30 August 2014
Few years ago I had to return back halfway without seeing
this waterfall due to paucity of time. I was back again after several years.
This time I was with my wife, daughter, my brother and my cousin Abhiram.
From the main road, a mud road goes down to the village. I
was not sure whether the road was good enough for my car. Not inclined to take
any risk. I parked the car next to the main road. My daughter, a leach hater had
clearly told that she was not going to walk if she found any leach. To our luck
there weren’t any; at least at the beginning of the walk. It was little surprising
as the rains were pounding for the past few days.
Walking was easy as we were continuously going down the
valley. After about a km we had almost reached the bottom of the valley which
finally brought us to a house. The gentleman in the house informed us that we
had reached the wrong place. We need to climb back a little distance and then take
a deviation towards the next house.
I reached the next house to meet little unfriendly people.
First they asked whether we were from the big city of “abcde”. When I said that
we were from Sagar, they seemed little relieved though their faces were still
tight. Then my wife and daughter appeared and the inmates of the house were
convinced that we were decent people.
|Rock (or a stone bridge!!) blocking the waterfall|
But their unfriendly attitude continued. We were asked to
pay money to reach the waterfall. Since the falls was in their plantation, we
had no option. I had no problem in giving money but I did not like their
attitude. Anyway, we continued walking down but now in the plantation.
After about 10 minutes we were near the waterfall. By now,
the drizzling had turned into downpour. It was hard to find a place which provided
nice view of the waterfalls. A big rock was blocking its view from the front.
And we could not walk deeper into water due to strong currents. It was a nice
waterfall though. While my daughter and my wife found a good place to sit and
play with water, we wandered all around the place.
After coming back, I had a talk with the people in the
house. They opened up a bit and talked freely. It seemed that they were fed up
with the kind of people coming from nearby city. Broken beer bottles in their
plantation supported their views.
We had climbed down nearly 700 feet and now we felt the heat
while climbing up. Lot of encouraging words was required to push my daughter to
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