How to Reach Nishani motte trek?
Bangalore -> Mysore -> Madikeri -> baghamandala (Take forest department guide) -> Talacauvery (Trekking begins) -> Nishani betta (almost 12 KMs) -> return to APC (Anti poaching Camp for over night stay) 3 Kms-> Back to Baghamandala next day Guide charge: Per head Rs. 200 + permission Rs. 500
Contact Person from forest department: Mr. Uthhappa (09448108280)
What to carry?
- A nice trekking shoe
- A light and strong backpack.
- Extra pair of clothing packed in garbage bags to make it rain proof.
- Tents, Sleeping bag and sleeping mat (optional) (personal)
- Toilet paper, mouth wash, hand wash
- Water bottles (at least 2 liters each), energy drinks ex glucose/ energy bar/electrolyte
- Wind- cheater & warm inner
- Personal camera, Torch, Mobile & sufficient battery back up
- ID card, sufficient cash and emergency contact info (personal)
- Iodex spray, cramp bandage & personal medication
- petrol (for making fire) and match box/ lighter (shared)
- light weight utensils, disposable cups & plates. eatables to cook up there
- slippers to roam around at top (personal), salt/ snuff powder to avoid leeches
It was a heaven but, different from our spiritual experiences. It was definitely some other piece of the earth. In my words, it was a hardcore man’s paradise- Nishani Betta.
A place where angels do not fly but the rain brings sweep pain when they fall hard on our innocent cheeks. A place where there are no golds but I aver, every path is paved with the gold.
Taking the side of alpha manhood-
The androstadienone defined our manliness; The gushing adrenaline propelled us to the top; The force to stand alone against the wind defined our extremity And, Never to forget each drop of sweat that we shed, marked our territory.
Yeah, I am talking about those 24 hours which we spent walking through heavy leech-infested forest in monsoon just to realize the virgin beauty of mother earth.
Yeah, I am talking about the times when hard rain drops were pattering over our poncho almost deafening us. Yeah, I am talking about the sheer cold and wet nights when we six spent nights in three sleeping bags on 200 GSM tarpaulin
The story of Nishani Betta: The Talacauvery Wildlife sanctuary: Journey begins
Ahead lies a serpentine trail crisscrossing through through forest conversing into potholes. It’s misty. Rain playing hide and seek. Crunching pebbles under our heavy shoes and the soaked fallen leaves making perfect ambiance of wilderness. The flummoxing beauty around, sliding mists over hills, long trees glimpsing out of mist as Giraffes anticipating the mood of the weather and grasses holding precious pearl dews. The leech fate: We cant avoid our fate and eventually we meet them.
Leech vs Girlfriend:
Leech stick to you like your girl friend. Sucks your blood (read money). The more you push them, the closer they come. In a nutshell, it affects your heart (Remember heart breaks and the heart pumping blood). A dreaded thought from one of us: There might be a tiger following us quietly but alas! that tiger never attacked us in 12 hours. And, Another queer notion: Predicting the size or the presence of an elephant by looking at the freshness of the big lumps of the poop. Well! a naturalist in making.
Lesson: Never stop to pull away leeches, you cant get rid of them because the new leeches falling in love mostly outnumbers the fat leeches being pulled away (Does the girl friend concept apply here too?)
So, Run! Forrest Run! With trails left behind Forrest was into core forest. Dark old woods; Moth-eaten smell of soaked fallen leaves; Some ghostly trees; The constant fear of carrying few leeches inside your shoes and around your knees and around thigh area and …(Left for the reader’s discretion as where?); The mist brushing through hair and the awesomeness was dimensionless.