“Those who travel to
mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with
oblivion.”
― Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind: A History of a Fascination
― Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind: A History of a Fascination
Munsiyari, which means a ‘place
with snow’, had been on my travel agenda for quite a while. I had heard a lot
about the views from Munsiyari and I had kept it stored in my mind as one of
the places I wanted to visit when I had the time. The only thing stopping me
was the amount of traveling I had to do to reach Munsiyari as it is about 270
kilometers from Kathgodam. I am a bad mountain traveler and a long drive
through the meandering mountain roads do not do my stomach too much of a favor.
Anyway, on the 22nd
of October, on the night of Karwa Chauth, I and two friends set out for
Munsiyari. We had booked tickets on the Ranikhet Express which leaves Delhi
late at night and we were soon asleep getting some sleep before the real journey
started. We were in Kathgodam by 5 AM. Dressed in shorts and t-shirts the first
sensation was that of early morning chill. Suitably adding on sweaters we were
soon on our way, in the Innova that we had booked in advance.
We stopped for tea somewhere
before Bhimtal and watched the colors of dawn spread over the sky. We did not
know it then, but for the next week or so this watching the sun-rise and
sun-set was to be the one habit that we were going to follow, abandoning our
urban habit of staying late in bed. The habit was to have its own reward, as we
were to find out soon. We stopped by between Almora and Dhaulchina to watch the
mist in the valley below. The early morning heat had steamed the waters of Ram Ganga
which hung like mist over the valley. At the height we were in, it looked like
the tree-tops were floating in mid-air. There was nothing in front of us,
except a blank white carpet, pock-marked with the tops of conifers, Oaks and
pines.
We stopped for a late breakfast
at Dhaulchina. Over a sumptuous meal of Gobhi and Aloo paranthas, spicy omelets,
coffee and fresh oranges we surveyed the mountains with all the eagerness that
you expect on the first day of a long journey. The mountains were green and the
air was crisp and fresh. We made up our conversations around some of the
beautiful cottages that we passed on the way… all places that we wanted to buy
or take on lease to start a ‘resort’ of our own. We stopped by a gentle stream
and sat and soaked our feet in the cold waters listening to the cacophony of
birds in the bushes. Autumn was around us and we were dazzled by the foliage
which was an ensemble of red and orange, interspersed with great tracts of
unending green.
In about 5 hours of leisurely
driving, having crossed the green waters of Seraghat, we were there at the
famous Udiyari Bend, where our first stop Chaukori was just a few kilometers
away. We stopped for a lunch of Maggi and Omelet and feasted on oranges and
apples that we had stocked up on. The Panchachuli and other peaks were already
visible in the close proximity but the clouds were playing truant, We checked
into the KMVN Chaukori. The cottages were neat and reasonably well-maintained.
This was the season of flowers and there were roses and marigolds blooming
everywhere. Bees and butterflies swarmed the green lawns and it was bliss to
sit on the wooden bench with a steaming cup of tea in hand watching time go by.
Soon, we were up and running, exploring
the sleepy hamlet. The tea garden was dead and the tea factory a glorious ruin.
There were cherry trees in bloom and the pace of the place almost like a frozen
painting. We befriended a young shepherd boy who showed us around the forest
and water holes where animals and birds often show up. We stopped, had a small
picnic, experimented with tea-stalls and made up activities to while away the
time. The clouds played hide-and-seek with us, showing glimpses of the peaks
but not revealing them completely. We watched the glorious sunset which had
become our staple diet and went indoors to watch the peaks from the warmth of
our beds. We were advised by the staff and the police to stay inside the
complex as a leopard had killed a cow a few days back in the vicinity of the
resort and was expected to be on the prowl. We stayed in.
Next day, after an early
breakfast we set out for Munsiyari. On the way we crossed Thal and stopped by
the brilliant green waters of the Ram Ganga where we bathed to our heart’s
content. It was one of the most picturesque river-sides that you can imagine
and it was deserted, but for the three of us. The journey kept getting more and
more interesting. We crossed beautiful waterfalls and hair-pin bends till
suddenly we were in Birthi. Birthi is a spectacular waterfall and just a 5-10
minute walk from the road. We ordered lunch at the KMVN Birthi and set out for
a second bath of the day. The sheer drop of the water was mind-numbing and the
water was freezing cold. Again, there was no one around but us. With careful
steps we walked down to the base of the waterfall, under a spectacular rainbow
that the spray had conjured for us. We screamed and shouted and bathed in the
lovely cold waters and in the pool at the base of the fall. India is so
beautiful and it has such lovely places which, thankfully, remain off-limits
for the casual traveler.
After the bath and a quick lunch
we were in the last part of our journey. The 30 odd kilometers from Birthi to Munsiyari
is a scary one-lane drive. Slowly our Innova trudged its way past sheer cliffs
and thousand feet drops to Kalamuni Pass. There we stopped for our customary
tea and paid a short visit to the MahaKali temple. By now, the Panchachuli
seemed a stone’s throw away almost within our reach. By the time we reached
Munsiyari, marveling and stopping at every waterfall and stream, by every green
bugyal and grove of conifers, it was already darkening. We stopped and booked a
room at Milam Inn and we were glad of this decision. It was a well-maintained
resort with a great view and lovely food. The service too was top class. We
watched the sunset from our balcony lording over a grand view of the
Panchachuli range till night slowly settled in on the sleepy hamlet.
The next day we set out for the
Khuliya top. Khuliya top is a 7-8 km trek (one way) that takes you to the very
top (3700 m) of Munsiyari. It is a trek through the green forest in a trail
where you are likely to meet few people, if any. In the company of invisible
green goblins and singing birds you cross over near the Balati Potato farm,
past a gentle stream and walk straight in to the trail that takes you to
Khuliya. Being unfit for any strenuous activity I panted and made heavy weather
of the beautiful trek. My friends had a great time, and we were in no hurry.
The sun had warmed us and we had a guide to carry our packed lunches and
woolens. As we climbed the view became more and more stunning and the forest cover
thinned out till we were in the grasslands, above the tree line. I, being
seriously obese, paused about 2 kilometers before the final summit along with
our driver (who had accompanied us) but the others went ahead. We had a lunch
of Paranthas and sandwiches along with hot coffee and cold water from a running
stream. I lay down in the grass and slept with a magnificent view in all
directions. My friends had an even more eventful time where they played, like
kids, in the green bugyal amidst strangely shaped rocks, marveling at the
beauty of nature… kings on top of the world. By the time we were back it was
almost evening. This is a trek I will advise almost everybody. Do not go by my
inability to finish the trek… most people can and will. Even if they do not,
the journey and views are too enjoyable and spectacular to miss.
Munsiyari offered us more pleasant
diversions. The Nanda Devi temple was beautifully spiritual. No one but us (if
you like temples, but not crowds then this is for you) in a small temple,
nestled in the shadows of the mighty Himalayan peaks, amidst wild flowers and a
green grassy bugyal, the temple was spirituality personified. Just sitting on
the balcony spying on the local folk and chasing birds was pleasant enough.
On the way back we stopped the
night at Dhaulchina and had a most fantastic breakfast later on a green grass lawn
amidst a host of roses, marigolds and Chrysanthemums. There were trekking
trails everywhere and the views were all special. Everything was a picture
post-card worth framing and the food and hospitality warm and memorable. My
phone was switched off mostly (network, unfortunately, was never a problem). We
picked fruits off trees and sat in green farmlands for long hours watching the
silent mountains and far-off valleys.
As
Bertrand
Russell wrote in The Conquest of Happiness, “To be able to fill
leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very
few people have reached this level”. If you want to walk to the very edge of
the horizon, finding peace in the quietness of the mountains among warm and happy
people, Munsiyari is the place where you must walk the trail.
Soon somebody out there will build easier roads or maybe create a helipad making such far-off places more accessible to the general public. Man will change things which need little improvement. Go there before you find malls and ice-cream parlors everywhere in places where a drink straight from the mountain stream suffices today.