Even professional cricketers get a break, be it a rest-day, a drinks-break, or at least a time-out. But we are even luckier, because our rest-day happens in beautiful places like the Binsar forest reserve.
We wanted to sleep in late, but our body clock pushed us out of bed before 6.00 am. Since our room faces west, there was no chance of seeing a sunrise over the valley, but we sat inside next to the big windows and enjoyed our morning cuppa.
The Simba Lodge, and maybe other places inside this remote wildlife sanctuary as well, seemed to have two constraints. One was that there was no running hot water in the bathrooms. For a hot bath you would have to holler and get delivered a bucket of hot water from the solar heater setup. Secondly, the prices of food were exorbitant. A plate of toast-butter-jam was Rs 100/-, and two boiled eggs Rs 130/-. I mean, it would be a proud chicken who would live to see her children do so well in life.
We shared a poha breakfast in the morning, which was very well-made.
Zero point of Binsar:
In most of the hill stations in Uttarakhand, there is a zero point, which is a high point from which the Himalayan peaks are visible. The peaks that can be seen depend on the location, but the concept remains the same. Zero point of Binsar, was a drive of a further 4 kms along the same broken road, followed by a 2 km trek. Some people do it early morning in order to watch the sunrise from there, but you know us. We like our bods in our beds.
So we left after breakfast around 9.30 am. Driving up was still through the super-narrow roads, with the opposing cars playing chicken, but it was standard road roughness, not the moon-crater level of yesterday. By mistake we overshot the small parking area and landed up in a clearing, looking up at a board that said: ‘At this Dak Bunglow, Swami Vivekananda spent three nights in 1899, before proceeding to Ramadhura’. Well, that’s something, isn’t it?
Dak bungalow ☝️
We retraced our steps to the correct point, parked our car in the 3-car space and walked through a small gate to one of the most beautiful walks ever. The rocky yet level path, dappled in light and shade, wound through the hillside, through forests of juniper and rhododendrons. April is the season for rhododendrons, and they were out in full bloom, the red blossoms brightening up the forest through and through. Every bend in the road was a photo op.