Monday, June 13, 2011

Egypt (Dec 2009)

Egypt is certainly not a hot favorite as a honeymoon destination. December would have been too cold in Europe or North America, we looked at New Zealand and South Africa, but had only 8-9 days. Hotels at destinations like Maldives were either super expensive or unavailable, it being the Christmas and New Years period. We had to pick a spot, and decided on Egypt: tickets were easy to get, and most importantly, the weather would be the best that one can get in Egypt.

Unlike most travellers to Egypt, atleast from India, we decided not to take the cruise. Some of the top cruises were sold out, plus in general my view was that these Nile cruiseships were not as luxurious as Ocean Liners, and I had heard that food could be a problem.

Day 1: We have an early morning Egypt Air flight to Cairo. It would be the first time I would step on African soil, and the first time Jyoti would be out of Asia.
Egypt Air was a little like Air India: a Govt owned behemoth that should be dismantled, but probably wont happen anytime soon. From Cairo airport, we took a connecting flight to Aswan (the gateway to Nubia, the southern part of Egypt) and checked into the hotel by the evening. There seemed to be few tourists in town: not many people visit Aswan and most of those who do are on the cruiseships. It was probably a good thing as we could experience an evening in a typical small Egyptian town. After asking a few people, we found a roadside eatery selling delicious falafel sandwiches. There was no nightlife to speak of in this sleepy little town and we called it an early day.





Day 2: We wake up an 4 am, in time for the minibus pickup for the trip to Abu Simbel. There is nothing to do or see in Abu Simbel except one thing, but what a magnificent site it is: Two massive rock temples on the banks of Lake Nasser, made in 13th Century BC to commemorate the victory of Pharaoh Ramesses II over Nubia. Since Abu Simbel is located close to the Sudan border, the travel from Aswan happens in a convoy protected by the Army. The drive itself is long (3 hrs+) and enchanting, witnessing the rising sun painting the barren desert of rock and sand in warm hues. We got there at around 8 am, as the statues of Ramses and his wife Neferteri glowed in the morning sun. It was very windy, and we wondered how intact these temples remain, facing the vagaries of nature. We then headed back to Aswan around lunch time and proceeded to the Aswan Dam, one of the crown jewels of Egypt. Built in the 1960s, the Dam has a significant impact on the economy and culture of Egypt.




In the afternoon, we visit the Temple of Philae, situated on an island on the Nile River. The temple was initially located further South, but was then relocated to Aswan. Aesthetically, this was probably the prettiest place we visited in Egypt, as the water around added so much to the charm of the place. Most of the rest of Egypt would rather be described as grand or imposing or awesome.



In the evening, we took a romantic "felluca" cruise on the Nile, a traditional wooden sailing boat, watching the sun go down over the nearby hills. This was time to contemplate the enormity of what we had seen and what lay ahead in store for us for the next few days.


Day 3: Edfu, Kom Ombo, onto Luxor

The car we had booked to take us to Luxor did not show up. We hitched a ride with a group of Americans, who lived in Istanbul and were visiting Egypt for a week. Having lived in NYC for 5 years and visited other parts of the US, I hit it off with the party. Our first stop enroute was the temple of Kom Ombo on the Nile. Part of the temple is dedicated to the crocodile God Sobek, the God of fertility and creator of the world. By now, we have been approached by many locals who first asked us if we were Indian, and then profess to know the Bollywood icon Amitabh Bachchan personally.
Like a lot of places around the globe which dont have much of a local film industry, seems Indian film stars are quite well liked in Egypt.

The next stop, further downstream on the Nile (the Nile flows south to north, so we were heading downstream as we headed North towards Luxor), was the town of Edfu, which housed the Temple of Horus (the Falcon headed God), the most well preserved of all temples in Egypt.



Once in Luxor, a nice clean city, with plenty of good hotels and restaurants, we first had lunch at a rooftop restaurant (the best hummus I had on the trip, and great coffee) and then headed to the Temple of Luxor during dusk, as the temple was brilliantly lit. It was built in 14th century BC, commissioned by King Amenhotep III, completed by Tutunkhanum and then added to by Ramses II. It was an awe inspiring experiene to walk along the central corridor of the temple, flanked on both sides by huge walls, tall statues and imposing columns and obelisks. After the Luxor visit, we visited a handicrafts emporium and bought some papyrus paintings depicting the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses, and the Kings.

Day 4: Luxor

An action packed day (reasons later). We had booked a daytrip to the Valley of the Kings and Valley of the Queens. The Valley of the Kings is essentially a collection of tombs of various Egyptian Pharaohs. When you reach the site, all you first see is barren slopes. It is impossible to anticipate what is in store, as you enter a tomb and are enthralled by the finesse and color of 3000+ year old paintings on the wall and the ceilings. This is when it struck me that color was an integral part of Egyptian culture, which provided a much needed contrast to the barren desert. The paintings depict all kinds of Egyptian themes: the various Gods and Goddesses, Kings and Queens, death and the afterlife, birds, animals and fish etc. The corridors were long and deep and there was a lot of dust, but it certainly was a once in a lifetime experience.

As we were exiting one of the tombs, Jyoti twisted her foot. It was nasty. She would hobble through the rest of the trip. At one point, it crossed my mind to head back to India. But this was our honeymoon, she wasnt going to entertain that thought.




The next stop was Queen Hatshepshut temple, the only female Pharaoh in Egypt's history. This is where a good part of the song in "Singh is King" was shot. I had to explore the nooks and corners of this place alone as Jyoti could go only so far with her bad foot. After the temple, we visited the Valley of Queens, which has similar tombs but smaller and not se well preserved, and then the Colossi of Memnon, two massive stone statues of Amenhotep III, built 3,500 years back.

Once back in Luxor, we headed to the Karnak Temple Complex, a vast mix of temples, chapels, pylons and other structures. It is the largest ancient religious site in the world. There was an overload of the tall, the huge, the heavy.. The temple was added to by various Pharaohs, for close to 1500 years. Unfortunately Jyoti couldnt see much of it.



In the evening, we decided to head to a rooftop bar. The problem: a place that was well recommended had no elevator. So I had to carry Jyoti in my arms for four flights of narrow steps. As we reached the top, the guys who had given us a ride to Luxor were having drinks, and I got a round of applause from them for the feat! We had a really good evening with these guys: they were all talented and very well traveled and had great stories to tell. Some of the guys had been to India or would be visiting soon, so there was a lot to talk about that as well. Later in the evening, we boarded the Abela Egypt, a luxury train from Luxor to Cairo. It really wasnt too luxurious and not much cheaper than a flight, makes sense to take it only if convenient.

Day 5: Cairo, the Pyramids

As the Abela express chugged Cairo in the am, we wondered how much we would be able to explore the city given Jyoti's injury. As with anyone visiting Egypt, the number one priority was to see the pyramids at Giza, the oldest of the seven wonders of the ancient world (more than 4500 years old) and we wanted to visit them on camelback. We had the hotel arrange everything for us: we took a cab to the camel camp, and then headed to the majestic, massive pyramids, three of them towering over some smaller ones: Khufu (the largest), Khafre (a touch smaller) and Menkaure (quite modest, comparatively speaking). Khufu is about 140 metres tall, weighs 5.9 million tonnes, its volume is 2.5 million cubic metres and is made up of 2.3 million blocks. If almost every superlative was applicable to a structure, it would be this. Its not pretty, its just a simple shape made of stone. There is no carving, no color, no gardens around it, its just a breathtaking masterpiece of engineering.



The camels could take us only so close to the pyramids, after which we had to walk over quite uneven ground. So I had to take Jyoti in my arms: it made for a good picture opportunity with these massive structures in the background.

The thing about these Egyptian monuments is that there really is no connection between ancient Egypt and modern Egypt: different religion, different culture. If you visit Istanbul, Bangkok, Agra or Rome, you see a continuity between the past and the present: none of that here. Cairo was in fact a dull city: we couldnt quite figure out why the houses were not painted from the outside, all cars looked more than 20 years old and traffic was bad. We were to go for a dinner cruise on the Nile that evening, but got stuck in traffic and had to head back to the hotel.

Day 6: Egyptian Museum, Khan-el-Khalili market, Nile Cruise

There was no way Jyoti could have walked around in the museum, so we did the next best thing and got her a wheelchair. There was so much to see and admire, but we decided to concentrate only on the Tutankhanum collection, the largest assimilation of objects every buried with a monarch, and arguably the richest archaeological find of all time. It wasnt that he was the greatest Pharaoh: in fact he died young and didnt get much of a shot at greatness. But just as plunderers in the medieval world destroyed many of the tombs at Luxor, his tomb was buried deep and escaped ravage.


After the King Tut collection, I went to the mummy room (Jyoti skipped it considering a sordid affair) which quite justifiably, had a seperate entrance fee. Quite amazing how to see how well (comparatively speaking) the bodies have been maintained. One is surprised to realize that these people were small in stature.

We then headed to the Khan-el-khalili market. Prospect of shopping gave Jyoti a burst of energy in her tired legs. Very touristy, haggling over prices a must, but great to just stroll around and look at things for sale: carpets, chandeliers, sculpture, alabaster, jewellery, leather, you name it, they got it. We bought a stone carved bust of a Pharaoh, as well as a set of four Canopic jars. (The Canopic jars, each having a lid as the head of one of the minor funerary deities known as the Four Sons of Horus, were used as containers to hold the internal organs of the deceased who was going to be mummified.






This evening we managed to reach our cruise ship on time. There was good entertainment on board: a live band, some belly dancing, whirling dervishes. But we spent more time on the upper deck enjoying the banks of the Nile. How central the river is to this land!! It made me think of the importance of Ganga in India, though there are other big rivers in India too who are revered.


Day 7: Alexandria

Time to leave the Egyptian monuments behind and explore a bit of Greece and Rome. The road from Egypt to Alexandria was very different from the others: there was a lot more vegetation, as one moved away from the Saharan desert and closer to the Mediterranean. Alexandria, founded in 4th Century BC, was the capital of Greco-Roman Egypt. Its lighthouse was one of the wonders of the ancient world, and its library the largest of the ancient world.

We first headed to the Roman Catacombs, also known as Kom al-Shofaqa, consisting of a multi level labyrinth, reached via a large spiral staircase, and featuring dozens of chambers adorned with pillars and statues. This was probably my first introduction to Roman architecture, and I soon made trips to Turkey and then Italy. We then headed to Pompeii;s pillar, a Roman triumphal column. It is about 100 feet tall and its shaft is made of a single piece of granite.



Our next stop was the Citadel of Qaitbay, situated at one end of the crescent shaped shore hugging the Mediterranean. The Citadel was about 500 years old and in good condition, but it was its location on the Mediterranean that made it a must visit place. The view from there was very similar to what you would get of the Queens's necklace from Nariman point, albeit with not so tall a skyline. As we then drove along the shore, I noticed one very important difference: the road was lined with lots of restaurants overlooking the sea. This is where Mumbai really hasnt capitalized: very few places to dine by the sea. We werent going to miss this opportunity, and we had a lazy late lunch before heading back to Cairo in the evening.

Days 8-11, Sharm el-Shaikh




The next morning we took a flight to Sharm el Shaikh, Egypt's best known beach resort in the Sinai Peninsula on the Red Sea, more particularly on the Gulf of Aqaba. We were staying at Sharks Bay Umbi diving village, located right on a small private beach. We were living in a Bedouin hut, and the deck provided a perfect view of the beach and the nearby Tiran Island. The hotel had its own house reef, full of colorful fishes, and a great beachside bar and restaurant. There was another beachside eating joint in the adjacent hotel, and we had all our lazy meals for these few days between these places: a lot of tahini and babbaganoush, some pizza and pasta, and a lot of different kinds of breads, some pretty close to the Naan back home.




Besides snorkeling a lot in the house reef, we made a snorkeling day trip which took us to nearby interesting places on the Gulf. One of the evenings, we did the ATV desert safari: it was awesome fun driving through the sandy desert, covered in the traditional headgear wrapped around all of the face but the eyes to avoid the sand. During the evening, we visited a local Bedouin encampment, where a lot of curios were on sale.

For New Year eve, we were at the beachside bar, providing us a glimpse of the live entertainment that the hotel had organized close by. It was a memorable way to ring in the new year: a nice bottle of wine by the beach, traditional middle eastern music and good food.

Notwithstanding Jyoti's injury, the trip still ended being great fun. It also ignited the passion in both of us to travel a lot more in the next few months, and explore more countries and cultures.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Turkey

Jyoti had missed out on a trip to Istanbul (a company offsite) as it was scheduled right around our wedding date. Having got rave reviews of the city, a trip there was on top of her wish list. While flipping through the newspaper in between a couple of meetings, I saw an ad by Aurora travels for a 10 day trip to Turkey. It included all places we wanted to go to, and the price seemed reasonable so I signed up for a trip in Mid-May, when it would just begin to get warm and before the hordes of tourists from Europe and NA descended. Now usually I never take a guided tour, but renting a car seemed cumbersome, so I decided on a bus tour. And thankfully didnt regret it

Day 1: Istanbul

We take an early direct flight to Istanbul (this was Jyoti's first visit to Europe) and check into the hotel by noon. When you visit a place like NY, London, Rome or Bangkok, you know whats in store for you. But Istanbul seemed such an unknown quantity. The place is as exotic as any (besides Tokyo I feel): a eclectic blend of cultural and modern, beautiful mosques everywhere but a secular ethos, magnificent buildings two millenia old and modern shopping centers.

Though a guided tour overall, the first day was free for us to explore the city. Our hotel was situated just off Taksim square, the hub of activity in probably all of Turkey. Reminiscent of Times Square or Piccadilly Circus. "Except that here, centuries-old domes rise above Burger King billboards, and head-scarved girls on cellphones share the sidewalk with Istanbul's growing population of punk rockers." (Frommers). After wandering aimlessly for a bit around the square, we walked down along "Istiklal Caddesi", which was like Broadway, Park and Fifth Avenue put together, lined with places to eat, shop, party, national embassies. En route we passed through Cicek Pasaji, a rococo arcade full of beer halls and fish restaurants, and the Galatasaray fish market.

Istiklal Caddesi then merged onto Galip Dede Caddesi, a narrow, winding and sloping street, full of small book shops and musical instrument stores besides antique shops and eateries. This was as pretty a walk as it gets through a city. We then walked past the Galata tower, a pretty Synagogue and ended up at the Karakoy square. We then crossed the Galata bridge to Sultanahmet (old city) and visited the Spice Market, which was an enchanting interplay or scents and colors.




We then took the 1 hr Bosphorus (the body of water seperating Europe and Asia) cruise, admiring the beautiful waterfront estates and gardens on both sides of the water. Up there with a romantic cruise on the Seine or a speedboat cruise on the Hudson. On the way back to the hotel, we sampled the multifaceted public transport system of the city. We took a tram back to Karakoy square, then the underground "Tunel", and then the "Nostalgic Tramway" which ran along the length of Istiklal Caddesi. Dinner was awesome hummus, falafel and bean soup at a roadside cafe.


Day 2: Istanbul guided tour



This morning we met Hussein, who would be our tour guide for the rest of the tour.
The tour mainly consisted of Kiwis and Aussies, mostly in their fifties or older. The plan of the day was to check out the top sites in Sultanehmat. We started off at the Hippodrome, a public arena which hosted Roman, Byzantine and then Ottoman celebrations. Next was Sultanehmet (Blue) Mosque, one of the oldest and most well known mosques, now converted to a musuem due to the secular constitution of Turkey.
It is known as the Blue Mosque due to the blue tiles adorning its interior. We then visited the Topkapi Palace, the royal residence of the Ottoman Sultans. The palace had beautiful manicured gardens and one got a great bird's eye view of Istanbul, dominated by the towering minarets of old mosques around town. The room which contained the royal jewels was the most impressive, eliciting a lot of ooh and aahs from the women.




We then had a lunch break. I skipped the meal and instead went to the Yerbatan Sarnici, the underground cisterns built by the Romans supported by hundreds of marble columns. The highlight of the day however was the Ayasofya, a Byzantine cathedral, then a mosque, now a museum. Its dome was probably just as big as that of St pauls in the Vatican. After all this architectural overload, it was time for shopping at the Grand Bazaar, which certainly lived upto its name. Right outside the bazaar, we bought a set of seven interlaced Turkish lamps, which currently is the piece de resistance in my room. We then went to the rooftop bar at the Pierre Loti, where I tried "Raki", the Turkish national drink made of anise. Very very strong. You sip a bit of raki, then drink some water and repeat.At the end of the day, we were too tired to explore any nightlife, and just had a quiet dinner at Taksim square.

Day 3: Ankara, onto Cappadocia



We crossed over the Bosphorus to the Asia side of the country and headed to the capital, Ankara, which is much smaller than Istanbul. At Ankara, we visited the Mausoleum of Mustafa Kamal "Ataturk" (father of the Turks), a World War era military man who then became the leader of the secular Turkey. Cant think of too many people who single handedly shaped the destiny of their country for the better. He made Turkey into a secular republic, worked for women's rights, developed infrastructure and invested in education of the masses. The Mausoleum was perched atop a hill providing a commanding view of the city. On our arrival at Cappadocia, we checked into our cosy cave hotel (the rest of the group was staying in a more expensive and swanky hotel, but we were happy to stay in a more authentic family run place). The owner of the place, a charming old gentleman, cooked us a delicious veg meal.


Day 4: Cappadocia



Early morning wake up for a balloon ride. I had taken one 15 years back in San Diego, for Jyoti it was a first. Quite an experience as dozens of balloons soared over Cappadocia's lunar landscape.




After the balloon ride, we had breakfast and then proceeded to visit the Goreme open air museum, consisting of cave churches and living quarters for the monks. Some of the Byzantine frescoes dating back to 4th Century AD were extremely well preserved. Thereafter we visited the Kaymakli underground city, inhabited around the 1st century AD. It was built underground, with its own water supply, sanitation etc. in order to save persecution from the Romans. It went as deep as 5 storeys underground.

We had lunch at a local restaurant. Tasted Ayran, a local drink, very close to butter milk. Also tried the Turkish pizza (pide), and the Gozleme, a pancake filled with potatoes, cheese or spinach. After lunch we visited the "fairy" chimneys, and then proceeded to the Turkish Carpet Museum, run by the Government. We saw 1000 knots per square inch silk carpets that takes a person a decade or more to make!! Some of the them were more than a 100,000 Euros!!




Back at the hotel, we chilled out at the sitout with a glass of wine, with a gorgeous view of rock formations as the sun went down!


Day 5: Konya, Pamukkale



After breakfast, we left for Konya. En route we stopped at a medieval Caravenserai, with its infrastructure for water, cooking and storage, stables for the horses and resting areas for tired travellers. Konya is the birthplace of the founder of Mevlevi Order (whirling dervishes), the Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi. We visited his Mausoleum, now converted to a museum, to get a glimpse of the Sufi culture. I have read some of Rumi's poetry and it indeed was a solemn moment for me to be visiting this place. We reached Pamukkale in the evening, checked into our spa hotel and spend the evening in the hot water baths.


Day 6: Hierapolis, Pamukkale, Temple of Artemis

In the morning, we checked out of the hotel and headed to Hierapolis, an ancient Greco Roman city (difficult to believe, but there is less Rome in Rome and less Greece in Greece than Turkey). We saw the necropolis and the Roman baths, which would be close to the entrance in order for travellers to freshen up before entering the city.




The Hierapolis ended close to the beautiful calcite formations of Pamukkale, which were the source of the hot water springs we had back at the hotel. Behind the calcite formations was a huge amphitheater, part of the Hierapolis complex. We then drove towards Kusadasi on the Aegean Sea. En route, we stopped at the remnants of the Temple of Artemis, One of the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World. There is just one solitary pillar still standing and it takes some imagination to realize what an achievement of architecture this place would have been in that era. The hotel at Kusadasi was situated by the sea and afforded a very nice view.


Day 7: House of Virgin Mary, Ephesus



The next morning we headed to the House of Virgin Mary in nearby Selcuk. This is where she is supposed to have spent her last days after her flight from the Middle East. We then headed to Ephesus, first a Greek city and then the third largest Roman city after Rome and Istanbul. The most impressive monument within the complex was the Library, I think the largest in the world at one time after the Alexandria library. As with most Roman cities, there was an impressive amphitheater, where one of the group members enchanted us with a rendition.




We saw a sculpture of Nike, the Goddess of Athletics: the Nike swoosh was inspired by this pose of Nike suggesting energy and agility. Another interesting building was the communal lavatory, where the Romans discussed politics while performing their daily chores.

In the afternoon, we visited a Silk leather factory. The visit kicked off with a fashion show, and thereafter the store manager impressed us with a demonstration of properties of silk leather: superlight, superthin, waterproof, fireproof etc etc. In the evening we went for a walk along the waterfront, and did some clothes shopping.


Day 8: Pergamon, Troy, Canakkale



We checked out after breakfast and headed to the Greek city of Pergamon, perched atop a hill with a commanding view of the adjacent countryside. Not much remains of the city, except some imposing rows of columns. After Pergamon, we headed to the ancient city of Troy. Archaelogists have divided the history of Troy in some nine broad periods, Troy I to Troy IX. Troy was destroyed and rebuilt multiple times (fire / invasion etc) and thus in the same spot you can see how a newer version was built over an older one. From Troy, we headed to Canakkale, on Dardanelle Strait. Our modern 5 star hotel had a sweeping view of the water and of the Gallipolli Peninsula beyond.

Day 9: Gallipoli, back to Istanbul



The battle of Gallipoli was one of the key battles in World War I, as the Allied forces (Britain, Australia, NZ, France) battled the Ottoman Empire, siding with the Germans. A prolonged event, it remains the predominant military event in ANZAC history. The ANZAC soldiers won worldwide admiration for their tenacity and to this date, visiting Gallipoli for Aussies and Kiwis is like a pilgrimage. We visited various sites such as ANZAC cove, WWI trenches, and were narrated heartwarming tales of how the warfare was carried out with a lot of dignity, both from the Allied and the Turkish site. We then drove back to Istanbul to end the guided tour.


Day 10: Shopping in Istanbul, back home

We did some shopping on Istiklal Caddesi before heading to the airport to catch our flight back home.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Uttaranchal (April 2011)

A trip to Uttaranchal offers something for everyone: trekking and rafting for the adventurous, pilgrimages for the devout, Tiger safari for the wildlife enthusiasts and R&R in the mountains for the exhausted. Our trip in April 2011 to the region was just the break from the Mumbai heat that we needed

Day 1: Fly to Delhi, train to Haridwar
We flew into Delhi in the evening and having some time to spare before our train to Haridwar, we went for dinner to Bukhara, ITC Maurya's signature restaurant that has been rated as India;s best for quite a few years. While the famed Daal Bukhara was similar to what you get at other places, say Peshawari in Mumbai, the Onion Kulcha and then the Phirni would count as the best I've had. We then headed to New Delhi station to board the Dehradun train. One of our fellow passengers helped to book a cab to pick us up at the station the next morning

Day 2: The banks of the ganga
Our train chugged into Haridwar at 4 am. After having a nice chai by a roadside stall, we headed towards our camp. En route we passed through Rajaji national park, and had to spend a half hour outside its gates as Elephant crossings overnight necessitate that the park is closed dusk to dawn. The road was mostly along the Ganga valley. Even for the unbeliever, the Gangetic banks before it hits the plains, is unlike any other place of earth: the beautiful water, small towns every few miles built around the ashrams, dharamshalas for the devotees, foreigners dressed in Sannyasi attire who have made India their home. After breakfast at the camp, we drove to Laxmanjhula, walked across the cantilever bridge to the other bank, and drove upstream to Shivpuri, where the rafting trip started. The rapids such as Roller Coaster, Three Blind Mice, Golf Course, were exhilirating. The water was too cold for me to body surf, but Jyoti had a jolly good time taking a dip. I did gather enough courage to do a cliff dive though.



We were back at the camp in time for lunch, and after a snooze, attended the Aarti at Ramjhula in the evening, now considered as to be nicer than the one at Haridwar.


Day 3: Onto Mussoorie
After breakfast, we headed towards Mussoorie via Dehradun. En route we stopped at Sahastradhara, where one can take a dip in sulphur springs, considered to have medicinal properties. Too cold for me though! There are also some caves where it is supposed Dronacharya used to live. As we made the ascent towards Mussoorie, I realized why it is called the Queen of the Hills: perched atop a cliff, with a view of the Doon valley to the south and the himalayas (gangotri, yamunotri, kedarnath and badrinath peaks) to the north, dotted with British era heritage properties and some of the best schools in the country. All this means it is very crowded too, especially Mall Road, the hub of shopping and eating. We were staying at the Padmini Niwas, well known for its Gujarati food. Our room was in the heritage wing, much nicer than the ones in the Annexe part of the building.



In the evening we took a stroll along the picturesque Camelback Road. This is one of the best walks I have encountered. The walk is quite secluded, quite opposite to the humdrum of Mall road. The slopes are dotted with British era bungalows, and across the valley one can see the snowcapped Himalayas. The name Camelback road comes from a rock formation that can be spotted through a clearing in the foliage. Thereafter we took a trolley to the highest point in town, where there was a carnival on of sorts (the boisterous side of Mussoorie). Too often I hear the complain that tourist places in India are very crowded, but I realized then that for every Mall Road, there is a Camelback road: one has to make the effort to walk a bit and discard the shopping instinct.



Day 4: Snuggled up in bed

We visited the Country Garden in the morning, which had a toy train and a small bond with duck shaped paddle boats, reminiscent of vacations as a boy. Lunch was at Nirulas (how we both hate and love to have a well known chain while on vacation!). We then picked up a few books at the local book store. I picked up a copy of Ruskin Bond's "Time Stops at Shamli and Other Stories", and then the shopkeeper replaced it with an autographed book. These little unexpected things when you travel make it more special. It started pouring and got quite chilly by late morning, we ordered a room heater and spent most of the day reading.


Day 5: Kampty Falls



The rough weather continued today as well, but we decided to get out for a bit and headed to Kampty Falls, considered one of the best in the region. It wasnt a bad sight, and would be much nicer post rains: the dozens of chaiwallahs and stores around was an eyesore though and for me, they have ruined the place. Back in Mussoorie, we had dinner and then headed to Dehradun station for our overnight train to Kathgodam

Day 6: Bhimtal, Naukachiatal, Mukteshwar

At Kathgodam station, we hired an Alto cab for the next four days we were in the Kumaon region. Half an hours' drive from Kathgodam is the biggest lake in the region, Bhimtal. As the name suggests, there is a temple dedicated to Bhim near the lake. The surrounding hills are barren though and there is a lot of construction activity around, which doesnt make for a great view. We had a nice Maggi breakfast by the lake and got a tour in a rowboat.



More scenic is the closeby Naukachital (meaning the lake with nine corners), which has little habitation around. We took a paddle boat round the lake for a bit, and then drove on to Mukteshwar. We were staying at the Mountain Trail, which had nice views, good food and service, and a well stacked library, which served us well as it poured all afternoon and we stayed indoors.

Day 7: Mukteshwar Temple, Ranikhet

Our cab guy had taken the previous day's money, and sure enough, didnt show up today. Moral of the story: always keep a certain amount unpaid. After spending an hour to find a replacement cab, we visited the Mukteshwar temple. A local guide showed us around and introduced us to the plants and trees in the area. There was some rappelling and rock climbing going on at the adjacent overhanging cliffs, also called chauli-ki-jali. We then drove onto Ranikhet: if there was a dreary mountain road, it would be this: bad stretches of road, barren landscape, no views. I was beginning to wonder why was Ranikhet so sought after. I got my answer soon as the barren land gave way to gorgeous pine forest. We passed the picturesque cantonment area onto our hotel, the Holm Farm.



One of the best places I have stayed at. 100+ year property, few rooms, all differently designed (ours was the best, the Elizabeth suite), view of Trishul and Nandadevi from each room, a cliffside tennis court, owner's bungalow in the adjacent plot, 2 kilometres of unpaved road leading to the farm. Perfect place to laze around, and enjoy the food and views. Or if you want some activity, as I did, trek up the Chaubatia garden, through a secluded path through the forests.

Day 8: Gethia



We left Ranikhet after breakfast and reached Gethia, a small town half an hour from Nainital, and checked into the Two Chimneys Lodge, recently covered by Outlook Traveler as the best new lodge in the Himalayas. And I'd say rightly so. The place was on the main road, and the views nothing to write home about, but the property scored very high on aesthetics. Meals were by the pool, evening beer on the machan. All rooms had a distinct feel to it, with names like "study", "goat shed" etc. We had got an upgrade to a suite. I'd rate the Holm Farm higher due to the view and location, but this one was Jyoti's favorite. And still is, inspite of the fact that we encountered a snake (I think it was a cobra) while chilling out at "Lands end", a sit out by the cliff. A vacation is supposed to mean no television (dont watch it in any case), but I couldnt miss Sachin's only IPL century. For a moment, I'd rather have been in Mumbai (Wankhede) than Kumaon. There wasnt much to do in the area: we lazed around, did some reading, played some scrabble.

Day 9: Nainital, onto Corbett



Post breakfast, we drove on to Nainital. Crowded again, but still very pretty. I'd say a lot of new hill stations have come up in the past few years, but the old favorites, though getting overcrowded, are definitely prettier if only you could visit in the slow season. We did some rowing on the lake and then headed to Corbett national park. The descent from Nainital towards Kaladhungi and then driving through the sal forests towards Ramnagar was awesome.


Day 10: Safari time

We had booked well in advance to be on the Dhikala (the best of the zones in the park) morning safari. We saw a herd of 10-12 elephants, but no luck with the tiger though. The canter took us deep into the jungle upto the Dhikala Forest House (this is the place to stay to really enjoy the forest and for the best chance of sighting early morning or close to sunset) and back. It didnt seem that the guides were even trying to hear calls or track footprints. In the evening we took a jeep safari to the Durgadevi zone. I'd say this is a scam. In 2 hours, we barely saw 3-4 deer. I cant imagine there would be tigers in that zone. We saw dozens of sambhar, barking deers, spotted door on the main highway back from the safari. While not the best place to spot a tiger, the Corbett jungle is a treat in itself. We then headed to Ramnagar station to board our train to Delhi, and then took the early flight back home to Bombay, reaching in time for office.

If only I could venture out like this every alternate month!