It may be obvious to you by now that I spend a lot of time travelling. Naturally, this means spending several nights in hotels across the country. This also creates an opportunity to review those hotels and spread the word about good and bad things about the places I have stayed in. But so far, I have refrained.
I can’t think of a reason why I wasn’t doing hotel reviews so far. Perhaps I thought reviews are better left to TripAdvisor. Perhaps I thought it was something too commercial or may be I simply assumed this is not a place for hotel reviews.
But I started thinking otherwise a few months ago, when I began searching TripAdvisor to get information about hotels in some destinations. The reviews were often very contrasting and sometimes misleading. While some reviewers said that a hotel is the best choice, there were an equal number of people who said exactly the opposite. In some cases, it appeared likely that the reviews were rigged. And in some cases, unusually harsh reviews made me wonder if competitors were trying to defame the property. It wasn’t easy to qualify a hotel through the ratings and reviews on TripAdvisor or similar sources.
This, added with the fact that I spend many days staying at hotels, made me think it is probably worthwhile posting hotel reviews here. While I may never reach the volumes and coverage of a crowd sourced review system, at least I may be able to provide more accurate and trusted reviews of a few hotels in a few destinations.
Keeping this in mind, I will be starting hotel reviews on this site in near future. However, to prevent flooding this blog’s main page with reviews, I would be posting them as wordpress pages instead of blog posts. Only a monthly summary would be posted here as a blog post.
Your comments, if any on this, is welcome.
A few days ago, I posted here a photograph of a small town nestled in a valley surrounded by picturesque hills all around it. Mountains rose steep in every direction, making the man-made structures in the town look small and fragile. I posted a question along with the image (reproduced here to the right), asking where the photograph was taken. The image had no obvious clues or landmarks that revealed the location. The place from where the photograph was taken was inaccessible by road, which meant there did not exist a million images from that angle that people would have become familiar with. It would not be an easy guess. But I had not thought about Siby when I asked the question.
Siby knows Munnar like no one else does. His detailed response on this blog’s facebook page baffled me, because even me, the photographer, did not know all those details he mentioned about the location. He said –
“its from west corner of Cokkanmudi…parvathy hills on left and Annamudi is fathest 🙂 Shangumalai, Periyavarai, Elamankai, Munnar town also seen from this”
That’s how much Siby knew Munnar. He not only knew the place very well, but loved these hills to no end. He had explored every part of these hills, knew the geography, history, people and the wildlife of the region to the maximum detail. If a birding enthusiast wanted to know where to see certain species of bird, Siby was the person who had the answers. He knew where to see the best landscapes, where the clouds arise in what seasons; he knew the history and heritage of Munnar; he seemed to know everything.
My meeting with Siby happened through a chain of incidences – the kind of long pieces of stories that chance puts together. In a conference on adventure tourism, I had met the genial folks from Green Spaces, Munnar. Nearly two years later, when a British travel company wanted me to do some research in Kerala, I resorted to their help. They, in turn, put me in touch with Siby besides offering a few pointers on what to do in Munnar.
Thus, I went to places that I may not have visited on my own, like the Tea Museum and Kolukkumalai Estate. But more than any other place, I had a memorable visit to a valley of clouds, where every morning, a predictable assembly of clouds decorated the hills and disbursed the glorious morning colours all across the valley. To get to the place, Siby took us on a jeep ride for about 20km from the town, then made us wear leech socks and climb a steep slope in thick evergreen forest through a leech-infested path. We reached the place – a camp in the wilderness – a little late on a foggy and rainy evening, when the valley was filled white with thick fog. We knew what to expect in the valley from photographs, but had to wait till next morning to see them all for real.
The evening’s dinner was prepared as Siby narrated stories of Munnar’s history, wilderness and wildlife, including sighting a tiger only a month ago on the path that we took to the camp: ‘they brought machinery for starting tea factory on a huge lift that ended at top station; much of Munnar’s slopes are tea estates now and you find natural forest only in Eravikulam National Park; a photographer recently shot a Nilgiri Martin in the national park;…” Â As we listened to the stories over a bowl of fried rice, a pacific swallow fluttered in the room fearless to our presence, often flying in and out of its nest in a corner of the camp.
The next morning, rain had subsided and fog had cleared up. Right next to us, the hills of Munnar tumbled into the plains of Tamil Nadu, leaving its expanse bared to our eyes. The clouds spread on a layer above the plains, unable to climb up the slopes and held captive between two arms of the hills to either side of us. The rising sun added a dash of bright colours on the horizon and cheered for the brilliant morning. I was content with seeing the drama that unfolded, although Siby had a label for everything we saw that morning: ‘seen below is Bodhinayaganur; faraway on that side is top slip; those are the lift stations that the British had built,..’ and so on.
The drama did not end soon after the sunrise. Later, Siby took us on a short walk further up the hills to the grassland sholas, where the strong wind blew fog into us every once in a while, suddenly masking the landscapes and unveiling it soon after.
In one of those moments when fog played with us, it offered a glimpse of Kolukkumali Peak and the tea estate that carpeted its inclines. I could identify it well, as I had made the long journey to Kolukkumalai Tea Estate in an ancient Mahindra jeep only the day before. The bumpy ride through the tea plantation was probably less than 10 kilometers, but took more than an hour over the rocky unmetalled road that tore my backbone into pieces. The slopes on the way were green and beautiful, but all through the journey, I could not help but muse on how beautiful and virgin jungles these tea estates were two hundred years ago. (Read: impact of tea estates on environment).
But one has to bear the pains of this journey if one wants to visit the “world’s highest organic tea garden.” The rewards are in the form of a drive through one of the most scenic tea plantation in the region that culminates in an 80 year old tea factory next to the prettiest vista of the hills. Mani, the friendly guide at the factory took me inside the factory, explaining the transformation of tea leaves into a packaged product after it goes through drying, grinding, fermentation and filtration. And unlike any other place of industrial production, Kolukkumalai Tea Factory is a camera friendly place.
After inspecting tea making, it was time to taste the final product. At the Tea Museum near Munnar, I had a taste of tea’s history along with a taste of several varieties of the world’s favourite beverage. In the much crowded tea museum, I watched a twenty minute movie on the Kannan Devan Hills, Â on the way it was transformed by the industrious British who planted tea all over the slopes, its ownership changing hands into Tata Tea and eventually the formation of a co-operative to govern the Kannan Devan plantations. Subsequently, while a packed crowd was herded by a loud-speaking guide through a more modern tea factory, I got out and signed up for a tea tasting session.
The session on tea-tasting was more interesting to watch than to taste. Our young tea-connoisseur at the tasting lab, Krishna, knew his tea well. While we sat and watched, he slowly poured several varieties of tea into a line of cups that were laid on a table. He explained in detail about different variety of tea and the discipline of tasting the finished product. But what evoked a smile from all of us was the fact that a person in the tasting profession should abstain from spicy foods, tobacco and alcohol. Perhaps it is the spiciness in the food that we Indians eat, it largely disqualifies us from appreciating the finesse in these beverages. I found much of the teas there tasting similar, each one differing only slightly from its neighbour.
I was back in Munnar a year later, this time to share my discoveries from last visit with a group of energetic people interested in learning to photograph the landscapes of Munnar. (Read: Landscape Photography Workshop at Munnar). While I had made some plans and set an itinerary, another set of calls and timely assistance from the folks at the resort where we stayed helped us make some more discoveries of great views that the hills can offer. On our first morning at Munnar, I pushed the group to make an early morning half-an-hour climb to see sunrise over a ridge that offered the finest views of Munnar Town and the hills nearby. Up there, going by Siby’s words, we could see “parvathy hills on left and Annamudi is fathest 🙂 Shangumalai, Periyavarai, Elamankai, Munnar town also seen from this.” What Siby did not mention was that the ridge also offered views of Pothemedu Valley on the other side, not seen in the first photograph above. It was all that a landscape photographer could ask for – views of the tallest peak in South India to one side, and what was perhaps the deepest valley in the region to the other side.
In the three day that we spent photographing the drama in these mountains, we drove through beautiful ‘view points’, valleys inhabited by rivers, slopes carpeted with lush grass and tea-estate landscapes of Kolukkumalai and beyond. The riches of Munnar, it seems, doesn’t stop here. Another meeting with people who knew these hills revealed me yet another valley of so much beauty that I could never imagine existed in the hills of Munnar. Right now, I am looking for gaps in my calendar for another visit to Munnar.
Title: Empires of the Indus
Author: Alice Albinia
Empires of the Indus is a story of people from the past and present of the Indus Valley. Author Alice Albinia makes the long journey from the delta of Indus at Karachi to its origin in Tibet, searching for the river’s past and reflecting on its present. She treads upstream slowly, often stopping for long periods and making long detours looking for a piece of history or culture.
Her journey begins at Karachi, where she spends her time meeting people who have lived here forever and also the ones who arrived from India after the British left, and exploring the changes that the city went through after Pakistan gained independence. She makes a slow journey upstream Indus on a boat visiting indigenous cultures and understanding their ways of life.
The story moves slowly into the past as she moves upstream. The clock moves back to the days of British Empire, unfolding the story of British struggle to explore and map the Indus and to conquer the local rulers. Further, it moves to the past where Islamic rulers dominated the landscapes and eventually to Alexander’s invasion to India. She also makes detours to the dangerous terrains in Afghanistan, crossing the border from Pakistan a few times. As she moves up the mountains, story shifts towards Buddhism and eventually to the aboriginal people and cultures. Later, the author spends considerable amount of time exploring the rock carvings and clues from paleolithic age when she is in Swat, Chitral and Ladakh. But once up in Tibet, her focus narrows down to merely making the adventurous journey to the source of Indus in the unforgiving terrain.
Throughout the book, the reader clearly sees the great commitment and effort that the author has made to extract the stories, meet the people who have information and visit every part of Indus Valley that has any significance to her chronicles. She researches through a lot of history to put her stories together and to ensure that no pieces of a known chronology has gone missing. Every chapter in the book – the sheedi community in Sindh, Kalash people in the mountains, Alexander’s march to India or on the rock carvings from the paleolithic age – are complete and well researched with all the information that one can ask for. Her narration is fluent and carries the reader upstream Indus along with her.
However, as one moves from chapter to chapter and from one part of the valley to the other, the reader feels a lack of continuity in the story. The initial chapters on history suddenly shifts to indigenous cultures in Sindh and before it is over, the story moves to the sufi saints and later to Alexander. Such sudden shifts are common all through the books, and just when you start lingering in a story, you are whisked away from it. And there are times when she entrenches into the depths of a topic so much that it appears more like a book of history than of travel.
