Binsar and the Kumaon Himalayas – I : Lakes and Landscapes

A few trips to Garhwal Himalayas in the past years had pretty much convinced me that the region is as close to the heavens as it can get. When gliding down swiftly on snow-filled ski slopes of Auli, the views of Nanda Devi far away in the east and the deep ravines of Alaknanda to the north form a contrast that effectively render the scale of the mighty Himalayas into the mind. In the years after my initial rendezvous with Garhwal, I have explored the length of the Indian Himalayas on journeys that have taken me through Ladakh, Zanskar, Pir Panjal, Khangchendzonga ranges and the mountains of Arunachal. They all have awed me to no end, each of them unique and standing distinctly on their own, each peak effusing its unique character with pride.

In all these years, I was clearly aware of my itineraries keeping out Kumaon – Garhwal’s cousin to its south. The region comes with sufficient fame to its name, with the hill stations that have charmed the rulers in the days of the Raj to snowy peaks and glaciers that have attracted the adventure oriented today. Not to forget the legendary Jim Corbett who spent most of his life wandering the foothills of Kumaon with his endearment to nature and wildlife, and at the same time being saviour of the natives from the curse of man eaters. A sense of curiosity and respect for this region has always lurked in a corner of my mind, leaving a growing intent to visit and know its mountainous terrain. Milam and Pindari glaciers, Nainital and Ranikhet, the green and calm lakes of Bhimtal and Naukuchiatal, Binsar and Munsiyari are just some of the names that I have heard time and again in travel stories that have kept me fascinated. When I received an invite from Club Mahindra to visit Binsar, there was no thinking left, but to just accept.

The Lakes

Alighting Ranikhet Express in Kathgodam on the way to Binsar, it is evident that we are up to something beautiful. Foothills rise abruptly from the edge of the last train station, adorning thick greenery on their slopes. Rising peaks, dipping temperatures and pleasant wind welcome us into their territory as we drive up the hills, leaving the town and the clear waters of Golu River behind.

The first surprise greets us as we drive past a mountain pass: Bhimtal lake suddenly appears unannounced round a bend, with the road skirting the bank of the calm and green waters of the large lake. Driving round the lake and taking a short detour from the highway, we head to Naukuchiatal Lake, our first destination for the day. The largest and deepest lake in the region, it derives its name from the nine corners that confine its waters. From the edge of the lake where I stand, only few of those nine corners are visible, as the lake stretches away from me and disappears into a bend on the opposite end. Green hills surrounding the lake keep the wind at bay, letting the still waters of the lake reflect the encircling greenery. As I sit and scan the length of the lake, a loudening trotting sound makes me aware of horses running along the lake shore. I wish to be up on the back of one of them, but our stay here is brief and we have a long way to go before we get to Binsar.

Nainital Lake
Naini Lake, Nainital

The breakfast at Club Mahindra Resort on the lake shore has us replenished from the long journey from Delhi, and gets us ready for the drive ahead. Atul, the manager at the resort tells me that people go swimming in the lake, making me wish I had more time to spend here. Adding to my longing is the news of commencement of paragliding sessions only the day before we arrived.

Boats in Nainital Lake
Tourists on boats at Naini Lake, Nainital

Images of Bhimtal and Naukuchiatal linger in the mind as we drive away. But nearby Nainital, which we visit on our way back is a complete contrast. Urban sprawl of the town dominates the hills around the lake. Hotels crowd the lake-shore and occupy every inch of free space available. The shrinking lake doubles up as sewage dump for the town, and its waters have gone dark and visibly polluted. But all that apart, there is an undeniable charm that pulls in crowds to Nainital’s lakeside town. Its foggy environs create an appeal, and the sail-boats and row-boats that spread along the lake surface give it an air of romance.

The Hills of Kumaon

Kosi River, Uttarakhand Kumaon Himalayas
Kosi River

The drive to Binsar takes us through ever-green vegetation in the lower region that gives way to pine forests and shrubbery as we go higher. A dip in temperature is apparent as we climb up. The road from Kathgodam to Almora meanders up along the bank of Kosi river (This is not the Kosi that flooded Bihar earlier this year). Its waters are clear and inviting, and is so dark green that it could very well merge into the vegetation around it. Her flow appears gentle but is deceptive. On the day we drive back from Binsar, we put ourselves to test against the flow, as we stop for lunch by a riverside restaurant and use the time to dive into river and swim against its current. Can’t think of a better way to come out refreshed.

Pine leaves

Almora’s urban sprawl almost comes as a shock after long hours of driving in the countryside seeing green mountains and only small villages that appear along the valley once in a while. We run into urbanscapes, traffic trouble and blocked roads – things that we have been trying to run away from. But it doesn’t take long to put Almora behind and enter pine forest that stretches endlessly. The scent of pine is not apparent in this early winter but a faint perfume rises in the air once in a while. Clear blue skies, tall conifers spreading along the mountains, a carpet of green grass and meandering roads – recipe for a perfect drive. Once in a while, the road rides on the high ridges revealing deep valleys on either side and giving a feel of a high as I look below. It was six good hours on the road before we made it to Binsar.

Continued in part II


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Rajasthan Travel: Jaipur with Raju

Travelling in Rajasthan in February 2008
Jaipur >> Shekhawati >> Pushkar >> Jaisalmer >> Jodhpur
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Raju is my escort in Jaipur, taking me from place to place and helping me with every little thing. It is unusual for me have someone show me around, but a friend in Delhi puts me up with Raju, and I find it convenient.

He is a thin man; it looks like he will collapse at a strong wind. He sounds a little harsh and groggy when he speaks, but behind that voice is an innocent person. He makes a living out of showing tourists around the city, and most of the time he will have someone book his services from Delhi. His rickshaw is ancient enough that it’s a wonder that it still moves. It makes an awful noise as he accelerates, as if begging to let it die in peace and be forsaken as a scrap in some dingy garage. But like everything else in India, this rickshaw too will be dragged on until the last fragment of its body comes loose and there is nothing of it left to drag further.

I try to start a conversation with Raju when I sit in his rickshaw for the first time. But the sputter of the rickshaw dissolves all sounds around it, including my voice. It is like sitting in a classroom and being commanded by a monitoring bully to stay quiet. It takes less than a minute to learn, and I give up all attempts of chatter.

But it’s good to have Raju along. He is no efficient guide who can tell me of the past and present of touristy monuments or give a scholarly lecture on Maharajas of Jaipur. But he takes me to places where they serve good Dal-Bhati-Churma and great Aloo Parathas. He knows artisans who work on the streets and sell Katputlis(puppets). He knows all the small alleys where you can find Marwari films, and tells me how Marwari is becoming a diminishing language in the state. He gives me company even in sitting quietly when I want to spend time doing nothing in a relatively empty corner of the lake that hosts JalMahal. When I try to take pictures of Black Winged Stilt wading the lake shore, he asks me inquisitive questions about the birds, making me almost feel proud about my knowledge.

Most of our conversation happens in Hindi. My fledgling Hindi is good enough to for everyday affairs, but I search for words once in a while. One of these days I tell Raju that he must learn English, and make a sales pitch telling him on the benefits of being able to cater to a global customer base. He nods in acceptance. In fact he does speak bits of English and understands what others say.

Raju had become a good friend in the four days I spent wandering the forts and ancient structures of Jaipur. On the day I left the city, we agreed to stay in touch as I offered to help him improve his English. He is kicked up but we both know distance education is not that simple. Having seen me ask inquisitive questions about Marwari language before, he offers to teach me Marwari in return. But that’s not something that kicks me up. How much ever I desire to speak ten different languages, an attempt to learn just one more in recent past has been a miserable failure.

But we have managed to keep in touch in the last few months with occasional conversations over the phone about progress of our lives. Raju now owns a brand new rickshaw and the old rickety has finally heaved a sigh of relief. Or who knows, it might have been dragged further to a miserable geriatric life by a new owner!

Posting Raju’s number here after he requested for it. He can be reached at +91 9829900473

Continued at Jaipur Old City: City Palace, Hawa Mahal and Jantar Mantar


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Friday Photo: A Potter at Work

Potters wheel