15-01-2011: We actually tossed for the drive, heads we go to Koteswar, tails we go to the Kala Dungar and the White Desert, tails won and we were off at 10 AM. The hotel staff were curious, why are we starting so late, early morning most of the tourist would be off before 9 AM, while we start thinking of breakfast at 9!!!
The GPS tells us to head towards Khavda, we pass the AFS station, the roads are recently tarred and smooth, after 20 kms we take a right turn and the road turns bad, surprising how they missed the 30 KM stretch to the BSF border where you need to take permits. A few KM's on we come across the board "The Tripic of Cancer is passing from here", every one screams stop, we want photos. We reach the BSF check post at 1130, park behind a row of busses, taxis, cars and even autos, all headed in the same direction, a sentry asks us to go inside and talk to the officer.
Pandemonium inside, drivers, tourists, touts, BSF officers some in uniform some not, lots of shouting and jostling; looked like the BSF guys there are not used to handling crowds. I stand outside queue, looking at me an officer got up quickly came to me and said, "Sir, do you need help", the crowd goes quiet for a moment. This happens to me at many places, looking at my bald trim figure (I would like to think so), people think either I'm with the police/ military or some law enforcement agency, at traffic signals cops salute me and crowds try to keep away from me. I told him I need a permit, he takes a form from under the table (the forms are for some mysterious purpose hidden away which was the cause of confusion), "Sir, Isko Barna Padega, aap army....", I deliberatrly grunt a non-commital "hhhhmmmm", he perceives it as a "yes" takes me outside the hut!!!! Can you blame me if someone misunderstands?
He explains the procedure, fill the form, get photocopies of id for myself, wife and children above 15 years age!!!! Yes, school ID card would do, but it's a must. I told him I have only mine and wife's ID card, he says OK... OK, and points me to the way we came, there's a Village 1 KM down with copy facility. We drive back, the only photocopy shop is doing brisk business, again jostling crowds.. somehow we get the copies, go to the Chowki again, the same officer help me out to get the works done quickly. We had to pay a total of Rs.450/- for permits etc., I think after 26th, this would be reduced to half!!!
Copy of permit and receipt....
The drive to Dhordo village, 30 kms was good, road recently done up and desolate. After Dhordo, the next stop is at the Rann Utsav venue, Tent city, where they check the vehicles thoroughly for food stuffs and anything in disposable plastic bags, we bundle stuff and leave it for safe keeping. Next, BSF checks the permit and you enter the Rann and stare at nothingness in the horizon, Utube video here:
As yo drive the white horizon comes closer and you understand why it's so rivetting. You stop the car at the car park and walk into the White Desert.......
Met a very knowledgable gent manning a stall created for the festival, had time to kill while wife and boys went shopping in the stalls. Story goes that the great Sage Dhoramnath (he could destroy whatever he looked at) wanted to create a Banni (grassland) for the people and looked at the sea / salt / marsh land which burned away resulting in a grassland. Geologists say this is a sedementation of Indus river which flowed through Rann at one time. About 30000 people live here, 5500 families in 34 villages; comprises of Ahir dairy farmers, (claim to come from Lord Krishna) Rabaris, Muslims and others.
I ask him if there's any communal trouble, he says smilingly in broken hindi, "you city folks have time for that, we are too busy fighting for existance, we co-operate to live in this harsh land". Said he is a Mutwa, a prominant Muslin clan, basically cattle farmers. The salt sands shift over a period of time based on water inflows, the grazing fields have come down over years, cattle breeding is difficult now, most of the money comes from women working on embroidery on cloth. They specialize in mirror work, he shows an intricately worked 2 meter pieces worth 13K, 3 women worked on it for 8 months!!!!! In the distance he showed a shimmering spectare in the white desert, that factory produces Bromine, they suck up the water on the ground, the White Desert has receded 4-5 kms and will move back if this continues. There are 2-3 companies in the areas producing marine chemical products like bromine, potasssum sulphate and magnesium oxide and have locked horns with each other for the salt pans as raw materials... the bane of industrialization.
You'd also see photos where cars were stuck and tractors were used to pull them out, you can see pieces of wood in a picture, only that morning a 2X4 Safari had got mired. You'd also see a photo where the white / salty crust has broken and water is visible underneath, this is a booby trap for vehicles!!! The local lads manning the car parks had lots of stories like this....
Well.. back to the White Desert, I'd let the photos speak.
I skipped an important item: The temp was below 5, cold as hell!!!
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