The rain continued. But we as travellers ,had hopelessly fantasised an early morning safari in Gorumara. Gorumara National Park is a protected wildlife park that has been declared as the best among the national parks in India in 2009. It houses an impressive population of Indian one horned Rhino, deer, peacock and other birds. The accompanying forest guard told me that the park had a population of around 300 Rhinos as on date. That did pose some chance of us spotting one. Little did I know that it was going to be another story…read on please…
We started at around 5 O clock in the morning. It was still dark and the street lights were still on. Our cars took through lush green terai tea gardens.
We reached the gate of “Medla” watch tower in some time. We got our tickets after standing in queue for more than an hour. The tower is situated in some distance from the entry point of the park. and you have to take bullock carts for that. Yes!”Mosher gari” 😀 I was worried about the poor animals…considering the sheer mass of the other ladies in the group and ..well..me. The second thought was that…if something like the incident of Bactrian camels in Hunder vally, Ladakh happenned again to me.. eh..and this was a dirtroad and it had rained the entire night before…
But before I pained myself contemplating the possiblities of either me or the bullocks getting hurt, I found myself climbing up the cart. Life! 😀
This was the cart that carried us..
I did ask him to say cheese, but seems like he was not in the mood…
The carts took us to the wobbly “Medla” watch tower through lush green forests. Cool morning breeze on my face, hearing the birds cry, it was lovely.
But that also took a gigantic mess of really noisy families of people, who seemed more interested discussing the next meal than observing the beauty of the jungle during wee hours of the day and crying babies with us to the tower too. After a bit of wait on the tower, a Rhino did seem to emerge from amongst the grass. Though it did not take the over enthusiastic noise of “GONDAR!” , “GONDAAR!” well and went back into the more dense area.
Gondar(Rhino in Bengali)
Bum bum bum..
And with that, died the only chance of spotting a Indian one horned Rhino, posing for us, smiling with a freshly brushed teeth and (fairly) minty breath! Ahem…maybe without the brushed teeth and fresh breath… 😛
The rest of the Rhinos were at a fair distance, I guess they knew that the animals atop the the tower were not that interested in them!
We did see one elephant here..
and we spotted some peacocks…really, they seemed to be the only ones undisturbed by the noise…
And then, there was the picture of the river Murti flowing by the jungle, the trees and the beauty of the overcast day…
Fortunately, this frustration was not able to make me jump from the wobbly tower and as a matter of fact, I did continue with our rest of the journey. But that is coming (hopefully) in another post!
Thanks for reading this and see you in the next! 🙂