road trip

Lately, I have realized that I am a nature lover and I am a devoted foodie. I was born to eat. Luckily, blore has amazing restaurants and unluckily I havent tasted at even 20% of them. But for sure one day I will have a restaurant of my own.

After a hell of a month with absolutely no holidays(sundays is no more a luxury) , we had a break, And we decided to GET OUT THERE. We thought of kerala or coorg but the monsoons have eaten up the roads. So then we finalised on a place called mekedatu( u must hv hrd of it) at about 100 kms from blore.

So we set out - 3boys,3 girls and 3 bikes on a typical chill blore morning at 5 30 am. We hit the kanakpura road from electronic city and soon we were out of the blore coverage.
Stopped at this dhaba , had bread omlette and tea. It was wierdly chill..not tat i needed something warm but something that had an ice cool effect.. We were all totally energised and vitalised and as the wilderness began to take its grip on us we stopped and clicked anything that looked different from what we see everyday. Amazingly smooth NH-209 with no vehicles at all we passed a dozen of houses and temples which pass off as a village. And then we diverted to a plce called the chunchi water falls( courtesy google maps). And after many ' Anna,chunchi falls yel idde' we finally came to the place. No water fall, just mountains of piled granite rocks stood still.. But there was a distant sound of water coming. No souls around so we decided to follow the sound of the water. We began descending, on the piles of rocks. Wild flowers bruised us but we wanted to see the damn waterfall. And after withstanding the scorching sun for 45 mins and wading through the rocks we finally saw the waterfall. No we couldnt see it..because we were at the origin of the waterfall. The top of it. And behind us lay calm the water body which was giving away to gravity to create the force. The best part was not the beauty of it but the efforts that had gone to get a glimpse of it.
Then began the uphill task of getting back. This time it was boring .

Water is the tastiest drink ever but you need to have it with 'thirst'. We began our journey to mekedatu.
After another stretch of road we reached the ghat. This was a different ghat. We were not climbing up but going down. Steep hair-pin curves , a narrow road with forests on both sides I was feeling like we are falling into a deep pit. And as we had reached the bottommost point of the ghat what welcomed us was the 'sangam' of kaveri river and Arkavathi river. It was something differnt. I felt like I were inside a large hole. There were coffee plantations and coconut trees on the land and some small shops. Guarding these two rivers were huge mountains. Mekedatu is a waterfall where the river kaveri carves its way through a valley. We had to cross the river and then take a bus in the forest to reach Mekedatu. There were these local fishermen who took us on the other side of the river on their round straw boats. Once we were on the other side there was this paid bus service which would take us to 'Mekedatu'. The bus looked like it belong to pre independece era with a long row of seats facing each other. It was a 6 km drive where on one side just you had the river kaveri( just about 5 meters from the bus at the same level), the other side had a lush forest.

Mekedatu was quite a sight to see, the force of the river and the deep cuts that it made in the valley was something else. It was a combination of a mountain on ur one side and deep valley on the other. And we standing in the middle of it. Something was eerie about this place which I havent felt at any other places I have been to before.

The return journey was tiring obviously and I rode almost half of it and since it began to rain heavily, rushing home and rushed home.