Gokarna – The beach trek

Having only had the chance to trek mountains before, I had never anticipated the concept of a beach trek till I heard it from Abhiyana. I asked Sagar about it and he explained that the trek is about 25 km long stretch comprised of both beaches and hills. I had been dying to visit Gokarna for quite some time but somehow the plan never got cemented with friends.
So when this trek got posted on my Facebook, the idea was just too awesome to say no to. Just imagine! Walking along the beach for hours, playing in the sea; for two days! Yay! 😀
So the day arrives but unfortunately a team outing from office is scheduled on the same day which makes me so tired that I am almost about to cancel the trip. Not to mention that going to Domlur to board the bus felt like a mini-travel in itself. But all woes aside, I did somehow manage to reach on time and join the group. Quite a few new faces, and a very new experience of having two just married couples on board – their romance and jokes and fights can make this blog stretch to day long reading so I shall skip that part 😛

Reaching Gokarna early morning, it was a blissful showered welcome from the skies above and having rain drops wash your face through the tiniest opening of the bus window was a refreshing start to the trip. The trek started at Kumta beach, and oh the sight which met the eyes was unlike anything else. Yes, I have seen beaches before, lots of them but none in rain and clouds and the sea breeze was manifolded many times due to the rain.  After an extremely tiring week at the office and career confusions in mind; the sight in front of me, the noise of sea waves and the feel of sand on naked feet just shut off every other voice around, even the one in my mind. It’s so weird that sometimes, not being able to hear your own voice can feel so good 🙂

The previous beach experiences have only constituted playing in the water, some little running around or sitting on the beach for hours. But this trek made us walk along the beach, taking in every bit of nature at our own pace. Well, we did get scolded by Sagar a lot for making so many pit-stops to click photos but can you blame us? Every few feet, there was a locale serving as the perfect background for a DP or cover pic – yes, all of us target these two photos all the time ; accept it 😀 !

Cover pic no. 1 :P
Cover pic no. 1 😛
DP no 1.
DP no 1.

Well, after crossing Kumta beach, we covered a private beach called Honalli after mounting a hill-top which again blessed us with an awestruck view of the paddy fields on one side, beach on the other and boulders in the sea on the third side. The sight can be best viewed in this pic.  The next 2-3 kms of the trek were on the normal land and that short time away from the beach drove me really crazy – being a hardcore water fan 😀

Just like I described
Just like I described, ain’t it?

Continuing on our trek, it felt majestic to walk along the mountain trail where you can see the sea-waves crashing on the rocks nearby, prompting us all to jump to those and get some good pictures. And did I mention that the mountains were lush green with grass? Never could I imagine a grassland on a mountain near the rocky shores of Arabian sea. This location provided the perfect spot for our lunch and mid-trek rest :). Kadle beach awaited us post-lunch, walking along the stretch of sand leads to discovering so many virgin beaches, where you can actually meet the real inhabitants of the sea. What not we saw – jumping jellyfish, star-fishes sprawled across like stars in the sky, so many different breeds of colourful crabs and oh yea, some skulls ( animals 😛 ) too.

Lunch ke baad aaram!
Lunch ke baad aaram!
Taare hatheli par! :P
Taare hatheli par! 😛
Whose's that skull?
Whose’s that skull?

The adventure continued to multiple rounds of ringa-ringa-roses in the sea, tricking people to actually “fall down” in the salty sticky water, bharatnatyam on the beach and guys dancing like girls just for the sake of a funny moment captured via lens.

Baby Doll :P
Baby Doll 😛
All fall down!
All fall down!
Tathaiya, tathaiya Ho!
Tathaiya, tathaiya Ho!

Sagar’s gazes made us continue the walk towards Holanagadde Beach, crossing which we took a right turn towards a village just before Gundenagadi Beach. Into the village, we moved towards our stay for the night, and guess the place! It was Holanagadde Ramajaneya Temple dedicated to lord Hanuman.We had been a little surprised at the prospect of staying in a temple but the hospitality of the priests and their families overwhelmed us all. Hot drink, snacks, bananas – unlimited quantity and us trekkers being extremely exhausted after the long walk and trek were no less than gluttons at that moment. Hot bath and a very hearty dinner later, we all retired for the day on the beds laid down by the temple folks – really, some people are too selfless and generous when it comes to serving guests. All they did for us, for nothing in return, with utmost happiness and content at their hearts. It was amazing staying there, witnessing the evening and early morning aarti, being able to just sit in the temple compound near the Tulsi plant and do nothing and be at peace – ah, bliss 🙂

The one at the temple 🙂

With a fresh start to the next morning, we boarded our bus again and reached the dock near “Sangam” of the Aganashini river with the Arabian sea. Usually, the river dominates the flow of the water over sea, but that day being a rainy one, salt won over sweet. Here, we took a ferry towards Tadadi port, a fishingbank. Seeing fish being caught live is one experience in itself, not a very happy one for me though :-/. On we resumed our trek, walking through an extremely thick and green forest this time, the trail being guarded on both the sides by thorny bushes and wearing sleeveless didn’t help my skin any bit 😦 .

It was raining cats and dogs but that hour-long scratchy and hectic expedition landed us at the Paradise beach also known as the Mahadeva beach. The beauty of the place justified its name and was enough to make me forget all the cuts and marks and just get soaked-in the nature.  A very small stretch of sand, a private beach amidst thick forest on three sides and rocky shore on the fourth. Climbing atop the rocks, sticking our feet in the crevices to prevent slipping, all of us sat tight, holding hands, waiting for the breakers to drown us. This went on for quite some time till a tide made a few of us land on their asses and break a few knees. 😛  Retiring back to the soft sand, Sagar suddenly got this fetish to dig up a three feet deep pit while the rollers came in full-might and ruined his creations. So, a few fellows started giving him a helping hand. As soon as a wave came crashing, these people would pile on top of each other to make sure that the hollow remains hollow. That’s when an idea ( a very stupid one – you will know why in five seconds) strikes me to just go and stand in the pit, to feel the warmer sand and what happened next was beyond my imagination. As soon as I stepped in, one very intelligent human shouted to bury me in that and next I know, half of the group is pushing me to keep me in the pit, while the second half of the crew is filling-in sand around. Waist-deep I was buried, immovable, left to the mercy of the tides and sand washing me off, from head to toe. Well, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade and when friends bury you in sand, become a mermaid 😀 ( Wow! I am poet too! 😛 )

Pari hu main :P
Pari hu main 😛
Poor me :'(
Poor me 😥

Well, the escapade wouldn’t end so easily, would it? Moving on from our favourite spot of the trek, we all got lost on the way to the half-moon beach. I have no idea why it’s named so, maybe it looks like a crescent when viewed from top. But we did spot a half-moon shaped rock here which lead to a short put competition and later long jump, really ??? Girls drew up their own games on the sand, what was it called ? O yea, Hopskotch 😛  While some people were playing, some curious models and photographers ( Before I forget, Kudos to Srini and Satish for the brilliant captures! 🙂 ) were busy getting the job done for their Facebook profile, I missed this one 😦

Nothing could top the adventure we had at the paradise beach, but oh boy! Gokarna doesn’t fail to prove you wrong. Little did we know that climbing atop the mountain past this beach would serve our eyes with the mesmerising view of the Om beach and to actually see where it got its name from. Clinging to the one-and-only coconut tree atop that hill, watching the tourists from top on one side at the Om beach, the mighty breakers at the shores below and in the front, nothing but the vast stretch of the sea. The horizon itself was invisible since the boundary between the sea and the sky had been faded by the grey of the clouds. One could only try to imagine where the end was.

On my right, see the OM ?
On my right, see the OM ?
On my left..
On my left..

Reaching our final destination at the Om beach, it was the first time that I had experienced bliss in the solitude amidst the roar of the seas, the crash of the rains and the giggling of the tourists. Knowing that I was nearing the end of this amazing trek, I just wanted to take it all in, one more time, one last time. I sang, I laughed, I cried and I thanked God, for making me realise one thing I had been asking myself for the past few weeks – what do I really want to do in life ? It may sound silly because I am sure many of us think this umpteen times every day but I had been forced to prod on it very seriously, very recently. And that’s when I realised, that whatever I do in life, wherever I am, if there is one thing that I have to keep on doing, to never stop doing ever, it’s travel. Far or near, easy or difficult, cheap or expensive, to keep walking along many other shores, to keep trekking many other peaks, to keep exploring many other cities, to keep meeting amazing set of people, gaining friends for life all the way…

Three cheers to our group! Hip hip Hurray!
Three cheers to our group! Hip hip Hurray!

Solo Travel – How the bug bit me

Today, 6th July marks the first anniversary of my first step into Solo Travel, hence the dedicated post. Two years in Bangalore and I hadn’t seen anything beyond Hogenakkal falls. Just a few weeks before my solo venture, I had been on hikes to Madhugiri Fort and  Skandagiri hills. But apart from that, nowhere – which was a real disappointment as Bangalore is one of the very few places centred around the most amazing and scenic locations in Karnataka, Kerela and Tamil Nadu as well.

We all wait for a plan to be coined, by friends or colleagues, to go out somewhere. I waited and waited, had planned a few times as well which could not materialise for one reason or another. And then comes a threshold, a brim where you are so frustrated just sitting around at your home, occasionally going out for a movie or dinner. That day came for me in June 2013 when I just wanted to run away from the city, office and personal life chaos.

I had been recommended a travel group called Nirvana Nomads long back, but I wouldn’t dare to go alone, needed at least one friend to accompany me. But no one agreed to the weekend plan to Wayanad for 6-7th July,2013 posted by that group. Well, I had had enough of the dependent nonsense and was fed up with myself for not roaming around at all. So I registered – yes, alone, knowing no one in that group except for the name of the organiser. Hell, I didn’t even know if there was any other girl joining the trip. Looking back, it baffles me how I could even dare to think about going with a random group of people on a weekend trip just like that.

It was still one week to go before the trip and by the mid of the week, I started getting panic attacks. I was frantically running around in office, asking my friends to come along, to not let me go solo – no luck. One day before the trip, the group mails all of us informing about the goods to carry. I take a look at it and am shocked to see rain-coat being one of them. Well, the last time I wore a rain coat, I was 9 or 10. Where the hell am I supposed to get one, one day before the trip! So I decided to work from home the next day, ran to the nearest mall and again ran around asking for rain coats. Luck was in favor, I was able to grab a wildcraft wind-cheater – men’s smallest size but I had no choice.

Okay, so now I am all set, but the second series of panic attacks were yet to come. I reach home, and am suddenly very scared about this unknown factor of the trip. Calling up my mom, crying truckloads, saying all kinds of crap like – “I will be all alone. No one will talk to me. Why am I doing this? I will be extremely bored. There will be all aunty-uncles with their kids on the bus” and what not! My mum and a very dear friend, somehow consoled me and encouraged me to do this, filling me with this hope of having awesome fun.

Fine, no turning back now, I open up the group mail thread and start scouring the list for people boarding the bus from the same pick-up point as mine. Yes, a girl, finally! I call her up and we meet around 9 to wait for the group bus. Listening to her travel experiences with this same group, I realise that I am not the only one doing something which I, to that point, considered extremely illogical. I was feeling okay at this point, well, I really had to because the bus was coming in 10 mins and I couldn’t have another of those crying episodes. The bus arrives, the organisers get down to meet us and whoa! I am in shock to see two very young guys and thinking “okay, so at least the age-factor is no more a concern”. Next, I step into the bus and see the whole crowd and I am thanking God in all might for not sending any uncles and aunties and small kids, for sending a very good mix of guys and gals around the same age-group!

The journey starts and as we all go about introducing ourselves, talking about our backgrounds, I am suddenly extremely happy to have taken this step. Almost all the people in that group had come alone, knowing no one at all, all in search of new friends and looking forward to an adventurous weekend. I am totally out of my discomfort zone now 🙂 . Intros done, the consensus is to play antakshari and off we start. The game was never ending, people going nuts recollecting their song selection from “na”, some cheating by googling the songs but no one is backing out. I think we broke the record of the longest antakshari ever since when someone asked for the time, it was 5 am. WHAT! We played for almost 6 hours straight and the organizers had to really plead people to go to sleep since we had a busy day ahead!

Organizers very casually slipping in "leeches"
Organizers very casually slipping in “leeches”

Next morning, well a few hours after we had slept off, the destination arrives and we disembark. The sight in front of my eyes, tea-gardens all around and itwas raining. It was the first time I had come out of Bangalore, and seeing that magnificent sight just made me realise how idiotic I could be to even care about the less important things about the group n all. But no,  my nightmare was yet to arrive. During the breakfast, someone started talking about leeches. I – “Err, what???”, People – “There will be leeches during the trek to Chembra, carry salt.”, I -“OH MY DEAR LORD! what did I do!”  While I did not get anytime to get over the leech panic, someone points out a leech near my feet. I must have woken up the whole valley with my shriek I think :-/  Okay, so this is what a leech looks like and it sucks blood. And you needn’t worry since leech bite is good for health. Are you kidding me?? I am healthy enough to not want a leech to purify my blood – thank you very much!

Pookut late
Pookut late

No escaping now Ankita, from Wayanad or leeches. We start for Pookut lake post breakfast, stopping on our way to see the Wayanad valley. Each and every sight was mesmerising, I had never seen or experienced being in between the clouds like that. But my mind was still lurking around the leeches 😐 The lake was beautiful and so was the boat-ride but << “umm.. leeches, what am I going to do…” >> Guess what happens after we come back from the lake visit ? We go for a stroll in tea-gardens, sounds good doesn’t it ? But oh no! That’s where the actual leech attack happens, since it was raining cats and dogs and we were going through a highly vegetated route. Guys being so kind, would stop as soon as I shouted and come over to pluck off the leeches from my shoes. This nightmare lasted for some 20-25 minutes, with my continuous cries for help 😛

Reaching back to our home-stay, I declared that I am not going to visit Chembra Peak, the leech trailor was enough to last for a lifetime for me. But the gals and the guys wouldn’t let me reside in my safe-zone. So the next morning, we all get ready, I was screaming inside my head on the thoughts of leeches sucking my blood. That’s when I hear about these three guys in our group who have a solid leech protection plan around the legs – any guesses ??

Legs wrapped up in garbage bags stuck around with duct tape – yes, that was the ultimate protection device present. And of course, I went for it and I am glad I did. Because wearing that, however ridiculous it looked, made me extremely carefree.

See the legs? :P
See the legs? 😛

Now I was all ready to conquer Chembra Peak and the gods were extremely kind on that day to not rain. The weather was breezy and cold, but no leeches at all on the path to the peak. The stop – heart-shaped lake was just like I had seen in pictures and always marvelled at the shape. The trek was amazing, not difficult at all and beautiful throughout the journey.

Heart of Chembra :)
Heart of Chembra 🙂

Our journey back to Bangalore started post our trek and needless to say, the journey was super-fun with continuous rounds of dumb charades and antakshari not letting some poor souls sleep.  I couldn’t speak, forget sing for a week after that trip 😀 It was one of the happiest weekends of my life, seeing such beautiful sights, meeting such awesome like-minded people and making some really good friends. This trip also made me realise how freaking awesome I was at singing and remembering the lyrics to Bollywood songs 😛

Reaching back home, I couldn’t wait to enrol for another trip for the coming weekends. That is what this trip did to me. Making me confident enough to venture out alone, meet adventurous people and gain pals for life. Thank you Nomads, it all started with you and it’s hasn’t ended and you lived up to your name; since in the end, I did achieve Nirvana 🙂 And that my friends, was my toddler step to solo travel.

Nirvana'ed Nomad

A Trek which literally broke me – Kumar Parvata

Well, those of you who haven’t heard of Kumar Parvata, it is one of the highest peaks in Karnataka and hosts the route of the longest and the most difficult trek in the state. I shall not indulge further into KP details, since that is freely available on google.

I shall use this space to divulge my experience with the trekking group Abhiyana. The group was introduced to me by a friend giving reference as cost-effective and super-fun. I had gone on treks earlier with several other trekking groups, and was keen to try a new one for a change!

The journey started on Friday evening and as always happens, I was apprehensive about the crowd in the group since I travel alone and get introduced to new people on-board every time 🙂 Luckily for me, it was one of the most super-fun, helpful and enthusiast group of people I have had the pleasure of traveling with so far! The trek began at this very base


Everyone started on an extremely high note – being extremely innocent about the fact that we are going to carry bagpack plus sleeping bag plus sleeping mat plus tent for the next 7 kms ( Read: highly-ambitious-and-stupid Ankita! 😛 ). Well, as they say, slow-death is the worst death – I got to experience the trailer this time.

Staircases made of tree branches and trunks, each step 1 feet apart, we climbed and climbed and when I stopped to ask Sagar – our lead if we had almost completed 2 kms, the look on his face and the evil grin made me cringe and die a little inside.. his exact words being – “If it makes you happy, 2 kms it is” 😥  “Stairway to Heaven” seemed really real here!!!


My back was pulling me back and every step I took made me realize how extremely stupid decision it was to think that I would be able to make it to the peak very easily. Well, my confidence came from conquering peaks like Mullyanagiri, Tadiyandamol, Chembra, Skandagiri and many more hikes which I was able to do without a break! God finally decided to test my patience and stamina here.

All the prayers I knew and all the energy I had was slowly being sucked out of my soul when I couldn’t see the end to that stupid forest trail ever!Taking a look at my very desperate and sad face, Venkatesh and Kumar decided to off-load my luggage and would not let me stop at all. Kumar went on to offer electrol as well, I really felt like an ICU patient then 😛


Come-on Ankita, don’t stop here…..

Well, somehow after a few more kms, we finished the forest trail and landed at a very scenic stop, post-which I would just not budge! ~~5 more mins please ~~ Then my prayers were answered when we had to wait for Pavan and party to arrive for water.


Yea,well – KILL ME NOW!

On we continued, to the grace of God landing at an extremely scenic location where Pavan’s idea of selfies materialized like anything! Posing for good clicks is something which would pump loads of energy in me – people tried to bribe me with pics later to make me move! 😀


Aren’t we all super-happy to see the fifty shades of green above and the lovely scenery behind. But Pavan was the party pooper to announce “Guys! Let’s start, we are half-way done!” WHAT! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! My head started spinning and I would have really punched him there had I been the only one crying about it! 😛

Well, we started again, and by this time I had given up the idea of going to the peak after reaching Bhattaramane. To which, Pavan bribes me with Snickers. Snickers?? Really?? When the back and legs are paining like hell and you feel like dying, a massage would have been a better offer.. 😥

The idea of clicking also seemed destitute at this point. I just wanted to reach the stop and lie and die and whatever. Someone shorten this freaking damn journey for me! Never have I ever experienced a pain this kind, that I actually had to lie down and sleep for 15 mins on the way before we could reach the stop.

All said and done, we reach the stop and grab lunch. This is when I get to know that the rest of the group had left for the peak. I don’t know what happened to me, but I was soo pissed and angry and sad that I decided to try for the peak as well. So, Pavan, Manu, Veena and I start post-lunch to reach KP or the nearest we can to KP.

This is when the mighty sun decides to punish me for even thinking about moving more and comes out in the full bloom. I couldn’t take the heat and the burn on the skin and suddenly the discomfort you get on doing some physical activity post-food started. It’s like the universe didn’t want me to take any step further. At this point, I was almost in tears begging Pavan to go back. But these people wouldn’t stop and kept bribing me about reaching the first mile-stone “Mantapa” – that place never seemed to come to sight however much I walked and hiked. Many pit-stops ahead and almost killing myself in the process, I could finally reach Mantapa.

And that’s when the universe decided to reward us for all the hard-work and toil with the most brilliant weather ever. With the first step of descent, the clouds starting engulfing the mountains. Pavan pointed us ahead to the mountain range being showered on by heavy rains – a sight none of us can ever forget. The clouds were making a dash to the mountain we were on and we were dashing to our place of stay to avoid rains. Suddenly, clouds came all over us, but didn’t pour over.. we just stood there, taking in the breeze and the green, the feeling cannot be described in words, just felt..


On arriving at our stop, the brave-hearted team of 9 people in our group was welcomed with cheers and claps – the guys completed 23 kms in 5 damn hours! God help them 😛 !

For me, the most exciting part of the trek started after that when we pitched in our tents for the night. The place was at the edge of a cliff, surrounded by lush-green mountain ranges, clouds and mist. On top of that, the incredibly stupid and funny antakshari hosted by Krishna kept the night alive 🙂


The next morning served us with the most serene views we could ever hope to lay our eyes on. See for yourself


Well, it is at this point, when I forgot all about my backache and muscle cramps and was all smiles to take in the nature all for myself


The descent began after a not-so-filling breakfast, Bhattaru really needs to see more cooking shows on his cable! It’s funny how the excruciatingly painful four-hour ascent to the base became an easy two hour descent 🙂

Well, 23 kms of hike, trek, and climb later, I couldn’t wait to get a shower and be done with the muck, soil, sweat and dirt. But hail the enthusiasm of my fellow riders, who would now go for play in the river 😛


Well, lucky for me; not going to the river was a blessing in disguise to get the darshana at Subramanya temple in 10 minutes without standing in queue, which has another interesting story to itself 🙂

The journey back to Bangalore could not have been funnier and awesomer with the never ending Mafia and pass the message around games; not to forget the circuit damage between Veena and Kumar and between Deepak and Arun! Games followed by antakshari, followed by singing random songs, even bhakti ones thanks to Sravan, Krishna and Pavan – Why God why!

All the ups and downs, tears and laughter aside, the trek was a memory to be cherished. Kudos to Sagar and Pavan for making sure that over-confident trekkers ( read Ankita ) are brought down to earth 🙂 – jokes aside, you guys rock!

The message I have for my fellow trekkers which I learnt from this trek would be “Think before you climb”! 😀