One of the less explored trekking trails of India, Dzukou valley, located at the border of Nagaland and Manipur, abundant with lush greenery, calm surroundings and a lavish spread of hills all around, is a visual treat for nature lovers. Here's a virtual peak into its sublime beauty.
Having always wanted to explore more of the the North-Eastern part of India, the stories that I heard about the uniqueness of Dzukou valley and the tribal culture of Nagaland made me choose it as my next destination.
I flew from Hyderabad to Dimapur, the only airport and railhead in Nagaland. From the airport, I took an auto to Dimapur railway station, from where you will easily find shared Jeeps to Kohima. Now brace yourselves for a 3 hour long, tiring, bumpy ride on bad roads that will test your fitness and agility, after which you will reach Kohima, the capital city. It was almost sundown by the time I reached there, so I stayed there that night and headed towards a nearby village called Kigwema, the next day. If you are looking for luxurious hotels, Kohima is where you should stay put, because beyond it, in the villages, you will mostly find only basic homestays. I would suggest you to not spend too much time in Kohima and instead explore more of the villages because they are a lot more serene and peaceful.
Kigwema can act as your base camp for the trek to both Dzukou valley and Japfu peak. There are a handful of homestays available here. Unless you go during the peak season (winter/hornbill festival), you should be able to easily find rooms. I would highly recommend Akieno's homestay for their unbelievable hospitality. The heritage village, Kisama, which is also the site for Hornbill festival, is a short hike away from here. The heritage complex, showcasing the different tribes of Nagaland, their architecture and customs, is open all around the year, even when the festival is not on. There is also a museum (closed on Sundays) and a park inside the village.
I then headed to Dzukou valley, which was my primary motivation for the trip. There are two routes to Dzukou valley - the shorter but steeper route starts from Zakhama and the longer but easier route starts from Viswema. Both these places are reachable from Kigwema by a short taxi ride. I chose Zakhama since it was a lot closer to where I stayed, than Viswema. Both the routes are fairly simple and there is already a ton of information out there about the routes that, you can do the trek on your own, but if you are going solo, beware that this is a fairly lesser known trek and during off season you might find few people on the way. If you wish to, you may hire a guide from any of the surrounding villages. It took me about 4 hours to reach the rest house at the top. The temperature drops down rapidly as you go high, so go prepared with sufficient warm clothing and rain gear if you go around monsoon. While it is possible to return back the same day if you are fast enough and start early, I strongly recommend staying there overnight to explore the valley and not miss some of the unforgettable sights of the valley. The rest house has a couple of dormitories, a few rooms and a basic kitchen. I spent the remainder of the day and a good part of the next morning exploring the valley after which I trekked downhill, back again to Zakhama via the same route, and then took a taxi back to Kigwema.
Due to unfavourable weather conditions, I skipped the trek to Japfu peak. My next stop was an Angami village, Khonoma. It is also known as the green village because hunting and cutting down trees are banned here. To reach Khonoma you first need to get to Kohima, and then from there it is an hour's drive by bus or taxi. With its magnificent paddy fields, intriguing architecture and greenery all around, taking a stroll around the village is a pleasant experience by itself, but hiring a guide is recommended if you wish to learn more about it. There is only one bus out of Khonoma, at 5.30 A.M. So, unless you have arranged for your own private vehicle, you need to stay there overnight and take the bus next morning to reach Kohima, which is what I did. While in Kohima, do visit the war memorial.
My next plan was to visit Mon, in the northern part of Nagaland, where the Konyaks live. A bus from Kohima to Mon would take about 14 hours on bad roads, overnight. So I instead chose to go back to Dimapur, and take a train to Bhojo in Assam (the train would take 4-5 hours). From Bhojo take an auto to Sonari, and then you can take a taxi or a bus and reach Mon in 3 hours. I then went to an intriguing village called Longwa, half of which lies in India, and the other half in Myanmar. This is the only part of Nagaland where you can meet headhunters. Other attractions include the Angh's house, through which the international boundary line runs and the border pillar which gives a vantage point to both sides of the village. You can reach Longwa from Mon by a shared jeep, but the seats are limited and you need to book in advance.
To return back to Hyderabad, I did not want to go all the way back to Dimapur to take a flight, so I instead went to Dibrugarh in Assam which is the closest airport to Mon. You can take a shared jeep from Mon to Sonari. Based on when you reach Sonari, you may or may not find a direct bus to Dibrugarh. I could not get one, so I took a bus to Moran, and then another one to Dibrugarh. It takes 3 hours to reach Sonari, and another 2.5 hours from there to Dibrugarh. The earliest public transport out of Mon is at 7 A.M (It may get further delayed based on how may seats fill up) and there is none on Sundays, so you may want to plan accordingly.
All domestic tourists need an Inner Line Permit to visit Nagaland, which can be obtained in person in Delhi, Kolkata, Guwahati, Shillong (you may need to check the official site for the latest list) or if you are unable to do so, you can get it done via a private tour operator by sending scanned copies of your ID.
I flew from Hyderabad to Dimapur, the only airport and railhead in Nagaland. From the airport, I took an auto to Dimapur railway station, from where you will easily find shared Jeeps to Kohima. Now brace yourselves for a 3 hour long, tiring, bumpy ride on bad roads that will test your fitness and agility, after which you will reach Kohima, the capital city. It was almost sundown by the time I reached there, so I stayed there that night and headed towards a nearby village called Kigwema, the next day. If you are looking for luxurious hotels, Kohima is where you should stay put, because beyond it, in the villages, you will mostly find only basic homestays. I would suggest you to not spend too much time in Kohima and instead explore more of the villages because they are a lot more serene and peaceful.
Kigwema can act as your base camp for the trek to both Dzukou valley and Japfu peak. There are a handful of homestays available here. Unless you go during the peak season (winter/hornbill festival), you should be able to easily find rooms. I would highly recommend Akieno's homestay for their unbelievable hospitality. The heritage village, Kisama, which is also the site for Hornbill festival, is a short hike away from here. The heritage complex, showcasing the different tribes of Nagaland, their architecture and customs, is open all around the year, even when the festival is not on. There is also a museum (closed on Sundays) and a park inside the village.
I then headed to Dzukou valley, which was my primary motivation for the trip. There are two routes to Dzukou valley - the shorter but steeper route starts from Zakhama and the longer but easier route starts from Viswema. Both these places are reachable from Kigwema by a short taxi ride. I chose Zakhama since it was a lot closer to where I stayed, than Viswema. Both the routes are fairly simple and there is already a ton of information out there about the routes that, you can do the trek on your own, but if you are going solo, beware that this is a fairly lesser known trek and during off season you might find few people on the way. If you wish to, you may hire a guide from any of the surrounding villages. It took me about 4 hours to reach the rest house at the top. The temperature drops down rapidly as you go high, so go prepared with sufficient warm clothing and rain gear if you go around monsoon. While it is possible to return back the same day if you are fast enough and start early, I strongly recommend staying there overnight to explore the valley and not miss some of the unforgettable sights of the valley. The rest house has a couple of dormitories, a few rooms and a basic kitchen. I spent the remainder of the day and a good part of the next morning exploring the valley after which I trekked downhill, back again to Zakhama via the same route, and then took a taxi back to Kigwema.
Due to unfavourable weather conditions, I skipped the trek to Japfu peak. My next stop was an Angami village, Khonoma. It is also known as the green village because hunting and cutting down trees are banned here. To reach Khonoma you first need to get to Kohima, and then from there it is an hour's drive by bus or taxi. With its magnificent paddy fields, intriguing architecture and greenery all around, taking a stroll around the village is a pleasant experience by itself, but hiring a guide is recommended if you wish to learn more about it. There is only one bus out of Khonoma, at 5.30 A.M. So, unless you have arranged for your own private vehicle, you need to stay there overnight and take the bus next morning to reach Kohima, which is what I did. While in Kohima, do visit the war memorial.
My next plan was to visit Mon, in the northern part of Nagaland, where the Konyaks live. A bus from Kohima to Mon would take about 14 hours on bad roads, overnight. So I instead chose to go back to Dimapur, and take a train to Bhojo in Assam (the train would take 4-5 hours). From Bhojo take an auto to Sonari, and then you can take a taxi or a bus and reach Mon in 3 hours. I then went to an intriguing village called Longwa, half of which lies in India, and the other half in Myanmar. This is the only part of Nagaland where you can meet headhunters. Other attractions include the Angh's house, through which the international boundary line runs and the border pillar which gives a vantage point to both sides of the village. You can reach Longwa from Mon by a shared jeep, but the seats are limited and you need to book in advance.
To return back to Hyderabad, I did not want to go all the way back to Dimapur to take a flight, so I instead went to Dibrugarh in Assam which is the closest airport to Mon. You can take a shared jeep from Mon to Sonari. Based on when you reach Sonari, you may or may not find a direct bus to Dibrugarh. I could not get one, so I took a bus to Moran, and then another one to Dibrugarh. It takes 3 hours to reach Sonari, and another 2.5 hours from there to Dibrugarh. The earliest public transport out of Mon is at 7 A.M (It may get further delayed based on how may seats fill up) and there is none on Sundays, so you may want to plan accordingly.
All domestic tourists need an Inner Line Permit to visit Nagaland, which can be obtained in person in Delhi, Kolkata, Guwahati, Shillong (you may need to check the official site for the latest list) or if you are unable to do so, you can get it done via a private tour operator by sending scanned copies of your ID.
When I decided to go to Parvati
valley in December, everyone had the same question, “In winter?!?”. Coming from
the land of always summer, I knew it would be difficult for me, but at the same
time my longing for the big mountains was getting uncontrollable. So, I decided
to break loose from the clutches of the city and run to that of the mountains.
The one thing that anyone who
has been to Parvati valley recommends is the Kheerganga trek, and I naturally
wanted to do it too. It is an easy trek, would fit perfectly in my schedule,
and the pictures looked brilliant. As fate would have it, it apparently shuts
down for a week during winter when it snows heavily, and that week mostly falls
in December. With an air of uncertainty surrounding my plans for the trek, I
went ahead anyways. To make things worse in the meantime, a raid caused a
closure of most homestays in the valley, which added even more to the
uncertainty. Even after reaching Manali, I could not get concrete answers about
the situation in the valley, leaving me in two minds about the trek, not to
mention the mad rush that was coming in to celebrate the New Year.
With a few alternate plans in
hand, along with a friend who had just joined me, and a couple of other co-travelers
turned friends, I went on to the valley with hope. With sound guidance from
like-minded folks, we found a place to stay at a base camp, a little-known
village called Kalga, at the far end of the valley beyond Barshaini. And
luckily, the trekking trail was open too. We took a taxi to reach Barshaini
from Bhuntar, and then trekked to the village. There are also a couple of other
villages a short trek away, like Pulga, Nakthan, which can also act as your
base camp. As much clichéd as it may sound, the peace and serenity of the
little-known hamlets are unbeatable in comparison to the well-known tourist
hang outs in the Himalayas. You may have to barter your comfort in exchange, but
you will definitely find it to be a fair deal. What you get in return is always so much
more. Thinking back today, I’m not even sure if Kalga can be called a village
because it was really just a few homestays and a couple of shops. But my stay
here amidst towering snow-covered mountains, the warm smile of the little kid
at the shop, the piping-hot food I had in freezing-cold moonlit night, are sure
to stay in my memory for a long time to come.
Early the next day, we started
our trek towards Kheerganga. Do you remember how I started this article by stating
that this is a very easy trek? Well, I’d like to differ just a little bit here.
The route is pretty simple and straight forward, the ascent involved is not too
much, and the trail isn’t too long either. If you are just talking about the
physical effort involved, it is an easy trek. But what made it a bit more than
that, is the ice. It had snowed a few days back, and the trail was covered with
extremely skiddy patches of ice towards the top. So, after a while, we
literally had to watch our every single step. “Mountains, mountains, and more beautiful
mountains everywhere, nor any eye to admire” because all the eyes are watching
out for skiddy ice on the way!
I don’t have to tell you how beautiful
the end was, I’m sure the pictures stand testament to that. A lot many of the
stays and shops were shut since it was off season, but there were sufficient
options to cater to a normal turn out of travelers, ranging from dormitories
with indoor heating, tents, to private rooms. That reminds me again of how
lucky I was because on my way back the next day (which was the New Year’s Eve),
I saw a humongous crowd heading towards the top. I still am not sure how so
many people would have fit in on the top, or how much peace they would have
got. I mean what is the point of taking the efforts to reach an unreachable
place in search of some peace, only to find it as crowded as your hometown.
After an overnight stay in a
tent, we left the next day after breakfast. The water was freezing cold, there
was no hot water, and I was not prepared for this, and I will therefore not
talk about how I brushed my teeth. Instead, I’d like to remind you of this
brilliant invention called mouthwash and ask you to not make fun of its
existence like I used to before, because Karma is like a rubber band. It was
the same trail we took down as the one up. So again, all eyes were on the path.
As with all treks, the climb down was much quicker, and we reached down for
lunch.
So, if you are planning a trip to Kheerganga in winter, I'd suggest you to go ahead. I'm glad I did :)
So, if you are planning a trip to Kheerganga in winter, I'd suggest you to go ahead. I'm glad I did :)
To just say that I’m not a fan
of bus journeys, is an understatement. Trapped for long hours in a metal
enclosure, sitting crammed in the same place amidst noisy people and the smell
of fuel, is probably my least preferred mode of transport. I hate it so much so
that, I’d rather travel in an airy, open lorry (Not that I’ve ever had the
chance to, but still). However, the past few bus journeys that I took in the
Himalayan region have made me change my views about bus journeys.
My first experience of a long bus travel in the Himalayan
region was in Uttarakhand last year, when I travelled from Haridwar to
Joshimath for more than 10 hours straight. The only means of connectivity to
this place is by road and owing to the risk of landslides in this region, buses
for this segment operate only during the day time. So, my last hope of managing
the long journey by sleeping through it in an overnight-bus was also lost.
Bracing myself for what I thought would be an uneventful, restless
journey, I got into a bus early in the morning at 5, from the bus depot at
Haridwar. The first hour or so was indeed uneventful and boring but lo and
behold, when the Sun began to rise, shedding its glorious light onto the
charming Himalayas and the mighty Ganges, they took my breath away. From there
on, things only went uphill, both metaphorically and literally. As the bus
wound around the hills from the bottom to the top of the state, the Ganges and
its tributaries constantly kept me company, caressing the mountains on either
side as they did so. The sights were so beautiful that I was befuddled as to
whether the mountains and the river were allies, working together to keep me
entertained or were they rivals, each fighting the other for my attention? To
make things more interesting en route, one can also witness the ‘Panch Prayag’
the confluence of the rivers, each with its own unique color splashing into one,
before it officially becomes Ganga.
The above ‘more than great’ experience only made me all the
more excited when I planned my next visit to the Himalayas, this time in
Himachal Pradesh. When I had to take a bus from Shimla to Manali, I deliberately
avoided a night bus, and instead booked a day bus, so I could enjoy going
around the Himalayas yet again. It started with green, blue mountains, as far
as my eyes could see, with the Sun playing its magic again, to make things more
pleasant. With a gradual change in the colour of the mountains, it finally
ended with white mighty peaks. If it was Ganga the last time, it was Beas this
time, which was fighting it out with the mountains, confusing me yet again, as
to what I should keep my eyes on.
When I finally reached my destination, I came to realize that
for me, one of the best ways to experience the Himalayan region is to travel by
road, with the Himalayas in my eyes, wind on my face, a camera in my hands, ARR
on my ears, and well, potato chips in my mouth. These, most definitely, more
than compensate for the bumpy long rides, crammed in a bus.