The Gypsy headed towards the park exit gate. The evening breeze was chilly. It was almost too dark to shoot, and I decided to put away the camera. As I reached towards my bag, I happened to look left. And thought I was dreaming. A sub-adult male tiger lay on a forest wall. He looked at me and silently asked me, "Leaving so soon"?
Prologue
I was out on a big cat shooting roadtrip. Had driven to Tadoba from Bangalore, and Tadoba didn’t disappoint (
http://www.team-bhp.com/forum/travel...ng-tadoba.html). Spent a few days doing morning and afternoon safaris, roughing it out and staying in tents. It was now time to drive north to Ranthambore in Rajasthan for the second leg of my journey.
Out for a walk
Ranthambore, zone 3. Old hunting lodge in the backdrop, and a serpent eagle in the foreground
Catwalk
I used a shortcut from Moharli (Tadoba) to hit the Chandrapur-Nagpur highway, and then took the Nagpur bypass to head towards Pench. I had skipped breakfast, so was feeling hungry. Had a 950 km drive planned, so needed to keep my energy reserves high. I didn’t want to waste too much time eating, so I picked up bananas and oranges for breakfast. Also found a leftover chocolate that I hadn’t finished during the Bangalore-Tadoba drive. Chocolates are great for giving an energy boost.
I love the Pench stretch of NH7. When I drive to Kanha or Satpura National Park, I usually halt at Rukhad MPTDC (in the buffer zone of of Pench) for the night. This time I gave the resort just a passing glance as I kept on driving. Pench has the highest prey density among the national parks in India, but I ave seldom seen animals on the busy highway. This time was no exception. The road – especially the ghat stretch - was better than I had expected. I made good time till Lakhnadon, and turned left on NH26.
The route: Tadoba - Nagpur – Lakhnadon – Narsinghpur – Sagar – Jhansi – Shivpuri – Kuno Sanctuary - Sheopur – Sawai Madhopur.
Day 1: 968 km
I knew the roads till Jhansi, but didn’t know what to expect after that. The plan was to stay overnight at Kuno Sanctuary and reach Ranthambore the next morning. But since I started late from Tadoba, I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to make it to Kuno-Palpur in time.
Called up Madhya Pradesh Tourism. Yes, they had a room available in their Kuno resort. I always prefer staying in or near a forest, than staying in some city. So Shivpuri was out, and I would try and make it to Kuno.
I made good time till the UP border. Then the number of cows increased by 10x, the number of humans increased by 2x, and my speed reduced by 0.4x. Reached Jhansi around 4.45 pm and took a left towards Shivpuri. The Jhansi – Shivpuri stretch was 4 laned, and I made better time than expected. Google Devi told me to take a certain route through Shivpuri, but I am wary of her sadism – she sometimes recommends 10-feet wide roads passing through the most crowded parts of the city. I took an executive decision and went a few kms extra to reach AH-47 and bypass the town.
Now, the MPTDC resort manager had said something strange: “Yes, we can even arrange food for you”. As if food was a special request. Time to call the manager again and ask a few more questions. He was in Shivpuri, so wouldn’t be at the resort. But he had told the caretaker to arrange roti and vegetables. No, I couldn’t get chicken. If I wanted eggs, I would have to bring them. So be it.
The road had become dark and empty once I passed the Shivpuri outskirts. I slowed down when I passed a couple of hamlets, but I couldn’t see any sign of a chicken shop. Finally I asked a couple of folks when passing through Pohari, and was guided to a dark bus stand. About 100m inside a huge field, there was a light burning. ‘Videshi Sharab Ka Dukaan’. Apparently that shop also sold eggs. I slowly cruised into the huge, empty parking lot. Didn’t want to stop in front of the shop for various reasons (the Fortuner attracts attention, I had KA number plates, quite a few folks were drunk and tottering around in front of the shop), so I parked 50 feet away, locked the car and walked inside the shop like any other local guy. Picked what I wanted - yes, boiled eggs too.
After Pohari the road entered the forest. Now, I had been told not to take the direct forest road through Kuno Palpur, but I am always a sucker for short cuts, and besides I wanted to experience the Kuno forests. I rolled down the windows and reduced speed, hoping to encounter a leopard or two. The road was empty, I could only see the winding black tarmac stretching like a serpent in front. I hadn’t seen a vehicle for 20 minutes, when I noticed two guys standing beside the road. They had a bike with them. They waved at me, asking me to stop. No way. I flashed my lights and drove past. Good that I did so. Later in Sawai Madhopur, a local NGO person told me that there were a couple of dacoit gangs operating in that forest stretch. And I thought that all dacoits in that region had been wiped out (or had become politicians) 15 years back!
Saw a dead fox, a roadkill. Reached Kuno with any more interesting encounters, human or animal. Started driving slowly, looking out for some MPTDC sign. In the dim light of a flickering street lamp, I saw a dilapidated MPTDC signboard with an arrow pointing towards a dark dirt road. There was no human around, and I wasn’t sure whether this was the place. Anyway, no harm done if I waste 5 minutes. So I turned the car and went on that dirt track.
The track went on for 100m. Darkness all around. Then after a turn, I saw this old whitewashed haveli. Straight out of a ghost movie. I was half expecting a beautiful lady wearing white to come out and greet me. I honked. And honked again after 1 minute. A flicker of light on the left, about 100 feet away. I hadn’t noticed that there was a small cottage. A guy came out, saying “I am coming, wait”.
The caretaker was a young chap. He took put a bunch of keys and opened the haveli. There were just two rooms. When he showed me a room, I thought I had gone back a 100 years. High ceiling, heavy drapes, musty smell, tiled bathroom with a washbasin (or shower or heater), anteroom, old furniture, a huge bed. Anyway, there was no other option but to stay here. I would have to risk the insects and snakes and friendly/not so friendly chudails. I took my luggage inside the room and plonked down on an old sofa. I was about to open a bottle of soda, when I saw two heads peering through the drapes. The caretaker’s helpers - seemed to be his cousins – were curious to see which mad guy had come alone in the night, to stay at a place where almost no one stays. Anyway, they were friendly chaps. If I had sensed bad vibes, I would have just walked out of that place on some pretext.
Got hot chapatti and veggies for dinner. The egg adventure was a failure. I had bought boiled eggs from that shop (they looked like normal eggs in the dim light), and they tasted horrible when cooked.
While eating, I asked the caretaker about Kuno Palpur sanctuary. He said that yes, I can take my own vehicle inside the next morning for a safari. I asked him about local wildlife. He said that wolves can be seen from time to time on the riverbank (there was a river 100m from where I had turned towards the tourist lodge). Jackals were common. And one tiger that had strayed from Ranthambore (it migrated to Kuno from Ranthambore), actually hung around the tourist lodge for a few days, before the forest department folks pushed it to the core area of the sanctuary.
I told him that I woud start at 6.15 am for the sanctuary (the gate was 15+ km away), and I wanted one of the guys to accompany me. He seemed excited, and said he would come with me. So that was that. It would be good to let Bison – my 4x4 Fortuner – get some exercise on forest tracks.
We reached the sanctuary entrance gate around 6.45 next morning. A little about Kuno (or Palpur Kuno) Wildlife Sanctuary: this is the place that has been identified for re-establishing lions outside Gir. This sanctuary has also been found suitable for reintroduction of cheetahs. That is why I was so keen to experience this place.
A small digression: Many years back the local maharaja had introduced a few lions in the Kuno area. But one lion vanished, and the remaining were killed by the local tigers. Now the only tigers in Kuno are the ones that have migrated from Ranthambore, so the lions and cheetahs have a better chance of survival. There are also plans to relocate the villages outside the park.
The forest guards were helpful. I had to wait for a couple of minutes while the guy in charge brushed his teeth. Then he washed his hands, and took out the register book. I needed to pay vehicle entry fee and guide fee. He asked for my details, and painstakingly filled out the entry form. All the while I was getting super impatient. For the last 5 minutes I had been hearing the warning call of a langur, which meant that there was some big cat around. I asked the forest guy, he casually said that there was a pair of leopards close by. By the time I was ready to start driving, the alarm calls had stopped
I made my caretaker friend sit at the back, and used the navigator’s seat to keep my camera gear (I carried a pillow from the tourist lodge to support the long lens, otherwise the lens mount would have got stressed if I had kept the camera and lens on the bare seat). After going a few hundred metres we again heard the langur warning calls. I decided to go off the main track (after checking with the caretaker – he was pretty familiar with the guards as well as with the sanctuary roads). Went inside for almost a kilometer through an overgrown trail. The grass on the trail was 3 feet high in places, and I had to drive carefully looking out for big rocks and hidden dips. Waited in multiple places with the engine switched off. Soft sunlight, the dew shining on the grass, the twittering of birds, the wet forest smell, the nip in the air. But the vegetation was doo dense to sight the leopards. Disappointed, I turned the vehicle with some difficulty, and came back to the main trail. Decided to drive to the forest rest house near Kuno River (the guard had said that there was a slim chance that we might see one of the ex-Ranthambore tigers near the river).
A few shots from Kuno, taken with the mobile phone camera
Riverbank
Old fort beside the river
Forest track
Stalking the leopards
Rock formation
No tiger. No leopard. But jackals, chinkaras (Indian gazelle), and a species even rarer than the tiger – the red-headed vulture, a critically endangered species. I had driven down to the river bed, and was admiring the view, when I saw a cow kill (probably killed by a leopard) a hundred feet away. Then we noticed a few vultures sitting on trees that line the river bank. Some careful stalking on foot and vehicle helped in coming close for some tight shots.
Day of the jackal
Jungle cat
The critically endangered red-headed vulture aka Indian king vulture
On the way back, I saw a jungle cat. Initially I didn’t pay attention because I thought it was a rabbit playing on the road (it was 200 feet away). BY the time I realized it was a small cat and stopped the vehicle, it vanished into the undergrowth. I did get a couple of shots, but there were intervening leaves. I had to use manual focus to get the photos.
Chinkara (Indian gazelle)
Shot through undergrowth. A challenging test for camera focus tracking.
Grey francolins out for a morning walk
I was getting late for Ranthambore. Went back to the resort, had a quick (and cold!) bath, paid the bill and headed towards the MP-Rajasthan border on the beautiful forest road.
