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By Mr. Kumar ALFA
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Lumsey to Thangu: Make An Unique Travel Statement

One was longing to undertake a repeat visit to this beautiful high altitude vibrant Revenue Block. It is located in the lap of God-gifted North Sikkim. Idea was not only to sort out some nagging irritants linked to the site of the highest micro hydel project in the country (14,000 feet) but also to soak unhesitatingly in the unbelievable visual delight.

Jinxed Project

It was culled out from the files of S & T Dept. that the jinxed project was planned and initiated in 1998. Actual work is supposed to have begun in 2006. Rather ambitious for its times, it had its own share of challenges and problems. These were reported to have got complicated time and again due to the whims and fancies of the nominees, casual approach of the bureaucrats, permutations & combinations and all-pervading Pipon system, akin to the direct democracy pattern of the Greek city states. The scheme was slated to meet the bare minimum electricity requirements of the remote and sparsely populated village situated in the depleting tree cover zone, nearby hamlets, Gothalas as also the tough and sturdy Army units guarding the close by Indo-China border.


Characteristic feature of the area was an old Monastery having a commanding location. One can look for imprints of a bygone era in the rugged, vivid, yet attractive setting. Flavour of semi-pastoral period is also reflected faithfully. The highest transit camp no. 225 at 13,500 feet together with a field hospital blesses this tract of land with its usual facilities, frills and paraphernalia.

The Take Off

Since only one night halt was involved, we had to begin early from our beautiful, cosy and eco-friendly abode in Lumsey, the outskirts of Gangtok. Much against our wishes, quilt & blanket had to be thrown aside around 4.15 hours. Upon performing the essential and age old bathroom rituals, a cup of mixed tea (Gol dana & Temi) followed.


Side by side, munching of a few cookies, a prerequisite for gulping medicines had to be resorted to. Same was not even completed that Tommy and Bailey, members of our now depleted household began wagging their tails as a mark of faith and affection. In normal course, they would ‘knock’ at, between 6 to 6.30 am. We, however, were determined to look after them at this unearthly and dark hour, by opening ‘their’ tumbler, even though, having locked the kitchen, Jaya was not in a favourable mood to display even shreds of obligation in the semi-hostile chilly conditions of the day break.


Sri D.G. Shrestha, the hard working and trust worthy Additional Director, arrived dot in time. His tour vehicle - a sturdy silver colored Bolero was supposed to be a symbol of reliability owing to its 4x4 wheels than our old but beautiful white Esteem Car (No. SK/02/077). Many fellow Gangtok-its were still in relaxed slumber in Lumsey, Ranka, 5th Mile Tadong, Dara Gaon, Convoy Ground, Amdo Golai etc.

Scene at Dawn

Around 5.30 am, we passed through Deorali, right below an area, once completely devastated by a massive land slide. Though it was settling gradually and was not even declared fit for construction, yet people in general were seen indulging in cut-throat competition with their counter parts elsewhere to construct high dwelling units. It was, to say the least, against all concerns for conservation of environment and bio-diversity. God bless them. I could not utter anything else.


It is only when we entered the Indira Bye pass that we came across some discernible movements of men, vehicles and materials. Soon tiny tots began thronging the nearby footpaths and serpentine roads in their voyage to various places of learning. After all, free education policy of the State Govt., coupled with SSA was doing wonders on the secondary socialization front. Side by side, ICDS, R.D.W’s, V.L.W’s and ASHA functionaries were also contributing their bits at the visible and crucial cutting edges. The ambitious institutions in the fringe areas and the grass roots were also taking the pressure off the parents of children of GREF and hydel companies.


Cattle, Goats, Poultry etc. began appearing along the road, time and again. Movement was slow due to bad condition of this part of the National Highway. Crores go down the drain in the name of maintenance and repair, year after year, yet, overall atmosphere looked congenial.

The Day Break

As we gained height, the snow peaks in the distinguished company of Mt. Khangchendzonga slowly appeared on the horizon. Clear blue sky in the morning glow formed a fantastic back drop. More beautiful and enchanting scenario was in store in another half an hour or so.


Near Burtuk, exposure to lush green patch was soothing. Once a semi-forest area, this too was falling prey to the unsatiable concrete designs of a hogging creature called man. As a consequence, once charming, cascading and cute rivulets and waterfalls were becoming bounties of the past. It was unfortunate indeed from the perspective and angle of sustainable development and traditional livelihood patterns. When a former C.S. chose this location to settle down in early years of the new century, a few denizens of the capital city will not laugh at him but would not refrain from commenting either.

Tashi View Point

Once we gained further height and moved away from the city we were in for another marvelous visual delight. Though not in our original schedule, we were tempted to have a brief halt at the famous Tashi View Point (6100 Ft). The crystal clear view of Mt. Kanchenjunga and surrounding peaks was simply amazing and awesome. It defied all descriptions, something to be felt, experienced and cherished. Undoubtedly, it provided rare photographic opportunity of both types- static and moving. It was, nevertheless, distressing to note that a telescope and a mini restaurant inaugurated by the Chief Minister in 2006 were now rendered useless.



The slow passage through the Pangthang Sikkim Armed Police campus and the village proper enhanced further our levels of excitement and pleasure. A halt here or there, presumably for a cup of tea or for catching a different glimpse of the clearly visible snow peaks were no longer bothersome. When we will lose sight of snow peaks, the thick Pine and Rhododendron trees together with lovely cascading waterfalls and bewildering water bodies would enthrall us. However, we were telephonically reminded to move “fast-forward” to Thangu through a shorter route via Samdong & Dikchu.


Entry into North Sikkim


A brief halt of 15 minutes for breakfast at the site of a small hydel power project being commissioned by NHPC in the outskirts of Dikchu in North Sikkim gave us a much needed break. The view of mammoth dam of Teesta Stage V project again of NHPC cannot simply be easily erased from one’s memory. More pleasure to eyes and mind followed when we hit the road while proceeding towards Mangan through the new and short cut stretch built by GREF, little over a decade ago. The typical rain forest of Kerala kind was every where to see on both sides of Teesta river in the Dzongu region.

Magnificent Mangan

In order to catch up with time, it was decided to skip lunch at Mangan. A glass of water was gulped down. Taking stock of the rapid changes in this once sleepy town (population in 1986 was 723) was exhilarating. One also went smoothly down the memory lane, having begun one’s bureaucratic innings in this beautiful setting in the last week of August 1986. Visits to the confluence point of rivers, Kanaka and Teesta at Namprikdang still linger on.


No visit is complete and worthwhile unless one captures the unforgettable conical view of the guardian deity of Sikkim from Pakshep and Singhik. Needless to say, we did not want to be prominent exceptions. Jaya very nicely became my readily available unpaid for model. She was promised a grand treat in an up market eating joint in down town Gangtok on return. Even she confessed to have rediscovered this unusual nature’s garden, say slightly after two decades.

Charming Chungthang

The drive between Mangan and Chungthang (30 kms.) exposed us to what would have been the horrendous experience of the earthquake that ravaged the area on 11/09/11. The devastations caused in Sakyong-Pentong, Tingvong, Passingdang, Lingdong, Singhik, Lanthe Khola, Naga, Namgor, Tong, Pegong, Chungthang and Bop were simply immeasurable. We stopped, therefore, at a make shift temple and a Chorten to pray for the departed 66 souls. This did not, however, include a large number of unregistered workmen missing from a crucial tunnel of the Teesta Stage III, an ambitious project being handled by an inexperienced Teesta Urja Limited.


With a gloomy mood, we entered the first floor modest flat of Sri Tega (the nominee’s son) in the heart of Chungthang. The breakfast cum lunch served with usual Sikkimese warmth and hospitality by Tega’s mother and wife an hour before sunset proved to be a refreshing experience. A cup of Green Tea, thereafter was like icing on the cake.


I did find out some time to take snaps of earthquake affected structures. The dwelling houses, schools, shops, hotels, animal sheds told their miseries yet again. It was very distressing to learn that even the SDM’s office was not spared, what to talk of the Veterinary complex and the hospital premises, wherein I was privileged to take lovely snaps during 1986-87 from a borrowed non-digital camera. Foundation stone for my sustaining interest in photography was laid in these settings. People of this tiny sub-divisional HQ were so simple and honest those days that the lens cover of an Yashika camera belonging to one and only Aroon was sent very faithfully by the slow moving SNT bus (average speed 15 Kms an hour) to my Mangan residence almost 48 hours after our departure.


Much of the ravishing scenario of the dense forest stretch between Chungthang and Lachen was missed due to partial to full darkness situation. The view of the innumerable waterfalls and the highest river bridge of the area very close to Chatten, however, was as usual very impressive. The panoramic Army helipad later dazzled like a jewel. A hot cup of Coffee with Pakoras, Jalebis and Cookies offered by Col. Niranjan at the Brigade HQ. gave a warm welcome to the attractive flat land situated at an altitude of 8,600 feet. A semblance of relief too was ensured for the ruffled feathers.



The hurricane stopover at Lachen ensured that we had the misfortune of missing its brilliant weaving, embroidery and wood carving traditions. Getting an exposure of the cloud burst point of 2006 which claimed 40 lives, the Dzumsa and the works undertaken by me in a record time while executing the UNDP sponsored Village Tourism Project (Lachen was adjudged the best) were also out of question.

The blanket of darkness soon enveloped the tiny valley. Early dinner laid around the fire place as per custom had its own fantasy and flavour. Bone chilling cold perpetrated countless visits to the loo, having sparkling Silver Fur interiors. I could succeed in politely turning down the offer of hard drinks. Jaya too was enticed without any success. In a MCP society like ours, how could spouse take hard drinks when the husband was a teetotaler? We posed to ourselves and had a hearty laugh.


The next morning one was up at 4.30 am. The disturbed sleep was possibly due to minus 4 degree celsius temperature. Both of us used two quilts in addition to famous ethnic blankets of Lachen in the modest room, purportedly being used as a Bed & Breakfast facility. Such a tourism oriented activity in this remote region would be an unheard of proposition, say a decade ago.


One had not shivered and struggled so much in this place while braving winter in the past or for that matter, when I had visited Vyberg or St. Petersburgh on Finland border of Russia (May 1995), London (Nov 2006) or Berlin (March 2006) when it was snowing all through in first and the third city. The traffic jam next morning was not irritating as in Delhi. Instead it was majestic due to sheer beauty and charm of snow and ice. Orderly conduct of the citizens even in inclement weather conditions was something to be learnt and admired.

First exposure to snow conditions

My first exposure to Lachen valley in November 1986 was unforgettable in the sense that despite being number 2 in the district, I could manage apology to an accommodation only after an hour of taking dinner. The then Governor, Sri T.V. Rajeshwar, father of present Foreign Secretary, Mrs. Sujatha Singh did not land by helicopter at the nearest Army helipad due to what they proclaimed- ‘bad weather’.


It did snow a lot later in the evening and early morning. Had they tried, landing was possible prior to snow as I had trekked to the helipad to get satisfied. Idea was not to spend more than a day in tough snowy conditions as I was not properly dressed to withstand what I considered that time, inclement weather, albeit, in the lap of marvelous nature which had all the beauties -large, small and miniature.


Though I slept that time also in a RDD nominee’s wooden house, for barely 5-6 hours, same was more than sufficient as I was young, energetic and dashing, opposed perhaps to the present when I feel that I am a poor reflection of my former self.


Whatever it may be, presentation of self in everyday life upon proper or careful introspection had heralded, thanks to my two post graduate degrees in Sociology from JNU, the famous left (?) bastion. Side by side, the process of profound dialogue between me and myself at night after dinner in front of mirror in the dimly lit rooms had begun. It was sure to help and guide my destiny in the years to come. “Presentation of self in everyday life” was perhaps having its impact and bearing on my action patters, both latent and manifest, if I may use R.K. Merton’s phrases.


Following the resolve over dinner in front of fireplace in the memorable company of Sri S. Gyamtso, Sri Shrestha, Mrs Nima Choki, nurse in Lachen PHSC and Tom IV, the cute snow kitten, I dared to take bath in the biting & challenging cold conditions, after winning a bet with Jaya. This was, incidentally, her first night stay in winter at a height of 8,880 Ft.

Amazing early view

When Jaya was getting ready minus usual make up, I took some amazing shots of quietly flowing Lachen Chu & handful of snow peaks, sparkling right in front, on receiving early sun rays. They looked initially darkish pink and pink, soon to transform into bright pieces of gigantic Crescent oranges. It was a sight to watch, behold, capture, get mesmerized ……….. and what not. At dawn, as such, you are replete with energy and inspiration. Consequently, one famous English poet has uttered – A thing of beauty is joy forever.

Lama Ongden peak

When we finally came out at 5.45 am, prior to hitting the road what we saw in front was much more impressive – The Lama Ongden snow splattered peak (5868 meters) was in its crowning glory, looking much more beautiful than what we saw half an hour ago. We shot at it from different angles for the sake of future.


Some more such peaks could be sighted from Zemu Chu, the base camp of Kanchenjunga expedition. We also could capture the ravishing view of Lachen valley, slowly waking up to face the day. It was a perfect start to the great day ahead to the land of Thangu (13,500 ft.), Chopta (13,800 ft), Lunak La (15,000 feet), Zaru La (5100 meters), Gurudongmar Lake (17,800 feet) and Tsho-Lhamu, the origin of Teesta river at 18,500 feet.


Drive was slow, sturdy and lovely. No other vehicle was in sight. A waterfall on the left was presenting an attractive sight. We could see some Yaks and Mules here and there. It looked like a shot straight from a western movie. Only a cow boy was conspicuous by his absence.

Shivling Peak

Very soon we were fortunate to see a Yumthang type wide valley full of Rhododendrons on to our right. The Lachen Chu together with soothing high altitude vegetation was criss-crossing remarkably. One stopped by for a short photo session. While Sonam Gyamtso and Shreshtha obliged, Jaya preferred the warm interiors of Tata Safari/Bolero. Basking in glory like this also sometimes has its own merits.


By 7.00 am the awe inspiring ‘Shivling peak’, once shot meticulously by Sri Pramod, D.E., Tourism was seen on the right. It could stand out on its own on the other side of the river. Though a major portion of terrain was devastated, the peak simply remained prominent. We had the privilege to show its picture in Sikkim Tourism calendar in 2005.


Between 7.30 and 7.38 am, the flat ‘table’ peak in front gave a mesmerizing look. We could not resist the temptation to take photos, knowing it fully well that one was getting further behind schedule. One took also photos of damage to the road by the earthquake. The green patch of pristine Pine looked simply awesome. Soon one comes across a few Gothalas, though only a few individuals wearing long leather boots and Army Coat Parkas were seen here & there, looking after cows and Yaks.

Kalep and Gyathang

When the Cell watch shows 7.40, we reach Kalep, a beautiful valley on the left side. A ‘table’ mountain forms a magnificent backdrop. Another photo opportunity is not to be missed.


By 7.50 we reach Gyathang (10,000 ft). Abode of six Gods, a heart shaped island instantly attracts. The place, 16 Kms away from Lachen, to me also resembles Yumthang, situated on the other axis at an altitude of 12,000 feet.

Yakthang Village (12,500 ft)

At 8.00 am, what a sight we see next. An old affectionate woman in her 70’s milking a frail brown coloured cow from the wrong side. Her ethnic dress, colourful fur cap and fair skin impressed immensely. Though it was eye catching & interesting, I was aspiring to see a Yak being milked in this area. The shadows emerging under the clear and strong sun were utterly striking. They undoubtedly made a mark.


Another small round island in the middle of the river is seen on the left side. It satisfies our urge further. We do not forget to munch pop corn and boiled Maize together with lots of tea and hot water nicely kept in the large Chinese thermoses. It is repeated time and again. At the same time, we do bask in the glory of Sun for a while.


Now it is time for the snow to emerge beautifully on both sides of the river. Till 15-20 minutes back, only ice, that too, dirty ice was pleasing our senses.

21 Elite Unit

Sharp at 8.05 am we come across 21 Elite Unit of Army after 2 kms. of Kalep. Ankoor and Jaya had come upto this point in September 1991. Bauwa or Babu, as we will affectionately address him, was barely 2.5 years old. I vividly remember the instant transformation of his chubby cheeks into pinkish red colour due to effects of low oxygen supply. Inclement weather, thus had compelled their halt, while I being the D.C., North, had no option but to proceed ahead with my inspection of alleged Army encroachments along the road leading to Gegong (Kareng) plateau. One remembers fondly Late Sonam Lepcha, the ever jovial SDM, Chungthang at this juncture.


A bout of sunshine emerges. It is very refreshing & welcome. Another small village is seen. A wooden bridge over a Khola on the left side looks like a scene straight from a Hindi movie. I imagine that a hero & heroine may approach each other from either side, And a villain may emerge from nowhere to stake a claim over the damsel in romantic mood if not in distress. Whatever it may be, the effect of body chemistry is bound to be absolutely sizzling.


The bridge is also having a splattering of snow, which enhances the beauty of place further. An attempt is made again to capture the nuances. It is also the time for disappearance of the tree line. Road condition deteriorates. The valley is, however, flatter than before. One sees a board indicating the progress of Kalep – Giagong road (19.285 kms.) being constructed by the 86 Road Construction Company (RCC) of GREF.

First view of Thangu

When the watch strikes 8.15 am, one gets the unbelievable view of the flat village of Thangu from a distance of half a kilometer. Flat, tree less mountains are seen all over, prompting me to shoot with a rapid speed. I am tempted to get down to have a direct feel. It is a maddening experience, even if it is difficult to take long steps. Breathing all of a sudden gets affected. But the view of following does not affect the spirits: Snow Pigeons, light blue color of Lachen Chu, unusual shape of vegetation less mountains, cute dwelling units, sustainable Army setup , fluttering prayer flags of five colors: blue, denoting ocean and sky, white symbolising peace, red ( ), green for earth, and yellow ( ). Last, but not the least, the affectionate smile on the faces of Mrs. Rinzing Lhamu and her meek husband (Tega’s In-laws) has a spell binding effect. We take quick shots even at the risk of slipping on the hard ice on the road. Between 8.25 and 9.00 am we are treated to a very hearty breakfast in the house of Mrs Lhamu. All sorts of vegetarian and non-veg items are served with lots of care so early in the morning. Corn, Wai Wai, Soup, boiled vegetables, chicken, meat of local Sheep, all taste sumptuous. The famous Thangu potato and huge size of Shalgum are not to be missed in one corner.

Challenge in Restroom

When I have to use toilet, there is no water in the bucket. Instead, it is all ice. Naturally, either I wait for it to melt or request Amla (Mrs.Lhamu) for a helping from kitchen. When Jaya also desires to visit the rest room after enjoying one of the most beautiful scenes of Lhasa Chu from the window, she does not wait for ice to melt. As she could not relish a joke, we have a big laugh at her cost. As a matter of decency, I don’t forget to tender an apology instantly.

The Inspection

All said and done, we eat and drink to our satisfaction. Provide sufficient warmth to our body, prior to inspecting the site involving a careful and very slow (due to high altitude) trek along a PMGSY road going to Byamze village. Though, the velocity of the snow fed Lhasa Chu was difficult to be measured yet repeated assessments had confirmed that discharge per second even in lean season could sustain a micro hydel project. Looks wise also it was a world apart. The gushing rivulet was not only looking good, it was capable of sweeping away life and property in the event of flood owing to heavy down pour on the higher ridges. The cloud burst in Manali and Leh three years ago immediately remind us of the harmful aftermath of a powerful catastrophe.


When we turn here & there for rest, it is a heavenly sight all over. Jaya opts for taking the vehicle up and has a feeling of great victory near the water collection tank (13,900 feet). She looks very cheerful, still & calm in the company of bright and strong sunshine. Her eyes are rightly hidden by the newly bought dark glasses. She takes off her French Marooned coloured cap very often.Before we complete the next lap, we meet a few locals and labourers. Another photo opportunity is certainly not to be missed.


Soon we complete the essential formality of inspecting the pipeline, dug-up ground, Pen stock etc. Water diversion point was simply looking out of world. Meditation, therefore, became a must in such a bewildering setting. Control over breathing learnt while doing Yoga comes as a blessing in disguise. While retreating, we encounter numerous beautiful ice flaks, Rhododendron and endemic pine roots and drift wood. Some are picked up to be used as curio items. I carry a Dhuppi sapling together with its leaves to be burnt as Incense while performing Puja at home.

Thangu Monastery

As 74 year old re-incarnate Chewang Lama, a Tibetan was waiting for us in the old monastery of the village since breakfast time, we had to pay regards to him and the Guru Padamsambhava in the earthquake affected religious place. A Cosmopolitan Solar Energizer at this height makes us comfortable. One learnt that this century old monastery had 1,500 miniature clay images of the presiding deity, all made by the revered Lama between 1963 and 1990, subsequent to receiving divine sermons of His Holiness, the Dalai Lama. These were for general well being of the people. He had kept some aside for being given as presents to the distinguished visitors. I too was privileged to be a beneficiary.


Upon chanting of hymns and lighting of required butter lamps, as per tradition and out of profound respect, I offer some money to the deity and the Lama in the name of Ankoor, our dear departed. Jaya,for half an hour or so gets into a mood to meditate and contemplate. While we talk thereafter of organizing more relief for the earthquake affected monastery and the people in general, she is engrossed in her own world and perhaps, rightly so. Why shouldn’t she be? While I am busy officially and otherwise, she has to brave hard, long and arduous days all alone.


While descending, the view of Thangu village, serpentine footpaths and Army settlements is simply eye-catching. Something to be seen seriously, difficult to be described.

Chopta Valley

One can go on and on. We are yet to narrate the brush with the splendid Chopta valley. It may have been a lake in view of the present Geomorphogical conditions. Close by are the high altitude Yak farm, the ‘enigmatic’ Chumamu Khang (6,000 meters), the ‘chocolate’ peak for me all the while and the highest Tourism Guest House at 13,500 feet built under my close supervision in 2005. The eye-catching Igloo huts of 86 RCC, the far off Lunak La pass at a height of 5,120 meters on road to Mukuthang (30 kms.) and Zaru La at 5,100 meters are the other attractions which will have to be postponed for the next visit.


Before Jaya develops headache and fatigue for not being used to wearing caps, we indulge in photography session yet again to capture this unbelievably beautiful sunny & windy landscape. While turning back at 11.20 am, it is nice to wave at GREF personnel and their indomitable work force. Earth is full of sand and pink coloured stone chips. May be, this place was in the extreme end of the Tethys Sea once upon a time. I donot forget t, carry a piece of stone as a momento.

View of Chumamu Khang

A tea break with Wai Wai opposite fire in a stout labourer’s hut in the company of a cute mountain dog follows. We are privileged to get another view of Chumamu Khang, in addition to the Golden Eagle, Snow Pigeon, Tibetan Mouse, Chinese jet black Crow and the Riband bird. The peak named, had unfortunately claimed the life of Sri Das, an IPS officer of Punjab Cadre and a former Director of SGMI, Gangtok in 2005-2006 when an audacious mountaineering expedition was being undertaken.


No energy is left now for an adventure to the Gurudongmar Lake. We therefore, pray to Guru Padmasambhava from here, having heard a great deal about his miracle over there while coming to Sikkim from Tibet, upon helping the people to get rid of devils and bad omen. According to a legend, due to digging of one corner of the lake by his stick, that particular portion does not freeze even in extreme winter conditions. Who says, therefore, religion is unscientific?

Time to Rethink & Retreat

More upward movement would have meant inviting further strain for the body which may have spoilt the good feeling of having enjoyed the nature in its extreme beauty on a clear sunny day. Though we had not acclimatized as per requirement, if not procedure, we managed to show and display our mettle rather well.


Before I conclude, I must share an experience of September 1991. I made it in similar fashion from Mangan to Tsho-Lhamu (186 kms one way and a movement from 4,000 feet to 18,500 feet) and back in the same day. However, I did conk off and vomit around 7 pm. It was right opposite Lachen Police Station. The faithful Govt. servants brought hot water and extended all help that was possible.


In view thereof, I suppose, the turnaround above Chopta valley at 12 noon on 20/11/2011 was very much justifiable. Later, a farewell cup of tea at the Transit Camp completed the journey nicely. We thanked Col. K.S. Mahar, the C.O. in absentia. Later he took the trouble of calling on me at Gangtok. While entering vehicles for our last lap, we could sense that air had become thin, while Sun was fairly strong and scorching in the zero hour. A sack of tasty Thangu potatoes purchased for Rs. 500/- and a cute and submissive Doggy kept in an open carton by Sonam Gyamtso were the deserving mementos placed on the rear side of the vehicle. A competition followed for taking a nap, turn by turn……

Post script

With the passage of time, it will be and it is a cherished experience. The journey to this high altitude destination was not as easy as it may look in print. It entails sizeable patience, perseverance and hard work. Nevertheless, one felt happy and encouraged. In my service spanning almost thirty years I have been to many beautiful places all over the world. But I suppose, I was yet to rediscover a place like this.


I do not know whether we tasted a bit of success or had substantial accomplishment. Certainly, we were riding high on freshness, rejuvenation and creativity fronts, having thoroughly enjoyed what India Today Travel magazine declared in 2010, the best mountain drive in the country.

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