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Let's see how much I can manage today. Shall try to be quicker.
Day 3 continued
The rains continued to lash as long as we were in the higher land. Once we started getting nearer to the plains it started to get drier. There had been no untoward incident on the route and we started to relax a bit.
Even stopped for a photo shoot. First view of the plains. Chel river flowing through.
To the plains.
We didn’t realize that we were being sucked by leeches while we were busy shooting. I had two on me, my father a couple as well and my brother had three. While trying to knock them off our skin took the opportunity to shoot some more pictures. Not sure about the name of this place but it spelt something like Phaparkathi. I am sure I am wrong as I couldn’t google the place.
Another stop by this falls on the Chel river.
We reached Damdim at about half past five in the afternoon and had our first tea-break on the plains. Alam said that we were now out of the trouble zone. Though it was a relief, it was sad to see the hills gradually fading in the background. Over even before we had started to actually relish them.
My father received the awaited call from Siliguri. He turned to us and asked, 'would you like to stay inside the forest for the next two nights'? I couldn't believe my ears. When getting a booking amidst the forest was so difficult and had to be done at least 6 months in advance, here we were getting one in a day's notice! Both me and my brother jumped at the news. 'There won't be any electricity during the night' my father added, 'Will that be a problem?' 'Problem' how can that be!! We vigorously drove our point home, we were happy to stay without electricity inside the forest. 'Well, Mr Agarwal will get back to us once he has checked if the accommodation is available' my father said disconnecting the cell phone. Now, couldn't he have said that earlier. I was sure we would be spending the next day in some concrete jungle. It was impossible.
We continued on our journey towards Madarihat as suggested by Mr Agarwal over the phone. In any case, we shall be staying there before moving into Jaldapara forest range the day after.
We were travelling on the NH31, (NH31C I guess more rightly, the NH31 is the one passing through Mainaguri - Gayerkata - Falakata). Passed Malbazar, Chalsa and as we approached Nagrakata, the road indeed started to deteriorate. It remained as such for the next 10 kms or so. We were passing intermittently through tea fields and then through the long stretches of the reserve forests. It had started to get dark by now and we could hear the sounds of the night from the forests. Traffic was sparse on the route. We hoped to see a few wild animals darting across the road, but there were none.
With the cloud cover, the sky was completely dark and I was enjoying the journey.
We didn't realise that there wasn't any cell phone signal. Only when my father received 22 missed call alerts near Beer Para that it became evident. He called up Mr Agarwal in Siliguri and was told that the booking was finalised. We should go to Madarihat, a person will be waiting for us at the petrol station who will accompany us to the forest. We should buy anything we felt necessary as once 12 kms inside the forest it will be quite difficult to be out again in the night. And there won't be any cell phone connection. He also asked what would we like to have for dinner, now this was some very privileged service we were getting. My father requested him not to trouble himself and we were going to have whatever was available. Mr Agarwal said, it would be chicken curry and rice then. 'Hope that will be good enough for you'.
We reached Madarihat at about 7:30 pm. At the petrol station a boy of about fifteen was waiting to take us to the forest. On inquiring on when and how he shall return home, he said he will be back with the cook. The cook had been dispatched just a few minutes earlier to the cottages. That was the reason for Mr Agarwal insisting on the menu. We were not going to a hotel but to some forest cottages. Came to know that these had come up pretty recently from the forest department. Located in the South Khaoirabari forest it is close to the leopard rehabilitation centre.
We bought a few necessities, an extra torch, mosquito coils and some snacks. Called up the doctor in Kolkata and got some antibiotics for my mother. We were all set to spend the night in the forest. Moved away from Madarihat towards Beer para, maybe about a kilometre before the entry to the forest.
As the headlights shone on the signboard, it declared the entry to South Khoirabari reserve forest. We couldn't see much in the pitch darkness with the headlights being the only source of light and the occassional lightning flashes in the sky. Looked like it was going to rain. We had a winding mud track through the forest in front of us. It was feeling scary with the night getting inside the Spacio. On Alam's insistence as I rolled up the windows, the boy sitting at the back told us not to bother. 'We don't have anything big in these forests. Whatever we have are caged.' For some reason, half the excitement evaporated. So it was safe.
A few kilometres into the forest we saw a forest ranger patrol car, checking for any illegal tree felling. Came to know that the forest had been almost cut clean before the forestry department took the initiative of regrowing it back with Sal trees. The forest was quite young. Not much we could check in the darkness.
After a long journey in the dark, we could see the solar powered lights at the cottage. And as if to welcome us, it started to rain. I had heard about the heavy rains in these Himalayan foothills, but had no idea how heavy this could mean. We waited in the Spacio as my brother and father went to complete the formalities. I could hear a river nearby. Asked Alam, but he had not been to these parts before.
Couldn't see much in the dark and the heavy rains and so blindly followed my father and brother to our designated cottages. These I found were single roomed with two big-size beds in each and an attached bath. The cottages looked new and were extremely clean and well-maintained. It was almost 10 and time for the lights to go out. However since we had just arrived, they decided to keep them on till we had settled down for the night.
Dinner was simple and delicious with the promised chicken curry and rice. They had a separate shed which served as the kitchen and the dining hall, very rustic but served the purpose brilliantly.
It was now time to sign off for the day. Everyone was extremely tired and wanted to drop on the bed. The ordeal was now being outside the mosquito nets, more since the lights were kept on while we were out for dinner. The room and bathroom were filled with insects of all colours and sizes, bugs I had never seen before. My parents were unperturbed. They had seen such things in their childhood when there used to be more trees around than human beings.
As the lights went out and I lay on my bed, I could hear the sound of water flowing somewhere very near. The rain was still continuing though a drizzle now. The night was alive with sounds, of insects and night birds. Satisfied with the outcome of a trouble-torn holiday, I floated away into a distant land.