a visit to kumaon- I





Jim Corbett wrote world's one of the most famous books ' the man-eaters of kumaon' and made himself immortal.the corbett national park was named in his honour in 1957.
( by the way i am talking of India)
a month ago i paid a visit to ranikhet and almora amidst a hectic schedule , which i suddenly renounced for greater and higher reasons. i managed to complete an assignment of treasury management and gave it for submission and left all other work to catch a train at midnight from ghaziabad station. thus its a personal account of how i felt and may not interest you at all.a more specific blog regarding the trip can be http://exploreindiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/kumaon-explored.html. but i thought this was my blog so..




kathgodam was where we were supposed to get down.there are just two characters here; sid and sak
we dropped down at haldwani; it was easier to catch buses from there.


we took tea , this person in picture mistook us for media persons and welcomed us to haldwani. he also showed us an old print news article depicting the poverty of the region which tourists visited.quite an irony. but we came up clean and told him we were normal tourists and that we would do whatever we could..
now 4 hours to ranikhet by bus. i could not sleep last night so was feeling sleepy. sid took naps in bus. but i was awake and a bit tired already..

i am old enough to have low expectations from any hill station or any thing in life, thus while sid seemed bit dissapointed initially, to find that there werent many places to see in ranikhet, i was neutral.the bazaar was full of sweets shops, how people could sustain income was what came first to the my mind.did people really eat that lot. how can they have three sweet shops juxtaposed in one line! tea and namkeen shops also were in plenty. how foody !!
..and yet we scouted for a veg restaurant as sid demanded for some decent meal.
followed by 4 km walk to hedakhan mandir, near chilianaula, there was pin drop silence in the path, except for us, this was what we had comefor after all, silence, far from the madding crowd.

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