It's raining heavily the next morning and is quite overcast; we wake up to have some tea looking at the rain pouring down.
We just laze around till about 10 and then start making some calls. Most places are already booked. Finally we get a call back from one of the famous home stays telling us there has been a cancellation and is now available for the next two days, we confirm our booking. We still have second thoughts about leaving. Either the beauty of Munnar is holding us back or we are plain lazy. We slowly pack up and checkout from our hotel. We do some last minute chocolate shopping at the KDHP store and leave Munnar at 12 noon. We don't really think driving to Kannur is a big deal. It is about 350 km away and we think we can make it in about 7 hrs. We were in for a surprise!
The drive from Munnar through the ghats is breathtakingly beautiful. My husband enjoys driving in constant rain through curving roads with dense fog. The experience of sticking one's head or hand out from the passenger seat to feel the rain and fog, even for a moment, is no less joy. It is also the time when I can put my camera to test. I know it can do well here.
We come across so many waterfalls and such green hills. Wow. We are just mesmerized. The constant rain is only adding to the whole setting.
After a long long drive we get through the ghats. It is still raining.
We are on an NH (This is not one of those wide 4 lane, divided ones, but smaller ones with no divider and crazy bus drivers), and we see some jeeps, cars and other vehicles stopped at a certain point. We see water on the road. We are confused. It doesn't look so bad but we stop to check with the people who have stopped there. The locals there are waving and saying stuff we don’t understand. The only thing we get from the gestures is this guy’s constant signaling to something as high as his shoulder! This makes us think we can’t go this way and we need to go back in a different route. We turn around without second thoughts. If the jeeps can’t make it, cars don’t dare cross it.
We turn around and drive back in a different route after checking with the locals. This is how it was on most roads:
It is still raining. It is still fantastic.
Its getting dark. The rains have now become intermittent. The beauty is slowly vanishing as the maniacal bus drivers start harassing others driving on the road. They constantly honk if behind you, and they just come in the wrong way at high speeds from the opposite direction. Every now and then we must just pull over and give way so they don't run us over. We finally reach Calicut at 1030 in the night. We are so exhausted that we do not want to drive for another 2 hrs to Kannur. We check with a couple of hotels but they seem full. Finally, we have dinner in a small restaurant on the beach road and feel a little better. We then decide to drive it out to Kannur where we have a confirmed reservation and a place to sleep, we look forward to it. We call the person who runs the homestay in Kannur and he is concerned if we will be able to find the place at that hour of the night. We confidently say yes and head towards Kannur.
We leave Calicut by 11. All the way my heart is pounding thinking of the possibilities. Though we have the exact directions to the resort, at midnight we won't be able to ask anyone on the road. I am just telling myself that we will never do something like this again. But then, we reach Thottada, and luckily we find some people and ask them how to get to a certain railway crossing. We then find some officials managing the crossing and get directions from them. We reach somewhere close to the resort and find some cops who are doing a beat. They too help us out and tell us how to get there. We follow the signs and talk to the caretaker of the homestay and we keep driving. We reach a narrow stretch of road. Its pitch dark with long grass on both sides of the road and it is 1 something at night and we are now not sure if this is the right road. We go further. The road continues to be the same. We are not sure. The guy tries to explain but he also can't figure out if we are on the right track. So we decide to head back to a certain junction and ask him to come there and guide us from there. Luckily, he comes there in his bike and we follow him. We end up at the same road we had been to earlier. We just had to continue further ahead and then some more and then we reach the place. Phew! The time is 1:30 AM!! We are so relieved.
We enter the resort after crossing a small canal sort of thing. We are led to our room by the really sweet caretaker. If only the room was half as nice. We enter and we see rat crap on the bedsheets and an unclean bathroom with no hot water which we badly needed after such a tiresome journey. But we are not in any state to complain. We are so tired that we just need a bed to crash. My husband even sees a cat while I am washing up. It came chasing the rat I suppose. We just clean up the bed and fall asleep. We wake up the next morning and open the door and the view was quite nice. We ask for a different room, which is available, thanks to someone who is leaving. We move into one which is more sealed to the elements and rodents. How much better our night would have been if this was given to us. The place has nice views but the rooms need to be taken care of. The caretaker was a very sweet and helpful fellow. The place, however, is overrated and not value for money.