This post is in continuation with my earlier post on Shillong. We landed at Assam because direct flights to Meghalaya were not available. So after a comfortable flight with some turbulence, we finally touched down at Lokpriya Gopinath Bordoloi International Airport in Guwahati.
I firmly believe
that an airport is a city's calling card, its first impression. And let me tell
you, what was Guwahati's first impression? Vibrant, colourful, and bursting
with life – much like the flight itself!
As you navigate
the maze of corridors towards the exit, you are greeted by a delightful assault
on the senses. Local art spills out from every corner—think intricate bamboo
idols and masks decked out in traditional Assamese attire: the iconic white and
red Gamcha and the graceful Mekhala Chador. The colours are a feast for the
eyes, a riot of hues that perfectly mirror the city's energetic spirit. I am
already hooked.
After soaking in the sights at the airport, we readied ourselves for a five-hour car ride to Shillong, our first stop. Bijoy would be our driver for the duration of our trip.
So, I embarked on a road trip to Meghalaya, blissfully unaware of the 5-7 hour marathon that awaited me. But hey, Northeastern India was calling, and I was answering! The initial hours were a sensory feast – vibrant colours, unfamiliar sounds, and aromas. Then, the inevitable happened: I succumbed to the lullaby of the road and drifted off to sleep. Humans have an internal alarm clock, an amazing invisible thing. I jolted awake as we approached the Assam border. And then I saw it: a glorious sign proclaiming "Welcome to Assam." I turned to the driver, utterly confused. "We're in Meghalaya, right?" I asked. He chuckled. "Yep, we're driving along the Meghalaya side of the road. If you want to be in Assam, just cross the street!" My jaw dropped. Apparently, the state line was literally just across the road! We were zooming past so quickly I couldn't even snap a picture (though you can see a similar image in Vibav Verma's post – check it out here!).
After a week at Shillong, we were back in Assam, Kaziranga.
Shillong was a week of misty mountains and musical evenings, but let's be honest, the real highlight of my North East adventure was the food. After surviving on questionable hotel fare, I finally found salvation at Anurrag Dhaaba, a roadside oasis of Assamese culinary delights. Forget Instagrammable plates; I was too busy inhaling the aroma of the Baingun Baaja (eggplant fry) to even think about photos. Honestly, the potato fry and raw banana fry were equally divine. It's no wonder bananas are a religion in the Northeast – they're practically a food group!
Kaziranga itself was a whirlwind of jeep rides and elephant encounters. The sheer scale of the reserve blew me away. It's not just a jungle; it's a vast ecosystem where humans and wildlife have coexisted for generations. It's a reminder that conservation is not just about fences and restrictions, but about finding a way for people and animals to thrive together. Now, if only they served that Assamese thali on the Jeep safaris...
Kaziranga. The name conjures images of one-horned rhinos, vast grasslands, and yes, elephant rides. While I was initially thrilled at the prospect of exploring this incredible sanctuary from atop these gentle giants, a pang of guilt quickly set in.
Don't get me wrong, these elephants were clearly well-cared for. But seeing these magnificent creatures, the epitome of grace and power, reduced to a mode of transportation for tourists felt… wrong. It was like renting a Ferrari to go to the grocery store. I constantly battled the urge to apologize, assuring the elephant I'd gladly walk. Ultimately, I understand that these elephants are domesticated and cannot be released back into the wild. Perhaps, by supporting these rides, I was contributing to their upkeep. But let's be honest, it was a deeply conflicted joyride.
Okay, I'll admit it. I've always been a sucker for those classic National Geographic shots: the sun setting over the African savanna, a lone acacia tree silhouetted against the sky, and maybe a majestic elephant reaching for a branch. But let me tell you, nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for Kaziranga. Every jeep ride, every sighting, – my heart was doing a Bollywood-style tap dance in my chest. It was exhilarating, humbling, and utterly unforgettable. Kaziranga: where reality surpassed even my wildest National Geographic fantasies.
Though renowned for its tigers, this incredible reserve offers so much more. Beyond the thrilling glimpses of rhinos and elephants, I was captivated by the natural wonders scattered throughout. Two trees, in particular, left a lasting impression. The first, a testament to the raw power of nature, boasted an unusual growth, almost like a tumour, that locals believe has been developing over centuries.
The park's cultural show was equally captivating. A young host, brimming with pride for her state's traditions, showcased vibrant dance and music. It was a heartwarming display of cultural heritage without a hint of nationalism.
Finally, the Orchidarium itself was a revelation. Usually, I find them a bit monotonous, but this one was different. Our enthusiastic guide, whose name escapes me (mea culpa!), started with a charming introduction in Hindi. He then led us on an enchanting walk, revealing the quirky wonders of orchids – a testament to Mother Nature's playful creativity.
The Orchidarium itself was a revelation. Our guide, whose name I unfortunately forgot (I wish him all the best!), was incredibly enthusiastic. He led us on an enchanting walk, revealing the quirky wonders of orchids – a testament to Mother Nature's playful creativity.
Some of the most captivating flowers I encountered are featured in the accompanying pictures.
Our flight was unexpectedly preponed, throwing our plans into chaos. Despite the panic, we persevered. The wait was agonizing, but at 1 PM, we were granted darshan – a surreal and humbling experience.
Earlier, a surprise stop at the Mritunjay Temple in Nagaon, shaped like a Shivalinga, strengthened our resolve to visit Kamakya the following day. It was a powerful reminder of the spiritual forces at play.
This trip to Assam, culminating in the unexpected grace of Kamakya, was an unforgettable end to the year.
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