For a person smitten by wanderlust, even a minuscule opportunity of packing the knapsack and hitting off the roads would not go ungrabbed. So, this time, during a long weekend, we went to very humble Puri beach. All we wanted was to spend some moments of rendezvous with the rains, mildewed weather and the gay sea breeze.
On reaching Puri, we were quite taken aback to see the rowdy crowd there, not that we didn't know that no person would sit at home and waste the opportunity of not going to the nearby sea beach, but never expected the heavily populated and madding sea beach. There the ocean roared during high tides, and here the people jostled with selfie sticks as if they haven't been to a sea beach and they need to capture each and every moment of their community bathing! We, too, swayed around and swept with the waves, as if the time had stopped, felt the sea breeze and the towing under currents sweeping the soil under our feet and had 'daaber jol' afterwards.
Our next stop was the 'Wild Grass Restaurant'. We were quite hungry and excited to taste local cuisine and made it a point that we should go somewhere offering different from the ubiquitous 'Bengali Food Available' flashed restaurants. As we seated ourselves in the quaint table, the menu book whetted our appetite with the coastal cuisines. The food was absolutely delicious, very local, very different. Yes! That's what we had wanted. I was just flipping through the menu book to find out any other hidden treasure in the form of food and caught hold of the advertisement of the cycle tours around the city. In the midst of having the crab curry, we contacted the concerned person and the next moment we knew that we are going on a cycling trip the next evening.
I spent the night quite anxiously, to be true. I had cycled about 15 years ago. I know every nuances of cycling but I was out of practice. There was a also a scare of heavy rainfall and storms the next evening. Amidst the scare, we got ready and went to the 'Wild Grass' again to meet our guide and the cycles which were arranged for us. After a short wait, the cycles were ready and my fellow companions started practicing with them. As I started, my legs began to tremble. Just when I was thinking of giving up the try, I found the balance and happily pedalled away ahead of my other friends. The road was smooth with the sides enshrouded with the wet, green trees till we reached the entrance of the Balukhand Sanctuary. As the name Balukhand suggests, we were greeted by a small tract of 'balu' or 'sand just on our way and we had to get down from our cycles. After we crossed the tract on foot with the cycles on our sides, there was a red gravel laden path ahead of us tearing away a wood of cashewnut and casuarina trees. Our guide explained us about the social forestry programme taking place here and how the Odisha government is trying to bring the tribal people on its fold by assigning them responsibilities to take care of the sanctuary and the short stretch of an enclosed beach skirting the sanctuary.
The gravelly path can be called 'a green mile' for the sheets of greenery spreading on both the sides. The sheets looked greener in the month of August for the bounty of rainfall blessing them intermittently. There was a scare of rainfall too, as we cycled away towards the enclosed beach, but the rain gods decided to take a break that evening and spare the novice-out of practice-bicycle riders. The path was steep on a few stretches and my legs started to show signs of tiredness. I continued with a determination to not stop and then after a few metres I noticed that I was losing balance. I didn't know how I fell, but I found myself smeared with red dust. Brushing away the dust, I rode the cycle once again and did not stop till I reached the beach. And what a landscape it was!
The beach had no crowd, it was full of natural sand dunes and the sand looked blandly golden with the rays of the setting sun. Bland, because, the sky was still cloudy. We sat for a while, stretched our legs and saw the sea ahead of us. The waves had started to lose the blue hue. The roar had started to calm down. The surging waves had started to subside and waved us goodbye as we rode back on our cycles and headed back.
A surprise awaited us as we rode on our way back through the National Highway. Our guide told us to stop in front of a roadside eatery for a tea break. Fresh cottage cheese and 'dal pakouri' or lentil fritters were served to us along with the tea. Our guide apologized to us as he could not arrange 'chhana pora' or a type of local cheesecake. He looked sorry, but we assured him that we were overwhelmed to taste the fresh cottage cheese and the spicy dal pakouris and we can ride a few more kilometres with a new zeal.
The return journey was eventless save the fact that I fell down again trying to save a street dog. As we returned to our hotel, our bodies ached but our minds returned rejuvenated. Sometimes, simple joys can feel you with childlike exuberance and breathe in new oxygen to you to tide on over the mundane life until you can venture out again to satiate your wanderlust.
P.S:
Name of our guide: Mr. Yugabrata Kar.
He is a member of Puri Cycling Club and conduct cycling tours through different trails in Puri.
We took part in Nature trail. The other trails are namely Village trails and Puri Heritage Trails.
Contact Details:
Mobile Number: +91 9437023656
Email id: bubu@heritagetoursorissa.com
Or,
Visit Wild Grass Restaurant, Puri and they will contact you to the person.
Photography Courtesy: Avik Das, Sudip Basak.
Disclaimer: Please do not copy any of the information without giving due credit to the photo owners and the blog owner.
On reaching Puri, we were quite taken aback to see the rowdy crowd there, not that we didn't know that no person would sit at home and waste the opportunity of not going to the nearby sea beach, but never expected the heavily populated and madding sea beach. There the ocean roared during high tides, and here the people jostled with selfie sticks as if they haven't been to a sea beach and they need to capture each and every moment of their community bathing! We, too, swayed around and swept with the waves, as if the time had stopped, felt the sea breeze and the towing under currents sweeping the soil under our feet and had 'daaber jol' afterwards.
Our next stop was the 'Wild Grass Restaurant'. We were quite hungry and excited to taste local cuisine and made it a point that we should go somewhere offering different from the ubiquitous 'Bengali Food Available' flashed restaurants. As we seated ourselves in the quaint table, the menu book whetted our appetite with the coastal cuisines. The food was absolutely delicious, very local, very different. Yes! That's what we had wanted. I was just flipping through the menu book to find out any other hidden treasure in the form of food and caught hold of the advertisement of the cycle tours around the city. In the midst of having the crab curry, we contacted the concerned person and the next moment we knew that we are going on a cycling trip the next evening.
I spent the night quite anxiously, to be true. I had cycled about 15 years ago. I know every nuances of cycling but I was out of practice. There was a also a scare of heavy rainfall and storms the next evening. Amidst the scare, we got ready and went to the 'Wild Grass' again to meet our guide and the cycles which were arranged for us. After a short wait, the cycles were ready and my fellow companions started practicing with them. As I started, my legs began to tremble. Just when I was thinking of giving up the try, I found the balance and happily pedalled away ahead of my other friends. The road was smooth with the sides enshrouded with the wet, green trees till we reached the entrance of the Balukhand Sanctuary. As the name Balukhand suggests, we were greeted by a small tract of 'balu' or 'sand just on our way and we had to get down from our cycles. After we crossed the tract on foot with the cycles on our sides, there was a red gravel laden path ahead of us tearing away a wood of cashewnut and casuarina trees. Our guide explained us about the social forestry programme taking place here and how the Odisha government is trying to bring the tribal people on its fold by assigning them responsibilities to take care of the sanctuary and the short stretch of an enclosed beach skirting the sanctuary.
The gravelly path can be called 'a green mile' for the sheets of greenery spreading on both the sides. The sheets looked greener in the month of August for the bounty of rainfall blessing them intermittently. There was a scare of rainfall too, as we cycled away towards the enclosed beach, but the rain gods decided to take a break that evening and spare the novice-out of practice-bicycle riders. The path was steep on a few stretches and my legs started to show signs of tiredness. I continued with a determination to not stop and then after a few metres I noticed that I was losing balance. I didn't know how I fell, but I found myself smeared with red dust. Brushing away the dust, I rode the cycle once again and did not stop till I reached the beach. And what a landscape it was!
A surprise awaited us as we rode on our way back through the National Highway. Our guide told us to stop in front of a roadside eatery for a tea break. Fresh cottage cheese and 'dal pakouri' or lentil fritters were served to us along with the tea. Our guide apologized to us as he could not arrange 'chhana pora' or a type of local cheesecake. He looked sorry, but we assured him that we were overwhelmed to taste the fresh cottage cheese and the spicy dal pakouris and we can ride a few more kilometres with a new zeal.
The return journey was eventless save the fact that I fell down again trying to save a street dog. As we returned to our hotel, our bodies ached but our minds returned rejuvenated. Sometimes, simple joys can feel you with childlike exuberance and breathe in new oxygen to you to tide on over the mundane life until you can venture out again to satiate your wanderlust.
P.S:
Name of our guide: Mr. Yugabrata Kar.
He is a member of Puri Cycling Club and conduct cycling tours through different trails in Puri.
We took part in Nature trail. The other trails are namely Village trails and Puri Heritage Trails.
Contact Details:
Mobile Number: +91 9437023656
Email id: bubu@heritagetoursorissa.com
Or,
Visit Wild Grass Restaurant, Puri and they will contact you to the person.
Photography Courtesy: Avik Das, Sudip Basak.
Disclaimer: Please do not copy any of the information without giving due credit to the photo owners and the blog owner.
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