I had travelled to many places when i was a kid. My father was working in a bank and these bankers got some excellent perks like travel allowance and all. But ofcourse once in 2 years. My father was one of the guys who utilised these offers to the maximum. He found it as a way to entertain his family and pile up the memories in photographs. Chennai,Bombay,Delhi,Kashmir,Shimla... so many places. These all went by until I was 15. After that we had a long break. May be my exams, my brothers exams, other constraints.. we missed our trips.
My father made strange decisions like he never allowed me to go for school picnics. But when i was in 8 or 9th i had sufficient courage to fight,struggle and starve to gain his permissions. Our school as usual went to regular places like Bangalore, Mysore, Coorg, Veega Land and so on... From then on i never missed an excurison whether it is expensive or not. And the best part of it was i had some close friends who kept my spirits high.
When i joined college, things and people were different. These stupid studious girls,they never supported in any activities. They had always reasons of records,submissions,exams..OOffff i really hate that part. This was the time when i missed my best friends i had in school. By that time my parents were also strict that only if they had sufficient number of girls they wud allow me. That was just because of this pudding- head boys. Excursions were a platform for them to show their liquor drinking capacities to other girls. My mother somehow knew this and she always verified if there is sufficient number of girls with me. Somehow i managed that and finally when i was in my last semester, our boys gang got up with an idea of 10 day tour. Negotiations with hosteller girls,day-scholars girls went by for a month and finally it was revised to a one day picnic so that atleast 10 girls were attending. Pathetic situation :)
And where to go with this group? the only choice was wayanad, which was 5hr journey fom our place kannur. With so much of excitement i was always in the top list who were going for the tour. To the paradise i must say.
Truely no other place attracted me so much. The silence, the mystery, the danger... i could feel the power of forest. We went to edakkal, meenmutty,soojippara that day. Trekking @ edakkal is still my evertime favourite experience. i felt proud when i was among the fewest of the few girls who climbed till the top. Actually i have no big idea about the place,its culture and prosperity. But something within me was loving the place so much. We did not even cover 10% of the places in wayanad that day. But in my mind i wrote that i will come to this place again.
Years have passed since all this happened. I got married and luckily(or unluckily) the only common thing i have with my hubby is that spirit of adventure. We planned our honeymoon to Wayanad. But somehow that idea had to be dropped and he went back abroad. For the next 1 and half year I had to wait till my dreams of getting back to the place got fulfilled. I was very stubborn that before i deliver a child i wanted to go trekking to wayanad. I dont know whether there is any connection between the matters i mentioned but somehow i wanted it. Maybe because I never wanted to take the chance of trekking in wayanad with my child, which is atmost impossible.
My husband(Renjith) had the idea of renting a bike and going all places around alone,but after much search we had to be satisfied with rent-a-car as the people there didnt take the risk to give us a bike. We were very dissapointed. The best or the worst part (till now i couldnt decide which) is that we were among the very rare people who visited Wayanad during strong monsoons.
With a little bit of browsing we booked the first hotel we saw, the great Haritagiri hotel kalpetta. Renjith said it was the most appropriate place from where we can go to all tourist places. We had infact lot of expectations regarding that hotel.
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