The second attempt at finding the haunted bungalow turned futile again thanks to the unending downpour and the warning from the locals that pachyderms were really on the loose in the area. To top it, we heard that on the previous day, a man was trampled to death by elephant in a nearby area. We decided to explore down the valley area near check-post for some time and return.
We drove down back the check-post and call it the better luck, the rain was not so intense and we even managed to get a tribal as our guide at the last point till where the car could be taken. He took us around the forest path. But once, we crossed the tribal settlement areas, the air got heavy with the scent of elephant dungs..it was feeling so fresh and close. Still we decided to push on and the 'guide' kept telling us of his close encounters with pachyderms, the tips to fool them (pheww!!! if only we would recollect all these tips when one runs for life). Having reached the top of the catchment area, Mr. Guide found his friend angling at the opposite bank and he told us to wait there for few minutes and he swam across the water to his friend. We wandered around clicking and 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes..we could see our guide angling along with his friend. We called out to him and he said he would return only after he catch some fish to take home for lunch
He screamed to us to take another route to reach the point where he was sitting and told us the route. We retraced our path and followed his route for some time and that was when we lost way and started treading into thick bamboo forests..the smell was unmistakable and the landscape looked like a big black creature had just passed through. There were lumps in throat and we signaled the tribal code aloud 'koooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiii...' from a huge distance, we could hear back our guide returning his 'koiiiiiiii....', having found the direction, we walked up that way and again gave the signal. but this time, instead of his return code, there was a scream from him that "danger, clear the spot asap". We gave the signal once more and the response was "run now on same way you came through". If we knew which path we came through, we wouldn't be coding him, we thought. but then, a certain unmistakable scent entered our sense making us realize that the only option was to run and run, we did. Our GPS was the blind feeling that we could reach back the wild trail we took the deviation to reach the tip of catchment. Luckily, one of us had better sense of direction and he kept track of a tip of hill which was in the direction of the check-post. Instincts told us to follow his word and we finally managed to reach the spot where we had left the car. Reaching there, we found many tribals assembled there to set in search of us, tipped by some other tribal who picked up our code inside the jungle. And the good news was that they had chased away a lone pachyderm yards away from where our car was parked and the loner was on loose. Now, this was enough adventure for 2 years at least. Hope my dad ain't in TBHP reading this one.
But, the urge for the trip back to bungalow was still there and we reached back the check-post where the warden told us that its still raining so heavily up in the mountain side. Well, the mission had to be abandoned once more and we decided to explore another destination sans pachyderms
and off we went.
The rain seems to have withdrawn from Kerala and yet another date has been set for the tryst with the bungalow..X'mas day is when we plan to have another exploration. Nothing seems to quench the lure of Bonacaud..not even the loner lurking around on the way.
This was how the climate was when we reached
Glimpse of everything the place is..lush green, foggy, cool, serene, mystic, unexpected forest trails, tiny human elements, lone trees..
An underlying darkness stood out more than the brighter side of creeping greenery..may be, there was no one to walk down the bridge and open the door
Pristine - at the tip of the catchment area
A 'running' shot - pity that we couldn't halt and enjoy