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Meghalaya Exploration - Part (2/3)


Now we move to the other corner of Khasi hills... towards Mawsynram, also the wettest place in the world. The road on this part of our journey is sort of like Dawki’s, same rolling hills but, broken bits disguised as tarmac. And no traffic. We met a minimal number of vehicles on this road.

Global illumination was soft this time as well. Crass drizzles punctuated our arrivals at various villages we passed by. 

At the edge of the cliff
As one approaches the very edge of Khasi hills, highlands erode into sheer drops hanging over the vast Sunderban plains that make up Bangladesh. This edge is, perhaps one of the most beautiful pieces of land I have seen, carved in shape of jagged knives projecting from Earth, pinstriped with roads twisting and winding as walls of solid stone and stratified rock rise perpendicular to the plane of earth. The afternoon mists obscures and uncovers lonesome crags covered with layers of moss, shrubs and trees that defy gravity to reach towards the sun. This area is leaden with silence, occasionally broken by the calls of kites and falcons that lap this hunting circuit.

It is surreal.

I stopped at an edge to look around and soak in this exercise of tranquility. I stand on a rock, completely stable, two feet ahead, cliff drops down 400 metres. Two feet to my left, a 70 degree slope down to a nameless stream, another half kilometer exercise in the vertical. Four feet right and we move to a more gradual terrain, yet even that ends up down to the basin. A shout in either direction gives reminds me of an echo chamber, with echoes of multiple intensities and timing arrive at myself.

Soo surreal.

Then comes Mawsynram itself. Like a 10 MB data pack, it starts and suddenly is over. Except for the cave. You see there is a cave near this town. The cave is big. Huge. Local attraction here is a shiv-ling in center of the mounth, though that is probably just a round headed stalagmite. The inside looks like that of a Lego box except the Lego pieces are the size of SUVs. So I did the most obvious thing one can do in this situation. I went caving.

Jumped like prince of Persia, operated the torch light like Lara Croft, crawled like Spiderman, this was as you can guess it: Fun. All the tiredness of travelling on cratered roads vanished as the fine and damp dust layered itself upon my skin. Half hour later, the play time was over. I headed back and then stumbled into the remains of a camp fire. This chamber had sideways stream of natural light filtered through a sheer curtain of leaves. Proper place for roasting meat and doing nefarious activities (not that we could find traces of any). A few twirls in this secret lair and then I crawled back up to the car for the next stop.
Maw of the monster cave
Me Modelling :P
The Tata Sumo then started descending the hills till the highlands became soft plains. We were in search of a fountain of hot spring that is famous around these parts. Some men in my company envisioned women and men bathing at this therapeutic spot, tickling the fancies of all men in my group. But as destiny would have it, this figment of imagination came partially true. There was a hot spring, women were indeed present with soap. Except the only things taking place were ablutions of children and washing of clothes with Nirma washing bar. Hot water is indeed good for longevity of clothes. Once seen cannot unsee. Crushed hopes and embarrassed laughter is shared among the group. Visible tension slowly disperses. 

So we proceed to a local reservoir built in midst of large chunks of stone (most 10 meters tall) and proceeded to (our own astonishment) kayak across it. 50 bucks, take a solo boat/kayak, row and do whatever you want for how-much-ever-time you want. Paradise lost, paradise found.

Nice sunny atmosphere and boat underneath, this is blissful serenity.

Tranquility
No machine sounds, soft swaying of water beneath my paddles and a company of good friends. 

All that you need to enjoy. 

India vs Pakistan on Radio wasn’t too bad either.

The End

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