Coorg - Day 1 Part 1

The best decisions of my life have always been the ones that i've made without thinking too much. Which is why when one fatefully-boring-weekday-at-office i jumped the gun and SMSed a couple of friends that we desperately need to make a weekend trip. P jumped at the chance and i shot mails in all directions.

Before anybody could realize P had made all the bookings and arrangements, where-to-stay, how to get there.. bla bla. She even managed to strike a friendship with Shabari the most hospitable-storyTelling-sweetest host ever, while A managed to ransack every retail-cum-provision store in the neighborhood so that we had potato chips-coke for breakfast, chips-wafers-pepsi for lunch and again kurkure-coke for dinner for the full 2 days. *Sheesh* Jokes apart we had amazing coorgi delicacies thanks to our hostess.. but more on that later.

Everything happened very suddenly, and before we knew "we" ( Dee, P, A, BPS, One, S, Dash) along with our bag packs were aboard on the "traveller" we had booked at around 1030 in the night on the 27th March '09.

"we" ...


S and One enjoyed the bumpy-seat-ride throughout the trip..

Singing-sleeping-playing into the night we reached Madikeri - the capital of Coorg ( don't ask me the details, even i thought only countries and states have capitals and Coorg as far as i knew was only a small town). It was only 3.30 in the morning and our driver Manju (again don't ask) started craving for tea. So Manju, BPS, Dash, One, S and Dee got off the traveller in search of tea and accompaniment (now you-kno-what-it-is). Not only was it dark and freezing cold but the people there seemed to be practicing for F1 at an unearthly hour.. I almost got run over by a freekingly-speedy car while posing for a pic.

Another instance where BPS was almost gonna get run-over by a bus.. One is startled to death.. while S and Dee are happy enough at the prospect of being clicked at 3.30AM..!!

We reached our campsite by around 5 in the morning after a little trek in the dark coz the traveller could not be taken there. One look and all of us fell in love with the place instantaneously, even though it was pitch dark and we could hardly make out what we were gaping at..


I guess there was something in the spirit of the place that attracted us like a magnet..



















Another one at Civet Creek..


our shacks looked soo welcoming..


Tired of travel, as Shabari rightfully knew we were, she had already pitched out our tents. All we did was thank her and straightaway crashed on our cozy beds and dozed off to sleep at 6 in the morning..












theres more of Coorg to come in the future posts. so you keep reading..
-Dee