It was 3 by the time we finished having lunch. A few of us were of the opinion that we should leave for Bangalore then as only then could we be at home by 10 or 11. But this is where it was disadvantageous to be the 12th man in a 11 member group. Not enough decision making power. And so we ended up going to one place called Kuruva Island.
The milestones and signboards in the area are minimal, but placed at the right place, just before the diversion has to be taken from the main road. But this time, there was a board showing straight to Kuruva island and there was a fork in the road. We took the road that seemed to be more travelled by, but turned out that it was the wrong one. The day just kept getting worse.
Kuruva Island is a pretty useless place, a lot like Nisarga Dhama of Coorg, with the forest being a little more dense and the crossing over done on boats or by foot. The boating had stopped by the time we reached there. Supposedly there were some deer on the island. One of the negatives of an IITM education is that having lived for four years in a deer sanctuary, there is absolutely no fascination to observe deer. So decided that it was not worth the effort to wade across the water to the island. But most of the junta went across and they took their own sweet time to come back. Waiting for people is the worst way to pass time. Deterioration of the day's quality continued exponentially.
It was around 7 by the time we left Kuruva Island. There seemed to be only one positive from this diversion, Mysore was just 90 odd kms away. And the road also seemed decent. This was true till the border was reached. There was an arch indicating Rajiv Gandhi National Park and one milestone erected by Karnataka tourism showing Kabini 52 kms away. But there was no road. The "road" was mostly virgin (never laid) or totally screwed up. And also passed through some dense jungle. The trip had reached its nadir. I was totally pained in life too.
The next 23 kms, till proper road was sighted, were covered in one and a half hours. Only 4-5 vehicles passed on the other side and none that we overtook. Our driver did not lose enthu though. He kept stopping whenever there was a deer on the side of the road, this added to my frustration too. But I was totally helpless. In a way this was a fitting end to the day.
Dinner at Mysore happened between 10 and 11:30 and I finally reached home around 2:30 am on Monday morning. Worst.
The milestones and signboards in the area are minimal, but placed at the right place, just before the diversion has to be taken from the main road. But this time, there was a board showing straight to Kuruva island and there was a fork in the road. We took the road that seemed to be more travelled by, but turned out that it was the wrong one. The day just kept getting worse.
Kuruva Island is a pretty useless place, a lot like Nisarga Dhama of Coorg, with the forest being a little more dense and the crossing over done on boats or by foot. The boating had stopped by the time we reached there. Supposedly there were some deer on the island. One of the negatives of an IITM education is that having lived for four years in a deer sanctuary, there is absolutely no fascination to observe deer. So decided that it was not worth the effort to wade across the water to the island. But most of the junta went across and they took their own sweet time to come back. Waiting for people is the worst way to pass time. Deterioration of the day's quality continued exponentially.
It was around 7 by the time we left Kuruva Island. There seemed to be only one positive from this diversion, Mysore was just 90 odd kms away. And the road also seemed decent. This was true till the border was reached. There was an arch indicating Rajiv Gandhi National Park and one milestone erected by Karnataka tourism showing Kabini 52 kms away. But there was no road. The "road" was mostly virgin (never laid) or totally screwed up. And also passed through some dense jungle. The trip had reached its nadir. I was totally pained in life too.
The next 23 kms, till proper road was sighted, were covered in one and a half hours. Only 4-5 vehicles passed on the other side and none that we overtook. Our driver did not lose enthu though. He kept stopping whenever there was a deer on the side of the road, this added to my frustration too. But I was totally helpless. In a way this was a fitting end to the day.
Dinner at Mysore happened between 10 and 11:30 and I finally reached home around 2:30 am on Monday morning. Worst.
2 comments:
dei...who didya go to wayanad with?...bunch of us went just before new years...and i guess since most of us were lazy bones, we cld just manage edakkal, kuruva and soochipoora..and ended up having a great time since it kept us hajaar occupied...
where are the snaps man?
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