Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Day 3 Andaman - The road to Rangat

 Feb 12th 2024

Continued from here.

A strange day it was, with so many new experiences, some amazing, some frustrating, some bewildering and of course some hilarious!  The plan - travel to Rangat in Middle Andamans on The Andaman Trunk Road - ATR - now rechristened as NH4.  This required us to go in a convoy through the Jarawa reserve, then ferry across the Middle Straits, and then continue again, though some more Reserve before coming to the settler town of Rangat.


In the debriefing, it was stressed to us that we had to get to the head of the convoy, or else the cars wouldn't make it quickly on the ferry across and then that would delay us.

And so, we woke up at 3am to leave at 4am!  The 8 of us were down and ready, and bundled into our respective cars by 4 am.  It was still dark, but there was a bit of activity on the streets - visits to other islands also have early departures, so the tourism business is an early-to-rise affair in the Andamans.

We were to pick up Jabili- and went to her lane at 415 or so - and there was no sign of her.  I wonder if she thought we would not be ready or she overslept.  We hung around her place on the road for a good half hour before she showed up.  Since we were driving in the dark and then through the Reserve where we could not stop, Jabili was consigned to the rear - and she slept all through.  Clever girl.

Anyways, we reached Jirkatang - the convoy starting point at 530 instead of 5, and so we didn’t make it to the head of the convoy and we were waaaay back

Dawn was breaking, and I was dazed at the long and orderly line of cars, lined up on the left of the road.
The Islander is more orderly than the Mainlander for sure.  There was no traffic jam, no honking.
 

Drivers were going off to submit the necessary papers - we had to fill a form with the usual bureaucratic details of where we were coming from, whether we had murdered anybody etc.  

We were all told to go eat something, find a toilet etc etc.  Each of the little shacks had a bunch of 2-3  pay and use toilets, all were clean, and there was no smell of pee on the roadsides!  What happened to the Indian male in Andaman?  Most mercifully and thankfully, the world was not their toilet here, it appeared.  

Of course our gang gravitated to a lady selling idlies - she was a feisty no-nonsense sort - must have seen people like us by the dozens.  She was most affronted that we were not demanding her "poo-poley" (flower-like) idlies, but were falling on all the fried food instead.  I desisted and refrained from putting anything into my stomach - a very wise decision in hindsight.



Travelling through the Jarawa reserve and the convoys

From:  The damned road of Andamans

Every morning at 6 am, the gates to the Jarawa Tribal Reserve, located in the Middle Straits of the Andamans, are thrown open with a loud pre-recorded voice reading out instructions of social conduct to be followed inside the forests. Following this, a convoy of cars and buses cross into the forests from the hamlet of Jirkatang, the last housing settlement towards Baratang Island, a less popular attraction for tourists. En route the convoy crosses another that approaches Jirkatang from Baratang. Throughout the day, six more convoys enter the reservation from either side at three hour intervals.

In the beginning of the 18th century, the Jarawas inhabited the South Andamans while being at war with the Aka-Bea-da tribe. The Jangils, who bore some relation to the Jarawa, were situated further south on Rutland Island. The first colonisers of the land, the British East India Company, built their townships around Chatham and Ross Island, cleared the forests starting with southeast Andamans and managed to push the tribal demographic towards the north. They frequently attempted to make contact and engaged in the practice of 'gift-giving' with Jarawas, efforts which were sometimes reciprocated with hostility. As the number of colonial villages and forestry expeditions increased, small battles between the tribe and the police or bandits became common. While the other two tribes perished into extinction, the Jarawas survived the exodus. In 1957, their habitation area from the southwestern forests of Constance Bay through the Middle Straits into the Middle Andamans and the marina around it was declared a tribal reserve under the Andaman and Nicobar (Protection of Aboriginal Tribes) Regulation Act, 1956.

The settlers who came to the North and Middle Andamans with the establishment of penal colonies and later the refugees of Partition lived in a mortal fear of the sea. The development of the Andaman Trunk Road through the tribal reserve was sanctioned in the early 1970s as a result of their nautical discomfort. The Jarawas have resisted the building of the road since then. In fact, the convoy system was initiated as a way to protect the Public Works Department workers constructing the road from arrows shot by the natives. Existing folklores even account for a number of Jarawa deaths as a result of electric wires laid down by the state. Out of fear, no official complaint of such deaths were ever made, but the tribal elders have recorded them in their oral history. The construction of the road was completed two decades later while the convoys continued to protect the intruding travellers.

Today, the upkeep of this road faces no opposition from the Jarawas. In a reversal of history, the convoy system is now in place to prevent tourist intrusion into tribal lives. The police bikes that tail the convoys keep all passengers from straying off the road and establishing any contact with the tribe. 

(The SC has asked for the road to be closed, then the other Islanders appealed, and it seems the decision was reversed.)

For the next couple of hours, we drove through a super smooth road (for the most part), with our cameras tucked away (no photography allowed, as also no stopping, speeding, honking), looking at the green forests, the valleys dropping off behind the tree cover, the streams glinting in the sun, flashes in between trees.  I tried to consign to memory the green, the clean streams, the ravines.  Every now and then there would be tree logging - a cell tower was  being installed.  

Conversation ebbed and flowed in between napping - the quiet was causing everyone to drop off, nodding heads all around.   Our driver told us about how the Jarawas received rice and sugar from the government, how they get health checks, how many know and understand Hindi now.  There is a legendary story of a little Jarawa boy breaking a bone and being healed in one of the district hospital, making friends, learning to communicate with the settlers, and being the bridge that reduced hostilities between the Jarawas and the settlers.  

Middle Straits and Baratang

Around 8am and we were at the other side of the reserve, at Middle Strait jetty.  The original plan was to board the ferries in the cars and go off to the other side - Baratang.



Middle Strait - from the ferry

 

However, the drivers told Jabili to take us across in the first ferry on foot - it seems all the tourists going to Baratang to the mud volcanoes etc, do this, and jump into waiting cabs on the other side.  And so we walked over and joined the tourists who were from everywhere.  Next to me was a young Telegu couple who had lived and worked for a few years in Chennai on OMR!

A short ride later we were at Baratang and walked in to the only eating establishment of repute there.

The little place delivered dosais and other such fast food, shared tables, no loitering, eat and move.  Once again there was a Tamil-speaking "boss" who kept the flow.  I had one plate dosai - there were two - I think Gasper was more adventurous - he had parottas and puris as well.

And now, we waited for our cars to come over in the ferry.  We waited.  I watched in fascination as a bus disembarked.  (The buses had a roller attached behind the end of their vehicles so their bottoms wouldn't get scraped off every time they came off the ferry.)

We watched the Pacific Swallows.  Others watched us watching the swallows.  Doggies slept.  Tourists came and went.  And still we waited.


 


It was 1130 or so, by the time our cars came across, after the buses and the oil tankers.

We are all a bit tired and bored by now - and Jabili moved to the front to supposedly show us birding wonders - which meant that Sekar went back to the third row, and the import of this hit us later.

NH4 rock and roll, bump and groan.

"Ab road thoda karaab hoga", said our driver after we crossed Nilambur, which was the understatement of the year for sure.  There was no road!! No road, only holes. What bird, what sights, we each tried to hold onto something to prevent being tossed around like potatoes - the Mahindra Xylo's soft suspension adding to the feeling of being on a choppy sea rather than on terra firma.

When we spoke we warbled into gamakams that would have made any Carnatic singer proud, as our vocal chords followed the laws of inertia within our throats.

Do listen to the interesting conversations in the car.

And then suddenly, we came upon this first class bridge - Humphrey bridge across Humphrey Creek. How exciting, smooth tar, no rolling, and what a lovely view!  Of course we stopped and enjoyed the creek.  The bridge is 1.5 kms long and crosses between Gandhi Ghat and Uttara jetty.

 

Stretched our legs, straightened our backs and greeted the members of the other car as well.  Desigan had this most vivid description of the nodding heads in the other car, and being stuck in the middle - he was awestruck and in absolute wonderment as to how trough all that  roll and bump, Gasper, Suresh and Ravi slept.  His visualisations of their sleeping rolls along with the car's rocks kept me in splits.  The said seniors smiled benignly and said he would learn these skills when he reached their age!



Humphrey Creek
 
And then we looked at the signposts which said another 50kms more to Rangat! The drivers were in good cheer - oh to be young and chilled.


We crossed Kadamtala, and then immediately after the road again became non existent once again. This was the second Reserve section.  At the moment, these roads do not see much traffic and this is a blessing.  

I understood why Madhuri of ANET said that the sea route was preferable.

It was 2pm by the time we reached Rangat, every km being ticked off inch by inch.

Further hilarities ensued at the Hotel Eden’s Garden

We arrived at Hotel Eden’s Garden and find not a single staff inside. Reception deserted, restaurant locked and two hotel guests sitting patiently in the lobby saying they were also wondering what happened. We were hungry and tired and not in the best of moods anyways. 

Then a housekeeping staff came marching down the stairs, banged firmly on a door which said 101. No response. Inderjeet, she called loudly and sternly. "Guests have come." That seems to have got Inderjeet’s attention. ‘Aa gaye?!’ He asked in a shocked voice from behind that door. After 5 minutes, he emerged in sleeveless banian and drawer shorts and behaved as if it was the most normal thing to be dressed like that.  He was in the ‘washroom’ he explained. 

Jabili the guide who is small made tried speaking to him. He spoke over her head and said ‘ek madam aana tha, woh kahaan hai?’ We all chorused -  this is her and he then looks down and says in a shocked voice - oh yeh ladki!  

Then he announced that our rooms were ready and said cheerily there is no restaurant though. The chef had not been appointed! 🫢 All this in banian and drawers, he bounced around, busily, calling loudly to the drivers, and I was filled with trepidation as to how the room in this garden of eden will be - what poisonous snake would emerge?  We clomped up the stairs and I turned to see Sekar with a Cheshire grin saying - I could never have imagined and written that reception incident!  Such is the joys and amusements of a writer and thankfully the room was real and actually quite nice and neat.  

The housekeeping lady was leaving for the day.  And Mr Inderjeet was our SPOC - very efficient. So he took us next door for lunch to a ‘Bengali restaurant first class’ sir and we got what’s called a thali.  Of course our group members are never fazed and were ever optimistic asking for various delicacies - fish fry?  fish curry?  chicken mein kya hai? At which point carnivorous Umesh bhai was so vexed he had a veg thali. Can you believe that?!  Food was decent, but nothing Bengali about it, please note - Sagarika - it had sambar, Bengali sambar.  

After an afternoon snooze, Ravi, Sekar and me went to Raman beach, Gasper stayed and rested, and the others went birding with Jabili.

Raman bageecha beach

We went to Raman bageecha beach. It was just beautiful, just the balm my body and soul needed.  Cool breeze, blue waters, clean sands and the green tidal forests.  This is Andamans.  I needed to see this vast expanse after a day spent in a car.  



It was low tide and the rocks were exposed.  A Collared kingfisher meditated close by.  In the distance were the, by now, familiar Reef Herons.  A WBSE circled in the distance.



Our younger driver Ojas was busy marking a moss stone with the heart symbol of his love.

Pandanus grew at the water's edge.


We went back to the hotel, the others were back too - orders were placed for some spiritual refreshments, and Inderjeet came back looking ragged - there were 71 people ahead of him in there queue he said!  What??  Further "research" revealed that there is one TASMAC-equivalent for the whole of Rangat (ANIDCO), and since these refreshments come from the mainland, supply is scarce and rationed!  

That night, Mr Inderjeet got the restaurant opened and stocked with dosais and parottas!! Sambar and salad.  I think the owner dropped in and helped and we ended with some lovely Tetrapak buttermilk of Milky Mist - coming all the way from Chennai for sure.  








Friday, March 15, 2024

Assam Day 8 and 9 - Pobitora, adjutant storks and the civet cat

Pobitora - has been in the news lately.  Denotified as a sanctuary by the Assam govt, a decision then thankfully stayed by the Supreme Court.  I remember the sanctuary from our 2020 MNS trip, and realised I had not updated my trip notes here.

January 18th 2020 

Continued from here.

Beginning with Lesser Adjutants


We departed in the morning for Pobitara, a 200 km westwards drive, staying to the south of the river.
Around 10 in the morning, and the Innovas all suddenly pulled up to the side of the road.  Tubelight me, always last to see things - wondering what all the excitement was about, and then I saw them - Adjutant stork nests.  A silk cotton tree full of them!!  These are probably the most morose-looking birds I have seen.  Wetlands birds have a serious look generally, but these ones are in another league - they really looked grumpy and very unhappy with their state of affairs.







The Lesser Adjutant (Leptoptilos javanicus) is less of a scavenger than the Greater. And found around wetlands, and November to January is there breeding season in Assam.  A rather messy mass of sticks formed the nest.  In many we saw little scrawny, unkempt heads poking out.  Since we were watching from below, it was difficult to see them, as the nests looked deep. (I came back and read that they could be as much as a metre deep, oh my goodness!). There were 10 nests - a few had been abandoned, done with.


Of course this called for a tea break, and we stopped at a place called Sugandhi, which took forever to produce the said tea.  The only advantage of this stop was that I saw a Nepali bridegroom and had a Skype call with some Chennai friends!
We moved along, making good time, and were at Jagi Road, (Whats with Assam calling places “road”, remember Barpeta Road?) just probably half hour from our destination when we ran into the Jonbeel mela crowds and road blocks.  It was the last day of the Bihu mela, which operates on a barter system, and is a BIG event for the indigenous communities.  We saw one side of the bund was allocated to parking - taxis, lorries, people carriers of all sorts, and on the other side was the fair.  So we were sternly told to do a U turn and use another route, as the road was blocked.  I was quite intrigued and wanted to return to see this mela - only to be told it would be disbanded that evening.






Detoured and all, and we crossed a river, with scores of brick kilns on either side, so I suppose the clay of that area makes for good bricks.  We came to the huge “Jheel”, which is outside Pobitara, and was full of birds!  

We reached Maibong Eco Resort, which is off in a little lane, and has rooms on either side of the lane.  Devika and I took a room in the main building - these rooms were compact with easier access to the food and reception - better for her as she wouldn’t need to walk much, given her hurt toe.  The rooms on the other side were more spacious and around a central open garden space.  To one side, the resort had created a “hide” where they promised sightings of the hornbill, for a mere sum of Rs 500 - I thought this was a bit rich, and as it turned out those staying that side got to see the hornbills even without going to the hide.

We had a hot lunch of puris and dal, overlooking a little pond - all very scenic.  The manager told us that the pond saws some interesting bird action in the mornings.  



And then we set off for Pobitora.  Mainly grasslands and good rhino territory, I for one was appalled at the extent of cattle inside the sanctuary.  Being close to Guwahati, this sanctuary is well visited, so why this neglect?  It is also relatively new and small - 38sqkm.  There has been some translocation of rhinos from here to Manas, due to overpopulation.




In the new context of COVID, it doesn’t seem like a great idea having cattle and rhinos and water buffaloes in such close proximity to each other one would think.

Anyway, there was all sorts of grass, short tall, in water, dry.  We saw yellow-footed pigeons, starlings, a tree full of ber was a great sight, a parakeet looked annoyed at having its peace disturbed by the noisy jeep.  I apologised.

Yellow-footed green pigeons


A bar-filled tree

A parakeet - staring at us rather annoyed.


As the sun descended in the sky, we stopped close to one of the jheels.  On one side water buffalo and cattle, on the far horizon an eagle on a tree, to the left were a pair of Greater Adjutants.  In between some wild boar and egrets.  And a lone black stork.




The incidence of the civet cat 

Back to Maibong then, and a nice hot bath.  We were told to come to the reception at 7pm - civet cats would show up!  This we were all very intrigued by.  So we passed time until then, on the grass patch in front of the rooms on the other side - I learnt about the latest squash players from Nayantara and Nethra, and then the manager came and told us it was time for the civet show.

Then we all went to the reception area, and were told to be very quiet, no flash photography, no movements, and the lights were dimmed.  Chairs were adjusted, so second row also had a view. We waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Some wild variety of banana was thrown onto the tin roof.  We spoke in hushed voices.  We were told not to take our eyes off. 


Waiting for the civet


After a while, there was a scuffle, a black shadow passed on the tin roof and one piece of banana was gone!  The manager looked pleased with a I-told-you-so look.  MNS members looked bemused.  Did you see it?  I saw the tail I think, it went up the pipe, no it went down the roof.  It was at the edge.  No see it too banana from here.  Clearly very few had actually seen anything - such was the disparity between sighting accounts.  

There was still much banana left.  It will be back we were told.  More waiting.  Pritam looked unamused and disbelieving.  Backbenchers made their way out…only the believers were left behind.  And were rewarded with five more visits by the scurrying shadow, whose presence was marked by the disappearing bananas.

And so ended the amusing episode of the palm civet of Maibong.  It was clearly there, living under the roof - because the souvenir shop had a strange smell about it.  I thought it was some native fragrance.  Pritam calmly said it was civet pee and poop!



19 January – Day 9

Our last day in Assam!

By common consent, we decided to leave for Guwahati slowly, lingering at Maibong, doing birding on the lake front.  Only Kumar and family went off to Guwahati early to do some sightseeing.


The pond revealed water hens, a kingfisher, a flameback, and then there was the curious case of the flycatcher that only Bhuvanya and I could see, and poor Sudar could not spot, much to the ire of his wife.  Try as we may we could not get him to look at the “right” tree at the far end of the pond.  And when it finally flew in disgust is when he saw it, and then was most annoyed that we were pointing to the wrong tree!

This was during morning tea.

7am with some light and we set off for some walking and birding.  It was a foggy morning, and the members were struggling along the bund at different speeds.  Ducks and cormorants in the water, doves, starlings and bee eaters in the wires above.  On the other side of the road, farmers were busy with paddy cultivation.  At some point, stomachs began to growl, and so we headed back for breakfast, bath and packing.  

I went to the souvenir shop and picked up some t shirts, tea and caps for family and friends, and hurried to pack them and load the bags in the car.  We finally left closer to noon.

Anti CAA march in Guwahati

Our final Assamese lunch


Stopped at Guwahati for a massive lunch, saw an anti CAA protest, reached the airport, bumped into a cousin of mine, and then it was a long ride back via Kolkata to Chennai airport.  Met by Vish at the airport, and home after dropping off Pritam and Shuba.

And so ended my Assam odyssey…..though I did end up with a rasping cough, thankfully it was in pre-covid days, or rather when the virus was still rampant only in China, or so I believed.  

My mother was convinced that I had picked up the Covid virus from Assam, and it might well be the case, I would never know.

Assam Day 6 & 7 - The wonderland that is Kaziranga

16th January 2020

Continued from here.

Kaziranga!  A dream visit for me, for the last fifteen years, and I was actually here.  Wishing Sekar was here, and of course Raji, my dear friend, how I missed her on the trip.  

It is a UNESCO world heritage site.

“Criterion (ix): River fluctuations by the Brahmaputra river system result in spectacular examples of riverine and fluvial processes. River bank erosion, sedimentation and formation of new lands as well as new water-bodies, plus succession between grasslands and woodlands represents outstanding examples of significant and ongoing, dynamic ecological and biological processes. Wet alluvial grasslands occupy nearly two-thirds of the park area and are maintained by annual flooding and burning. These natural processes create complexes of habitats which are also responsible for a diverse range of predator/prey relationships.

Criterion (x): Kaziranga was inscribed for being the world’s major stronghold of the Indian one-horned rhino, having the single largest population of this species, currently estimated at over 2,000 animals. The property also provides habitat for a number of globally threatened species including tiger, Asian elephant, wild water buffalo, gaur, eastern swamp deer, Sambar deer, hog deer, capped langur, hoolock gibbon and sloth bear. The park has recorded one of the highest density of tiger in the country and has been declared a Tiger Reserve since 2007. The park’s location at the junction of the Australasia and Indo-Asian flyway means that the park’s wetlands play a crucial role for the conservation of globally threatened migratory bird species. The Endangered Ganges dolphin is also found in some of the closed oxbow lakes.”

Highway 37 cuts through and the Karbi Anglong hills are the highlands needed during the high monsoon floods as highlands for the animals from the Bramhaputra flood plains.  Now this migration land is cut by the highway.

A lot happened on the road even before we entered the sanctuary gates.  


We started our Kaziranga exploration at the eastern gate - Agaratoli.  These Owlets were at the gate, as we registered to enter the Gates.

A grey-headed fishing eagle surveyed the plains,  sitting harmoniously with the parakeets!


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Wild buffaloes eyed us.

I would never tire of the river, the grasslands and the swamp deer.

The rhinos were there everywhere.



What a lovely sight of the northern lapwing.

The news of Kaziranga was that a “lesser white fronted goose had been spotted!  And Gudung knew exactly where to take us   - to see this “foreigner”, who was hanging around with the bar-headed geese, who didn’t seem to mind its presence, and all continued to forage in an amicable fashion.  Its white face and barred chest made it stand out among the bar-headed geese.

The LWFG (Anser erythropus)was most unbothered at this paparazzi status, as the shutter bugs clicked away. What was it doing here?  In 1968, an Englishman McKenzie had recorded it in Kaziranga in a different range.  The bird is a native of Scandinavia and Siberia.  It was a vagrant.  And endangered vagrant.  

Gudung was excited at having showed us this rare sighting.


He took us to the house of his mentor Manoj Gogoi. These are the experiences on MNS trips that are amazing, humbling and something that has opened my mind time and again.

He narrated the story of his meeting with a man from BNHS and then growing and rescuing snakes and birds, and now working in tandem with the forest dept.  Recounting stories of Kaziranga then and now, over a feast of local delicacies.

 

A quick lunch stop at Dubori, wash, battery charge and it was off to the western range with Gudung.  Bagori.

Hornbill sightings




A satisfied soul inside a tired body, as we headed back.  Dinner and chatter - always fun - sitting with Yuvan trying to make a list - jaggery ginger candy from Mr NS.  A throat thats feeling super raspy and painful.


So much to learn still, so little do I know.  

17th January 2020. Off to the Bura Pahad range - Hoolock Gibbon morning it was.



On the road, even before entering the Bura Pahad range, we stopped by some fig trees as Gudung spotted the gibbons, and this was my first sight!  What lovely eyebrows!


There was something so contented and peaceful about the way the gibbon took a fruit at a time, and ate with deliberation and “mindfulness”?  

One of Kaziranga’s signature primate, India’s only ape. As I watched the male’s long arm go out and pick a fruit, I learnt that they can brachiate at high speeds - close to 50kmph, and in one swing, something like 6m!  

They live in small family groups and are monogamous we heard their calls within the forest later as well.  Their calls - haunting and amazing and a lifetime experience as it echoes through the forests.  

For a creature that never comes down to the forest floor, the need for a contiguous canopy is so crucial.  How would it cross a road, if the canopy was broken for more than 6m?

“Populations of western hoolock gibbons have declined by almost 90% over the last 30 years, and it is now considered to be one of the most endangered 25 primate species in the world. In India, it is listed on Schedule 1 of the Indian (Wildlife) Protection Act 1972. Enhancing protection for the species, the Government of Assam upgraded the status of the Hoollongapar Reserve Forest in the Jorhat District of Assam to a Gibbon Wildlife Sanctuary in 1997, making this the first Protected Area ever named after a primate species.”  (WWF)

A skirmish and movement in the tree and we thought it was another family, but no it was a Giant Malayan Squirrel also feeding and going up and down the tree.  What a tail!  And it did one spectacular jump from one tree to the next.  (Ratufa bicolor).  I thought the malabar squirrel is more good looking, but this one is just large and dramatic.  (Suresh's photo)


Lovely drive in the forest.  Beautiful trees, lianas, a water monitor lizard and whistling ducks in flight.  A group of black capped monkeys above.

A patch of water, and we saw more bar-headed geese.  There were egrets, cormorants, OBS all cheek by jowl, minding their own business.  

A watchtower close to the river.  We got off the vehicles and took a walk along the river Diphlu.  The stories that silting would tell.  Many feet deep.  There were a couple of ruddy shelducks on the bank. that caught the sun so beautifully, they were like burnished copper..


The squelchy mud revealed tiger pug marks!  It was a long and hot walk, and we came back quite hungry.  Dried fruits and kakhra to the rescue in our backpacks - and  Suresh discovered a love for kakhra hitherto unknown.  Pritam had some interesting fruit bars - mango and guava…I preferred the guava I remember.

As we drove back and out of the sanctuary, we saw swamp deer - unique to Kaziranga.  Eastern swamp deer.    Rucervus duvaucelii ranjitsinhi.  Dolhorina in Assamese

 


 Even better was the sunbathing otters we saw!  What a delightful sight that was.  We were the lone jeep on that path - and in a blink of an eye, they were all off the bank and into the water.  Showing how easy it us to disturb wildlife, how sensitive to human activity.  Shantharam got a great picture, I remember.

An adjutant flew overhead, stiff and stern.  And suddenly there was a rhino eyeballing us from behind the grass.  And vultures overhead!


Back for lunch and a short rest


Afternoon ride was to Kohora - the gate closest to us.  We were in the last jeep.  Sudar and his camera seemed to be magnets for the unexpected.  A whole host of wagtails later, we saw a fishing eagle and most importantly a night jar.  Spotted by Sudar.  Even our jeep driver was awestruck at the spotting!

We went over this bridge I don’t think was meant for jeeps - it protested loudly. But the driver was cheery and confident.

And that evening, we waited for the tiger, whom the guides and driver felt were in the vicinity.  I didn't mind.  It was such a beautiful magic spot.

Instead we saw a baby elephants in the swamp - it waddled across, stumbling and moving quite clumsily and endearingly - the mother gently nudging him/her with her trunk.

As we watched, the rains stuck to a path they make.  We saw a rhino midden as well.

Another beautiful Kaziranga sunset.

That evening, we went into the markets.  I picked up two wooden rhinos as souvenirs.  It was good fun to hang around with Bhuvanya as she looked for some kind of local Assamese knife, which she didn’t find, but she found a kutty little dish made from some alloy, which was a big hit with the other ladies - so much so that we had to return and buy some more!  So many things I came to know - that Bhuvanya loves to paint, is a cheerful chatterbox and has a wonderful joie de vivre. 

We would depart for Pobitara the next day.  

Kaziranga - I could go back again and again.  (I did go back, with Sekar, and I would be happy to revisit.)  The flood plains, the grasslands, the vastness, the magnificent rhinos and elephants in such plenty, the gibbons, langurs, squirrels and all those birds.


Day 3 Andaman - The road to Rangat

 Feb 12th 2024 Continued from here. A strange day it was, with so many new experiences, some amazing, some frustrating, some bewildering and...