Peace, peace guys!
Now, let's forget the episode and get back to where I had left of, a long time back. Continued after post 18.
Day 5
We had now caught up with our schedule and could carry forward with our original plan. Today we were to leave for Jaldapara. The problems in Beerpara on the day before had different things playing in our minds. Never knew where or when would the next problem erupt from. Dooars which till now had always been thought to be out of the purview of the problems in the hills was no longer so.
It had rained during the night and hence had been comfortable without electricity as well. These are the times which make us realise how much we have got used to what we think as very basic, electricity and telephones. They are taken for granted, but take them out of life, and we are as primitive as ever.
Since the check-in time at Hollong was at noon, we had the morning to ourselves. The plan was to visit Chilapata forest near Hasimara (another 12 kms from Madarihat), return to Madarihat and then enter Jaldapara. This was something we gained from being in South Khoirabari. Something I doubt we could have afforded if our actual plan was in place.
We started after breakfast.
The forest road to Madarihat, which we had traveled a couple of nights earlier, was all visible now. In the light of the day, it no longer had that eerie feeling to it. The forest was quite new and sparse. Needless to say, it had started to rain as soon as we started, though fortunately it was a drizzle and not the normal Dooars’ rain.
Beerpara was calm when we passed through the area and everything appeared normal. Our first stop was at Madarihat from where we had to get our entry permits to Chilapata. An official guide would accompany us.
A few leopards were kept here as well. These animals were caught while drifting into human territory, treated of any injuries and let out into the forest again or to the rehabilitation centre in South Khoirabari if required.
This particular one developed some interest towards my little niece. She was enjoying the attention as well.
Chilapata is one of the most dense forests in Dooars. Throughout the route, the guide kept us telling stories about the elephant attacks in the nearby villages, mostly at the time of harvest. Alam had joined in with his experience as well. The guide was a friend of his and they had been together in many earlier visits to Chilapata.
On hearing the stories I was convinced that the elephants are the most common sights in the Dooars, and you can see them at every nook and corner of the forest area (though we hadn't seen even a single one till then, that was the only contradictory part). We were confident we could have a glimpse of a herd, at the least.
The first check post at Kodalbasti.
Entering Chilapata
Chilapata checkpost.
Some photo shoots taking care that we don’t wander into the grass. The experience with the leeches was not yet forgotten and even with no pain, blood oozing out is not a pretty sight.
Our first encounter with wildlife. A loner in the grassland.
And that was the last in Chilapata. These are domesticated elephants.
We kept on hearing stories about elephant herds being sighted when Alam and our guide were there together the last time. There were about 30 of them together. And the other occasion when a man had tried to photograph a loner and was almost trampled to death. But these were stories. For us, it was only the forests which were to be enjoyed, and needless to say they were awesome.
The monsoon had already started to take its effect on the forest. The roads asked for a four wheel drive. The Spacio managed to struggle through. An elderly person, traveling with his wife was waiting with his Alto in the hope of making it. He was requested not even to try it.
The stop at the ruins of Nalraja.
I would have prayed for dear life if I was standing alone here. Sunlight doesn’t filter through in these dense forests (though you can see the sky in the pictures, it was dark). I was afraid to turn my back to the forests lest anything should pounce upon. My brother would have grabbed the photographic opportunity though.
I had a mind to get in there and explore. Only if my mother allowed.
Many of the tracks inside the forest were not roadworthy for the normal vehicles plying on them. We had to return half way from one and even then got stuck.
Freed at last.
Without the sight of much wildlife, we started back for Madarihat.
But somehow it was not all disappointing. The forests were something worth the experience.
We stopped at a roadside ‘hotel’ for lunch. Our next stop was Hollong.
As we were signing into the Jaldapara wild life sanctuary at the entry point, we heard the news of a bus full of tourists being attacked at Malbazar. Chalsa and Odlabari were erupting as well. This was alarming news as we had to eventually return to Siliguri in a couple of day’s time. Before entering the sanctuary, we made a few calls to friends and family as there would be disruptive cell phone connection inside. Everyone was worried as we were in the middle of the trouble. So were we, not sure what was going to happen next.
More sophisticated entry road to Hollong
At Hollong.
The Hollong forest bungalow is located at the fringe of the forest with a water canal flowing in front of it. A salt mound is kept on the grassland in front of the bungalow for the animals. Within a few minutes of us settling down a rhino moved in with its baby.
Too much trouble, better to leave.
Outside visitors are allowed entry inside the premises till the afternoon. As we sat there, waiting for another glimpse of wild life, the crowd gradually started to disperse. The sun was setting on the forest, and slowly dusk decended.
And with it came on thousands of lights. The grassland in front of us was sparkling with the lights emitted from glow worms. It was a clear night and the stars were complementing the effect.
The sight was amazing and it could have been a moment to savour, had the sound effects been equally natural. What we found amusing was in a place like South Khairabari, which is devoid of any substantial wild life, the lights are put out by 10pm to create a natural ambience and not to disturb nature. Here at Hollong, in the middle of the forest, it felt like a New Year eve’s party with children screaming at the top of their voices and equally balanced by the booming voice of some male member of the family. The TV was blaring full blast with modern Hindi songs adding to the annoyance. I have no idea what it is like on any other day, but on this particular one the kind of guests putting up there were not at all welcome. It showed what money without any taste or culture can do.
The animals must have been used to these kinds of commotion because at about 10pm, just about when we were finishing our dinner, my brother ran in to tell us he had heard something splash on the water canal. The caretaker rushed with the search light. There were four full grown rhinos at the salt mound. One of them for some reason got irritated on its companion and chased it away. It felt like watching something on the National Geographic, well maybe not that grand, but more than enough to be happening right in front of our eyes.
Sorry folks, no pics in the dark mainly because I was not carrying my camera. I have to see if I can get my hands on the few my brother managed to shoot under the search light.
I was too excited to go to bed at that point and wanted to sit under the open sky, in the darkness and relish the atmosphere a little bit more. The commotion was starting to recede by then. But frankly speaking, I was somewhat scared. What if something breathed down my neck in the darkness, or worse, have a better use of my neck. Persuaded my brother to get indoors as well.
This had been an exhilarating day, a first time experience in the wild for me. The day ended by going to bed amidst the sounds of the forest. For some reason I had stopped worrying about the trouble lashing the Dooars region. I was wondering about the elephant ride we would take the next morning.