Last weekend presented another opportunity to be in Coorg with the Friday also being a holiday. We decided to go somewhere and not stick around in Bangalore, as the thought of spending three days at home doesn’t appease many. I made some urgent bookings and found about this camp named Civet Creek. My short and brief conversation with the camp owners yielded us the accommodation. As usual, I took my bull to ride on, accompanied with a couple of more bulls that roared the highway for 8 hours. We reached Madikeri @ 2 in the afternoon and then we were instructed to travel 15 Kms more to reach the camp. We dragged ourselves to the camp half dead and half exhausted.
We reached the designated spot and found a helper of the camp waiting for us. He showed us the camp which looked a mile away and said that cars wouldn’t be able to traverse the rest of the stretch and then started a tiresome walk to the camp, through a winding path of wilderness. I used to have these imaginations as a kid of a huge wild cat jumping off from the woods when I am walking such wild paths. I had this recurring thought of something moving in the bushes both sides and wondered which side to be addressed first. But all that was suppressed when the path terminated into something that looked more civilized and I found that we have finally arrived. The place looked simple and like any other camp, it had tents and I had already been informed that there isn’t any electricity in that place. As we arrived in the afternoon, the non-merciful sun was relentlessly relaying heat and with the luggage in hand and my biking gears on, I felt like jumping into a pool for the rest of the day. We took a break of half an hour and headed to the dining space and filled ourselves with food that we have been craving for. The entire infrastructure was made up of thatched roof and no concrete structure could be seen. Smart Investment I should say, as the ROI on this cheap infrastructure is bound to be high atleast in the future. The tents were clean and fresh sheets were in place. So the arrival day saw us lazing around in the tents and around it and waiting something exciting to happen. The following day turned out to be better as we experienced the early morning chill and the sleep replenishing the exhaustion. We set out to a nearby waterfall in the afternoon after breakfast and surprisingly it was much cooler than the earlier day. The trek to waterfall deserves a mention. Half the trek is more of climbs and the other half is walking beside and sometime on the stream which would be the waterfall later. After the trek we stood in front of a ridge, which dropped a 70 ft. The helper garnered the rope and tied it up to the tree and asked us to descend down using the rope. This made it even more interesting as it took something to reach this waterfall. We all made it safely, some without uttering a word, some with a war cry & some after a lot of contemplation. Once in the waterfall, we were so amused that we ignored every hitch in life and slipped into the chilly fresh waters gushing down to us. It was FUN.
All done, and snaps taken we treaded upwards through the drop and ascending is always easier than descending. Being in water always increases hunger and we headed to the camp hungry and tired.
The camp also offers shooting facilities and they had a decent air rifle and some of the ‘wanna be’ cowboys got engaged with some target practice. The afternoon saw most of sleeping all the way and the evening was spent playing games together. The next day, as predicted, we started 2 hours later and reached Bangalore @ 10 after one of my fellow bikers machine gave way in the middle of the highway.
It wasn’t the typical Coorg experience for sure. An interesting place and affordable at the same time. Overall, we went together as a bunch of friends which kind of multiplies the fun quotient.
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