December
2012 – Two hours through the villages, dodging ducklings following their moms
on the roads, breathing in the pleasantly chilly morning air and eying giant guavas
being packed for transport in banana leaves, I was in Kolkata , on my way to
the banks of the Ganges to board a steamer to Sunderban.
With
the poem ‘Tiger Tiger burning bright ….’ resounding in my mind as I walked the
plank (literally) to board the steamer that would take us to the Sunderban
Forest Reserve, I knew I was in for 2 days of complete unadulterated, rustic
,pure discovery. Having booked a backpack tour to the acclaimed mangrove forest
famous for housing the biggest and more ferocious species of the royal cat-the
Royal Bengal Tiger, we had set sail with a call to my mom saying that I will
not be accessible on the phone for the next 2 days and her still absorbing the
fact that I wanted to spend my 1st anniversary in a jungle.
For
those who do not know, the Sunderbans is a UNESCO World Heritage Site covering part
of Bangladesh and Indian state of West Bengal. The 3 hour
boat ride through the Ganges delta would land us at our camp – a village called
Dayapur, which I shall talk more about in a bit. Our guide, Mowgli (who refused
to feel cold, clad in a sleeveless green jacked secured with a casual knot and
funky cargos) talked us through the history of the swamps as I enthusiastically
fixed up my camera lens, ready for some shooting action. The varieties of the
forests that exist in Sunderbans include mangrove scrub, littoral
forest, saltwater mixed forest, brackish
water mixed forest
and swamp forest. Just as he was about to tell us some
more, he spotted a blue feathered creature with a determined, long beak and a
black crown for a head – our first spotting – the Black Capped Kingfisher!!
The Sunderban mangroves are known for the abundant species of kingfisher, including some species which migrate here during winter months. As we moved along the waters, we managed to get a few good shots of the varieties of kingfisher perched on the half submerged tree branches mysteriously emerging from the waters, herons and pure white specs of egrets darting off the surface, fishing.
The Sunderban mangroves are known for the abundant species of kingfisher, including some species which migrate here during winter months. As we moved along the waters, we managed to get a few good shots of the varieties of kingfisher perched on the half submerged tree branches mysteriously emerging from the waters, herons and pure white specs of egrets darting off the surface, fishing.
As
we reached our ecovillage – Dayapur – a candidly delicious traditional Bengali
treat of dal, rice, fish and veges awaited our hungry bellies. The speed with
which the foreigners in our group of about 15 seated themselves on ‘chattais’
laid out for the meal made me hungrier and the food smelt simply welcoming. The
ecovillage was well – an ecovillage – no electricity, hurricane lamps for light
at night and beautifully comfortable mud huts with mosquito nets, with the
option to sleep on the boat if we wanted to. Bag and baggage settled into our hut named ‘Elvis
Presley’ (gawk!) with our 2 American roommates (community quarters) Mowgli
called out for a walk through the village.
Village kids and a dog in tow, our
group walked around the island village and boarded small boats which would take
us for a short trip through the mangroves till sundown. Negotiating the river
to enter the mangroves, our 3 boats stopped in the middle of all the serenity
and eeriness as our guide narrated a true story of how 20 fishermen were killed
somewhere in the middle of this mystifying forest when they ignored the tide timings.
It’s simply a lost situation if one lands on the sand, since it just sucks in
your body, just like quicksand. A few minutes of silence and not a word said,
we were all in a world with our minds running reels on the beauty, bustle and unknowns
of the mangroves of Sunderban. Suddenly…. We wear a shriek from the last boat,
in the midst of the silence-Its one of the guide’s voiced dilemma on whether to
buy beer bottles or cans for the night’s bonfire! After quite a few giggles and
stares at the man, our boats moved on to head back to camp. What awaited us was
Mowgli sitting in the dark in the middle of our camp, with a bonfire and a
kettle – tea time! Stories and cups of tea later, the folk dance group’s
instrument tunings made us turn towards them. The Bengali folk program in the
form of a storytelling play left us enthralled and entertained and hungry for
dinner. Hurricane lamps lit and mosquito nets pulled down , it was the end of
day 1!
Our
2nd day at Sunderbans started off at 5.30 am with both breakfast and
lunch cooked on the boat itself. This day, it was more than just feathers that
we spotted. We came within a few feet of the great Indian crocodile (4 of them
at different spots), beautiful spotted deer, the monitor lizard and a few more
birds. Perched at the nose of our boat, camera zoom lense in place, we traversed
the waters of the Sunderbans, keeping an eye out for streaks of yellow and
black. Alas, after about 5 hours on the boat, the trip was coming to an end
with no tiger spotted, but definitely an experience worth remembering and writing
about.