead.
Kerala has an enthralling wildlife most of which is now not a pleasant sight in the summer with all the deforestation, lack of measures to protect natural resources and not to mention the summer’s heat. I remember many years ago while trekking at Chadayamangalam’s Jadayu para, Nelliambathy, Vagamon, Silent valley and even Neelakuringi at Munnar; I got the opportunity to experience lush green forests, bright flowers and of course, the wildlife.
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Trekking gear and preparations |
Getting hyped for the trip
For almost a week ahead of the trek I was rattling over a lack of information about what to expect out of this day squeezed between a wildly sad Good Friday and a Merry Easter. A friend of mine (who was also participating in the trek) and I had added a three-kilometre walk every alternate day to our routine as preparation for the trek. We wanted to ensure we were in the right shape before we just went ahead trekking.
5 am on 26/06/2016
Waking up early! Excitement! Fellow travellers!
I often wonder what inspires others to drive themselves to do something like this.
Could it be for the love of nature? Are they interested in protecting the environment? Trying to make new friends? Could they be professional hikers, avid travelers or simply going through a mid-life crisis?
We reached the pickup point 10 minutes prior to the reporting time. Met the group and journeyed to the second pick up point and reached the Braemore estate by 9am. Breakfast was organised at Nadan Bhakshana shala (a local food joint). As we started our journey uphill we did not know each other but when we reached the same point by the end of the day we knew ourselves and each other much better.
As our city-bred legs and unused muscles flexed, I knew it was that of day where pampering myself to a foot spa, cleaning my palm with sanitizer every hour were not on my to-do list. The jungle has its own rules and it does teach you a lesson or two, but at the same time, it is hospitable, welcoming and nurturing. City-bred individuals will get an opportunity to broaden their perspective of things: The color green is not always associated with envy, silence can always be the sound of crickets, clean drinking water could always have sediments of clay.
Signing the consent Letter
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When I broke a tree trunk instead |
The drive from the city to the base camp, where the trek starts, went by listening to Devotional songs (I love listening to these in the morning), gyrating heads, hairpin bends, narrow roads, power naps and signing the consent letter. The consent letter was merely them saying ‘Break your neck, not our problem’ in a politically correct way, plus collecting details like emergency contact information. One thing I fail to understand is the need for them to ask irrelevant questions like marital status/age and date of birth. I might as well expect a call on my birthday for them having asked me that.
Crossing the Bridge
The first kilometre felt exceptionally long, where you had to read the foreword to what you signed up for. The hot humid summer wasn't helping either. The climb uphill is strenuous and you are looking more at the ground than anything else. We take a pause to catch a breath rather than enjoy the beauty of nature. Our fellow travellers introduce themselves and it gives me immense pride to know these wonderful married/working men and women, taking a day off for themselves to follow their passion.
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Temple |
Our first notable halt was at a resting point, where we cross a wooden trunk acting as a bridge. I couldn't even look down. To me, at the time, it looked an even more massive step than doing the 12 km trek itself. After drinking some water and getting the shade, we photograph nature and a temple tucked neatly in the jungle. There is definitely an eerie feel to the whole set up. If I were the creative type I would say it felt like invisible jungle Gods were watching over our alien selves, almost like we were trespassing.
The Bear effect
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Trekkers going uphill |
Things got easier as we went along, I got distracted by stories and travel experiences of men who’ve pretty much been there and done that. I get a flashback of what I defined as holidays staying in 5/7 star rated hotels with fine dining, lovely linens, gambling, swimming or getting a massage summing up to a perfect getaway. These people, however, have been in the wild, eaten the wild, drank from the springs, confronted the wildlife and lived the life.
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A Pause to Pose |
The biggest decisions made during the whole day of the trek was whether to choose a long and easy terrain or a short but hard terrain to reach the destination. The answer to that was always the SHORT hard terrain. We discipline ourselves behind the leader and play our part in helping each other to make the trek easier. Conversations and stories were the best way to go about this.
I remember vividly having asked the leader:
“So, what do we do if we see a leopard in the wild?”
To which the leader replies “We don’t have to do much, the leopard will do what needs to be done!”
It is not as humid as you go further into the jungle, the crickets engage in a sing-song, there is always a spring to get some icy cold face wash, the dry leaf is a perfect red carpet to the rare alien visitors. We also analyse the ageing animal droppings also to access if there is danger close by.
The tough terrain on the short trail was abruptly stopped by a deep throated growl which was getting more louder and vehemently.
Stunned and nearly facing death someone silently cracks a joke about how bears use their claws to scratch out the face and leave behind an unidentifiable pile of flesh.
We turned silently and starts the trek downhill to now be back on the LONG easy terrain. A close call indeed.
The last 1km
We are so near our destination now. We stand there and crave getting to sit and remove our shoes. We see the top of the mountain, some of the group members are already up there. We left the avenue of tall lofty trees to open grasslands. The clouds contouring the mountains. It was a point of almost giving up. Between wanting to give up and motivation to just do it. We were all helping each other and motivating each other. Also considering taking a bus to reach downhill to Vithura. Muscles were sore, backs sweaty not to mention the intense hunger and thirst that kicked in. The view, however, was simply alluring. The “Varayattu mottai” mountain contouring the skies were seducing us to come back to her.
At 12.15pm, we hear the good news that our destination is just a kilometre away. We buck up and trek. Backpacks seem heavier, legs seem like giving up.
We reached ponmudi and walked downhill to the restaurant for food, water, barefoot walk, volini sprays , sunscreen touch-ups and our much-awaited group photo.
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Tilted timer photo |
The Yoga Session
Post lunch as my friend sat down to stretch her hamstring muscles she was soon joined by the rest of them doing their own style stretches and meditation. It was funny how we started our day washing our hands to eat the meal to sit on the dirty floors of a restaurant. The rapport of strangers coming together for a day of fun was unbelievable.
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Ladies of the group |
Cashew Apple Plucking
En route to Mankayam Falls was a lot of short steep roads and in most cases no roads at all. Thorny and itchy plants scraped through our skin. We never stopped for a break and treated ourselves to amazing fresh cashew apples.
We picked up the first red ripe cashew apple and bit into the juicy resinous flesh. Joked on how a snake would have tried this delectable dessert and left it halfway. Little did the others know, the story was just to get more of it between the few of us who liked it more. Thankfully it was a love-hate relationship between the cashew apple and us. Later plucking them became a sport for the next ten minutes.
Sita Kulicha Stalam (Sita’s bathing pond)
This was one place everybody wanted to see unanimously or should I say just the men in the group were excited to see this spot?
They say there are different ways to motivate different people. This motivated the men.
Once we reach the destination they were promised that they would be shown Sita’s bathing point. Well, as it turned out we didn’t get to see it. I wasn’t surprised that we didn’t, because Sita is not expected to be bathing in a spot anyone and everyone could walk into. I’m okay with that remaining a mystery.
The Environmentalist
Prior to action, the best thing one can gain is awareness. It’s great that we share pictures/videos and show our concern for mother earth, but going into the wild and experiencing something first hand is another feeling altogether.
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Trek back to the base with no defined road |
This has been the hottest decade we have all faced in our lifetime. This has also been the hottest recorded decade mother earth has faced in her lifetime! Yet it is also the most developed we have been as a progressive civilisation.
But are we really a progressive society?
What do we want to leave behind for the next generation? Is our progress actually sending us backwards?
Our forests are now cities, a large segment of our wildlife is headed for extinction, the leftover forests are no longer lush and dense as they were a decade ago!
Where are we headed?
I understand that major steps may not be possible for us as individuals, but small steps are the key to going forward. I was in awe of how the fellow trekkers ensured that we did not litter the place and insisted we carry the waste back to the base from where we started. We were equally concerned about the future of our planet and felt the pain wholly.
As much as we wanted to remain safe and sound, deep-down I really wanted to see a wild animal in its natural habitat. Despite walking 12 km in total all we heard was one bear in the vicinity.
Here’s a few things we can do to play our part in helping:-
- Do not litter. The mark we should leave on our trail is flowers and butterflies, not plastic and waste!
- Use both sides of the paper. Do not print unless it is absolutely necessary.
- Support farm produce and natives who live in and around the forests. Drive into these areas for your monthly supply of honey, vegetables, coffee, tea and several other items. As a bonus, these naturally grown crops will also benefit you health wise.
- Say no to housing exotic pets. Exotic is something that’s exclusive to the jungle.
- Have a home garden. Plant a lot of trees. Try and produce your own vegetables.
I can only hope that we might get to experience what our ancestors experienced of nature and I hope that we’re able to show our future generations what we’re able to see now at the very least.
A little something about Mankayam Falls / Braemore Estate
Tucked in 40kms away from the city is this small waterfall/river near Palode in Nedumangad. A one day trek to the peak would lead to ponmudi through the braemore estate. One can seek guide assistance from the check post and it is mandatory to take female guides for female trekkers.
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Waterfall |
How to get there?
Buses from Trivandrum are frequent. The KTDC restaurant is the boarding point for the buses and time schedule is written there.
Alternatively, you can also drive down to Braemore estate and take a jeep ride to take you around the forest and water falls if you are not a trekker.
Best time to visit
November – December.
But beware of leeches!
Prerequisites of a trek
1) Water and empty bottles to fill up from small streams en route
2) Sunscreen, calamine lotion, tablets for sore throat/headache
3) Band-aid for cuts and bandages for sprains with volini
4) Light snacks and dry fruits
5) Glucose/energy drinks
6) Umbrella
7) Hats/scarves
8) Pen/note, only if you want to take notes of course
9) Socks and comfortable shoes with strong grip.
10) Tissues and wet wipes
11) Camera/phone/power banks
12) Towel and change of clothes
13) Sunglasses
14) Salt to kill leeches