Day 3: 29th June 2008.
Wasting no time, We undertook the complimentary visit to the Stanmore owned Tea-Factory. The manager demonstrated us the various processes and quality checks making us realise the pain of converting a simple tea-leaf into a tasty final product. The manager tastes not less than 6 grades of tea almost every hour.
I cognized, how gifted i am to be in Software Testing.
The clock seemed to be ticking very fast, that when We caught an auto for local visit the time was well past 2:30 in the afternoon. We were accompanied by the care-taker as the place we were visiting was supposed to be very risky and dangerous to life. After a long drive in the drenching pour, the auto was challenging the roads good enough (only) for trekking. The viewpoint has to be taken only via a private property and the auto guy knew the tricks and trades in evading every objecting human in the privately owned and well guarded tea estates. We could hardly keep our hands from the appetizing oranges that were grown all along the orbit.
We had to stop atlast, almost hiding the auto in the bushes from prying eyes and walked to the view point. The drenching never seemed to be interrupted cutting the pace and forcing us walk bare-foot. Words can never describe (my photos dont, either) the display at the viewpoint only for the mist to play spoilsport. We waited almost 30 minutes at the edges and caught glimpses of the amazing, astonishing, astounding, staggering and exciting visual it had to offer. It was byfar the best place I have ever ever seen in my life, not the United of the States, not the Singapore, not the Hongkong, not the Langkawi, no other experience came even closer to what I was witnessing.
The spectator to ~6 waterfalls on the opposite cliff-range, heavy forests, roaring wind, the distant Kerala dam, the befogging pregnant and pouring clouds, standing on slippery surface and the fear of plonking down +1000ft can never be expressed in words, it can only be felt. I could find myself lie down on the surface yelling and shouting, not wanting to loose the visual. The yelling brought some of the tribal people out of their houses in the forest below - We were informed that close to 40 families live in the forest below growing their own vegetation never wanting to come to towns even when the TN govt offered each family 5 lakh rupees. (If I lived there, I would have never accepted the offer either). Surprisingly their kids are an educated lot, one of them on the course of becoming an engineer and another having just passed IAS examinations.
My wife and other folks managed to pull me away from the place lest my mind be lost forever, the next 5 mins saw us race through leeches, about 20 of them in one square foot. I forgot how soon we got back, having lost myslef to the visual presentation. We visited a Siddhi Vinayagar temple built by Birla, with the idol carved out of a single marble and almost 6-7 feet in height. The journey continued to a place supposedly falling only behind Cherrapunji in recording the most rainfall received in India, a place called "ChinnaKallar". The drive was again through dense forests, with the place abode to a gushing river visited by elephants more than humans. We were surprised to see some houses and a post office in the midst of the woodland. We were not allowed to reach the river by the locals and were restricted only to a hanging bridge running across the river, made of logs and swinging wildly on every step.
We rushed back since it was way past 6PM and a threatening environment. As the luck would have it, the auto refused to start since the CDI coil was soaked in the water splashing from the roads, and fear surmounted everyone. The auto guy tried everything at his disposal but the auto refused to start demanding a rigorous workout, coming to life after meters of pushing on inclines. We hardly moved 2-3kms before it shut off again, the almost km length workouts never seemed enough - the auto wouldnt budge, with mechanic atleast 10 km and 40 mins away. After franatic calls from the auto guy, his workshop folks were on their way - ETA 45 mins. The confidence in me started slowly dripping with options to either take the risk of walking in the forest 3 kms back to the riverplace or become sitting ducks for wanderings in the wilderness.
Twenty minutes linger when a call is returned to enquire if the help is still needed, in the silence that prevailed the voice on the other side could easily be heard by every creature in the forest. Realising that it could take much longer than expected, we tried pushing the auto again which surprisingly came back to life enabling us to move on, not for long. Nature decided to play chess with us marshaling a Bison to the middle of the road facing the auto. The auto guy was sensible enough to stop atleast 30 meters ahead but lost cool and honked - surprisingly the Bison made only a few steps ahead, gave a stare and defended its position. Minutes dissolve like years, before the auto guy makes the wrong move (despite my waul)- honk ceaselessly - this time the Bison switched gears and moved forward at a fast pace. Luckily the auto was still alive and we were able to reverse a long way quickly - the bison stopped, stared and waded through the forest. We waited for some more minutes to ensure the bison cannot traverse to our path and zoomed off.
When all the tensions seemed to wade away, i felt something sarcoid in my left arm - must be some insect i thought and quickly scraped it off. We stopped for buying quality tea and honey at a local shop when the shop owner pointed to the oozing blood from my arm - making me realise the insect was bigger and softer and was a leech (or leeches). Wifey got very worried and administered first-aid, despite everyone telling her the leech bite is not harmful (talk of oozing blood and not being harmful). After shopping and hearing umpteen stories from the shop and auto guys on leeches, leopards, bisons and elephants We managed to reach the guesthouse 30 minutes past 9PM, slog food and surrender to slumber.
Return: 30th June 2008
Despite me insisting to prolong the stay for one more day, Wifey forced us to start the return journey. After settling the bills, and many thanks, gifts to the Chef (not simply a cook) and Care-Taker, We set on our return journey and reached Bangalore way past midnight.
The return journey had no special episodes until we reached Kanakapura - when a man dead set on dying on the road flew from the right side of the road to the left just as we crossed a pot-hole and managed to hit 40kph. Stood on brakes with nowhere to go - one side infested with speeding bus and another with boulders, any mistake costing the man atleast a limb and probably costing our lives. Surprisingly the moron hopped very fast like a kangaroo and escaped by mm's from SwiftDy's left. I saw him still running like his back was on fire and sense prevailed not to stop for hurling any abuse at him.
Reached home at about 1:30AM 1st morning for the odo to read 962 kms, during the return journey filled the tank somewhere after Chamaraj Nagar and SwiftDy returned almost the same mileage during the onward journey - 20.7 kpl.
Photos were taken with the little manual override in my digital p.s., and with high ISO settings to compensate for the f-stop and gloom.
And excuse me for the shoddy crop, done in office with little time and mspaint.