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Prologue to Africa Part IV

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Blanks on the map


2011 has been a special year for me. The year was special because it had given me opportunities to focus on a few blanks on the map around great mountains such as Nanda Devi and Kangchenjunga. It had given me opportunities to concentrate on solving exploratory problems that existed in the mountains near me. My first objective was to force a route through the Rukel- Rongyoung gorge systems of North Sikkim (March 2011). J Claude White, the first British political officer to Sikkim had pioneered this route back in 1890. After White, the same route was repeated by Harold Raeburn (1920) and Bill Tilman(1936).

In March 2011, we wanted to do their route in reverse and thus rediscovering (and taking first ever photographs) the Rukel- Rongyoung river and valley systems. It was a great success and a stepping stone for our successive expeditions later that year (November and December) to the elusive Zemu Gap (a long standing problem on the great east spur of Kangchenjunga). The March expedition would pave way to our further success on ascending Zemu Gap from Tongshyong glacier (December 2011) and thus making its first documented climb ever to be done from its southern flanks.


Expedition Mayel Lyang: through the trackless vale of tears: March 2011


Our expedition went through catchments, rivers, mountains and villages that are deeply associated with Lepcha heritage and their cultural tradition. The area (Dzongu), the river (Ronggyaong) and the mountain (Kangchenjunga); all of them suggested the land and its people were intertwined   harmoniously with each other and were inseparable. The mountains, rivers, cliffs all have Lepcha names. Almost all of them have a story to tell for themselves. This land, surrounded by the snows of Paki Chu, Pandim, Kanchenjunga, Simvu, and Siniolchu is “Mayel Lyang”- the sanctum sanctorum of Lepcha Heritage.

Mayel Lyang’ is a Lepcha term that literally means “mythical paradise” or “hidden paradise”. It is also referred to as ‘Ancient Sikkim’ by the Lepcha. They believe their immortal ancestors still live in the snows of Kangchenjunga, hidden. We appropriately decided to call this journey as the “Expedition Mayel Lyang”.

The “SikkimExpedition Mayel Lyang 2011succeeded in exploring and completing a journey across the unknown and undocumented areas of Rukel and Ronggyaong river catchments. It took us eleven days in total on the Talung side and just two days to cross the Guicha La divide and reach the road head of Yoksum. It is possible to make a trail in the Rongyoung-Rukel side. This endeavour would not only open up new adventure avenues and mountaineering destinations, but also probably will put an end to unwarranted poaching.

The full account of this journey can be found in Himalayan Journal Vol 67 and a brief report in the American Alpine Journal through the following link:

The Deotoli Col: to the Realm of the Blessed Goddess- September 2012

Our objective was to explore the Northern spurs of Bethartoli Himal (North Summit 6352m, South Summit 6318m) with an eye to find an alternative passage on the barrier wall of Nanda Devi Sanctuary  . Bethartoli Himal is located due north of Trisul I. We were looking for a couple of low and accessible points on Bethartoli’s two Northerly spurs. Bethartoli North has a satellite peak on its North Ridge. From this satellite peak two spurs originate and descend towards Rishi Ganga due North.

We were able to locate two feasible cols of the northerly spurs of Bethartoli Himal and climb them. We were the first party to locate and climb them. These two cols did not require any climbing skills. Any seasoned himalayan trekker will be able to visit them. Obeying the law of the land we did not set foot on the valley floor or enter the Nanda Devi Sanctuary. We stood on its barrier rim and retraced our trail back. From an explorer’s point of view we hope our explored cols will join the list of previously known passes and cols of the Nanda Devi Sanctuary.

For detailed report click here:

For news in the American alpine Journal click here:

Zemu Gap from South: the first documented ascent


The history of exploration around Kangchenjunga, especially around its south, south east and east flanks; has always fascinated me. The classic journeys and adventures of pioneers like W.W. Graham, John Claude White, Douglas Freshfield, Dr. A.M. Kellas, Harold Raeburn, N.A.Tombazi, Lord John Hunt and Paul Bauer ignited my imagination. The height of inspiration of course came from reading my hero Mr. H.W. Tilman’s account in the Himalayan Journal (vol. IX) on his attempt on Zemu Gap from south in 1936.
The primary challenge of climbing Zemu Gap from south has always been its remote & complicated approach. Many failed just to reach the foot of this col. To add to that its apparently impregnable defenses took Zemu Gap to a next level of exploratory climbing. In 1925, Greek photographer N.A.Tombazi is said to have made its first ascent from south; but he did not take any photographs! To me and my long time expedition partner Thendup Sherpa; all the above factors seemed highly intriguing and certainly worth investigating.
To start the exploration process, we repeated Claude White’s route of July 1890, in reverse, forcing up the Rongyoung-Rukel Chu gorges to connect Mangan, north Sikkim with Yoksum, West Sikkim in March 2011 ( Mayel Lyang Expedition: mentioned above). This success had reinforced our confidence and we were ready to have an attempt on Zemu Gap from south, a long standing problem in mountaineering history around Kangchenjunga. In November, 2011, we crossed Guicha La, went down Talung glacier to set up a high camp on Tongshyong. But a 5 day long snow storm stopped us from approaching Zemu Gap. We went down the Rukel-Rongyong gorges to Mangan. Finally in December 2011, we were successful in climbing Zemu Gap from Tongshyong glacier, i.e. south.
For a detailed report on the first ascent of Zemu Gap from south you can visit this link:

One successful exploration after another is certain to set things in motion; especially for a wandering nomad like me. 2011 was over and newer inspirations were at work. This time it is beckoning me from a distant land. My heart tells me it will still be an exploratory journey by nature. This exploration however will not involve discovering a new pass or making a first ascent; but more towards the spirit of discovering myself, facing my fears and learning to overcome them. Africa calling.


But before taking that leap I must also mention the curious case of lost trekkers of Kalindi Khal, an expediton to Mount Satopanth with my friend Martin Muecke and a trip to the Mont Blanc massif with Rajeev Ranjan and Bhavin Gandhi, all of which were also part of 2011. But for all that my readers have to wait till Part V of my Prologue to Africa. 

End of Part IV
14thMay 2012

Prologue to Africa Part V

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When mountains become a mundane monotony



In the last episode of my blog (Prologue to Africa Part IV: Blanks on the map) I had talked about the exploratory trips that I had undertaken in 2011. But surely there were more to 2011 than just those three.

In July 2011, my old friend Martin Muecke and I dreamt of climbing Mount Satopanth (7075m). Michael Kohler joined in and the team became threesome.



Together with our Sherpa support team we were only 6 people ( Martin, Michael, Thendup, Lakpa, Mingma and myself) trying to get our way up the summit of Satopanth in a lightweight style and everything went well till the summit day.



After pitching our base camp in Vasuki Tal; we had set up an ABC and two further and higher camps putting us strategically located for the summit bid. On the summit day heavy smog engulfed us and the forecast ahead was of long, heavy snow days. We decided to turn back within 100m of the summit with not so happy faces.



Satopanth had other surprises in store.

While working our way up the mountain, on one of the load ferry days to the Advanced Base; Martin and I spotted something odd at the bottom of a moraine slope. When we got closer it was evident that we had stumbled upon an accident site.

It was a crushed, collapsed tent and from its torn areas emerged human body parts. I decided to get a closer look as I knew this could be the unfortunate lost trekkers (2010) of Kalindi Khal. Soon I was close and decided to open one of the backpacks in order to find some sort of identification. I requested Martin to take photographs as I opened one of the backpacks. Out came a plastic bag in which I soon found out an Indian flag along with a certain club flag (HDMLA). I was now sure that these 'were' the lost trekkers of kalindi.

Here is a link to that story as unfolded by the Indian media. They got my name wrong of course but close though! They called me "Alind Mukherjee"! They could have easily written " A blind Mukherjee" and later call it a typo! I like that!

It was a heavy feeling. I remember both me and Martin were in tears at the first shocking sight and for many nights after that whenever I closed my eyes the unfortunate and the dead visited.

I made sure that the news of sighting of their bodies reaches Kolkata as fast as possible hoping to start a process of recovery of the dead bodies for the last rights.

Much later, after the expedition to Satopanth was over and I had reached home myself; I saw a race (by a handful of West Bengal mountaineers) to claim publicity over the sad affair. Everyone was trying to present their case in a fashion that the credit of finding the poor souls belonged to them alone.

To those friends of mine I would like to say, I never seek any credit or glory in stumbling upon the unfortunate souls. I rather feel warned like a soft, yet cold deadly whisper; that I could be next. (I have intentionally not added any photographs of the lost trekkers here.)



The mountains and these relentless theatricals of climbing them were quickly becoming a mundane monotony for me and I wished for an escape.

The opportunity of getting away from the Indian Himalaya came in August 2011 as Rajeev Ranjan wanted to climb Mont Blanc and decided to take me along as his guide. Rajeev’s friend Bhavin Gandhi joined the party and soon we met in Chamonix.



We attempted Mont Blanc by the Gouter route. High wind stopped us from reaching its summit. Rajeev and me turned back from the Valot refuge. After a couple of days I climbed Mont Blanc du Tacul, a beautiful climb from the Aigle du Midi. That is another story but it was still not the escape I was longing for.




Prologue to Africa Part VI

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A break from ‘my’ known and ‘my’ obvious



“ ...does your enthusiasm hold good only for mountaineering?’

‘By and large I do everything with enthusiasm, as long as it doesn’t concern bureaucracy, which I hate like the plague.’

Is there another climb to come?’

‘I would like to travel to Tibet, to South America, I would like to experience so many countries, get to know so many areas..."
The above conversation takes place somewhere in Cologne, Germany in 1979. Questions asked by anonymous public, answers given by none other than Reinhold Messner. (Source: Crystal Horizon, Reinhold Messner, p.60)


Today mountaineering is the only activity I can put to practice and use it to earn bread for my family. But it is not just livelihood. It was never just about work. I am passionate about it. That is why I had left a job in the Pharmaceutical Industry in the first place.

8 hectic years in pharmaceutical marketing was enough to suffocate and slow poison me. I had quit without even thinking or planning. I wanted out.

Mountains gave me the true sense of freedom, of a life so different and distant from the smog covered skyline of Belur, a suburb of West Bengal, where I was born and brought up.




Over the past decade or so I have participated in more than 30 mountaineering ventures in the Indian Himalaya. I was never a mere participant in those expeditions. I was the brain, one of the foot soldiers; and most of the time a responsible leader.

That brings the statistics to an average of 3 expeditions a year. May be for a few of my friends this average is poor; but for me it has been an exhausting journey. Rewarding, but exhausting at the same time.

Rewarding, because with each expedition, irrespective of getting my members to the summit and getting them down safe; I grew up a little, learnt something new and above all made new friends. And to add to that, I must mention my biggest reward has been working with the Sherpa community of Darjeeling. The roles of one of my comrade in Adventure Mania- Thendup Sherpa have been enormously significant. He is more than family, and without him Adventure Mania seems incomplete to me. With Thendup I share many of my favourite adventures in the Indian Himalaya and I am sure will have many more.



Exhausting, because, every repetitive action must bring monotony to the actor. It is only a matter of time and eventuality. For me the question was when and how?

This business of offering mountaineering services was quickly becoming a mundane affair. Surely there was no ‘zen’ to be found on top of a mountain and especially on a day when a tailor-make fashion seems to work just fine. From Mt Blanc to Mount Everest, this is the trend and it seems like it is here to thrive. I am talking about commercially guided expeditions of course.

I have no problem with this trend. After all, this is also my livelihood. I just need a break. Break from the known and the obvious. A break from ‘my’ known and ‘my’ obvious. My soul is in constant search for the new and is dreaming to venture out in the unknown.

And if you are slaves of your own dreams what do you do? You follow your dreams no matter what height, depth or distance it takes you.

For me, this time, it is beckoning me to Africa. The first spark of inspiration came from none other than my Guru in Himalayan exploration, H.W.Tilman.


In 2011, I had travelled and explored in the Indian Himalaya following his footprints; once while achieving the first ascent of Zemu Gap from south and the other while charting a new passage on the Nanda Devi Sanctuary wall. Now I see Tilman’s signature across Equator in Africa.

I have already talked about my Nanda Devi and Zemu Gap trips in my past blog ( Blanks on the Map) : http://himalaya-raja.blogspot.in/2012/05/prologue-to-africa-part-iv.html

After twenty years of mountain exploration, Tilman bought the first of three wooden pilot cutters he was to own, and set about teaching himself to sail. He then voyaged nearly every year for more than a quarter century to the frigid waters of the Antarctic and Arctic in search of new mountains to climb and places blank on the map.

As a young gunner officer he had served in France in the First War and won the Military Cross and a bar, being twice wounded; and in the Second War gained the Distinguished Service Order for his outstanding work in Italy and Albania with the partisans. Between the wars he had run a coffee plantation in Kenya, and with Eric Shipton from a neighbouring farm he had done some pioneer climbing on Mount Kenya. His time in Africa terminated characteristically with a bicycle ride across the continent and an ascent of Kilimanjaro en route. This was recorded in his book Snow on the Equator.



With a bicycle across the equator, enough to fire up any adventurer’s imagination and I am no exception.

I too want to travel across Africa on a bicycle, except, my path will be slightly different. I will start from the Equator at Nanyuki, Kenya and finish my journey at Walvis Bay, near the tropic of Capricorn, Namibia. I have to travel nearly 5000km and across 6 countries. Kenya, Tanzania, Malawi, Zambia, Botswana and Namibia. I will take my bike along and yes I will be on my own. Now isn’t that something to look forward to? What could be a better way to touch one’s Guru’s soul than taking the path shown by him?





End of part VI
End of Prologue to Africa

Before it begins: A toast to my friends

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It has taken me six (though very short) web logs to write something close to a prologue about my plans to undertake a long journey in Africa. Through them I have also tried to justify why I have this pathological need to experience Africa on a bicycle, alone. It was always in there, in me, this bohemian ‘me’, always wanting, craving to wander. And partly it is Mr. Tilman to blame, I guess.

My heart is full of excitement. I am excited in anticipation of the vastness of the unknown factors that lay ahead. Factors that will govern and dictate the fate of my journey. Factors that I cannot possibly imagine may be! And that is what making me alive, again.

In this episode I would like to mention my friends without whom my dream for this African journey would not have turned into a reality. People without whose support the stalemate of the mundane would have carried on and on.

First of all, it is, Mr. Sabyasachi Talukdar, the CEO and Editor, of Uttarbanga Sambad (www.uttarbangasambad.com) for believing in my project and extending invaluable financial support. Without his help the fate of my Africa dreams would have been seriously compromised.
With Mr. Sabyasachi Talukdar in his office at Kolkata


I will be contributing my articles, as I travel, in Bengali, to ‘Uttarbanga Sambad’ regularly. This daily newspaper is also available online.

I will be updating my blog, as and when I get a chance. For those who wish to follow me in English; this blog is the place.

The next person I must mention is Dr. Rupak Bhattacharya. In spite of his busy surgery schedule in C.M.R.I, Kolkata, he was always extremely enthusiastic about my project and gone out of his way to help me; from finding contacts in cities that I will be travelling through to planning my route. I owe a great deal to him; not just because of the enthusiasm and support for Africa, but also for doing a damn good lung surgery on me back in 2010. For me it is truly the second innings of my life! I am grateful. 
with Dr. Rupak Bhattacharya, during one of our many map study sittings in Kolkata


Next is Sri Biswanath Dasgupta, or should I say ‘BDG’. Through his messages and blogs he has been outstandingly inspiring; to many like me I am sure.

Then my old friend Martin Muecke, with whom I had raced in Elbrus (2008) and climbed Manirang (2009) and Satopanth (2011). He is truly a good friend and I am indebted to him for his support and help. 
Martin Muecke, at Nandanvan, on our way down from Satopanth, July 2011


And of course, my new mountain friend Ananth whom I met in Kalanag a few weeks back; his gesture of support touched my heart. 
with Ananth at Seema on our way out of Kalanag


Tomorrow I leave for Nairobi, Kenya. I will be flying to Mumbai tomorrow afternoon and then catch the Nairobi flight on very early morning of 21st June.

Today, as it happens, it’s my birthday and I have just turned 42. Now that I am officially middle aged, let’s begin this journey with a toast to all my friends. I wish I could play that Joe Cocker number for all of you. You know which one I am talking about: “...with a little help from my friend”...of course!

Cheers!


"...What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."


Trans Africa on a bicycle: solo: a tribute to H.W.Tilman

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[A solo bicycle journey from the Equator to Tropic of Capricorn and from East Coast (Indian Ocean) to West Coast (Atlantic Ocean) through the African continent]

 H.W.Tilman’s journey across Africa along the equator on a bicycle back in 1929; inspired me to get out there and begin my very own Trans African  bicycle adventure.

Instead of retracing or repeating Tilman’s route I however preferred a route of my own. I would start from the Equator in Kenya and finish near the Tropic of Capricorn. Instead of heading down south in a straight line (as the road network would permit of course); I decided to touch the east coast of the African continent in Dar Es Salam. By doing so my route got an added value of East Coast to West Coast traverse along with the primary goal of Equator to Capricorn journey.



My route would take me through the Kenyan Highlands, Great Rift Valley, the Masaai Steppe, Foothills of Mt Kenya, Mt Meru and Mt Kilimanjaro, The Usambara Mountains, Coastal regions of Tanga, historical town and port of Dar Es Salam ( and Zanjibar), Mikumi National Park, The Udzungua Mountains, the great Ruaha river, forests of Sao Hill, hills of Mbeya, Lake Malawi, Livingstonia mountains, Tobacco growing regions of Kasungu, the great east road in Zambia, Luangwa river, Victoria falls, the Zambezi plains, Caprivi strip, Okavango river, Okavango flood plain, Bushman’s land, Trans Kalahari Highway, the Namib desert and finally to the Atlantic coast in Walvis Bay and Swakopmund.   

Kenya
My journey started (which I would rather call a pilgrimage) from the town of Nanyuki in Kenya. This town is located a tiny bit north of the imaginary line of the equator in the foothills of Mt Kenya. Starting my ride on 24th June, 2012 from Nanyuki, I reached Nairobi in two days with an overnight stop at Karatina. Another 2 days ride brought me to the Tanzanian border town of Namanga.

Tanzania
From Namanga I rode through Arusha, Moshi, and instead of going straight down to Dodoma, I took the road to Dar Es Salam. After reaching Dar and a quick visit to the historical stone town in the island of Zanzibar; I was back on the road again. This time I was on the Morogoro- Mbeya road.

Malawi
I entered Malawi from Tanzania by the Kyela border post and continued to the town of Karonga located on the shores of Lake Malawi.  After Chitimba I crossed the mountains of Livingstonia, Chiweta coal mines area; and after spending a night in Ekwendeni I reached Mzuzu. Passing through the Viphya forest region, Kasungu and Mponela I arrived Lilongwe, the capital of Malawi.

Zambia
From Lilongwe I entered Zambia by the Mchinji- Chipata border post. From Chipata I was on the great east road of Zambia and for the next couple of days I passed through some of the most mountainous and spectacular scenery.   Reaching Lusaka I took a few days rest and soon back on the road to Livingstone and the Victoria Falls.

Namibia
I entered Namibia from Zambia through the Sesheke border and moved on to the town of Katima Mulilo on the same day. In next two days I crossed the Caprivi Strip and reached Rundu. Rundu to Otjiwarongo was another very long, dry, windy and tiring, yet beautiful stretch in my entire Trans Africa route.

The last leg of my cycling was from Windhoek to the port town of Walvis Bay, where I reached on the morning of 2nd September 2012. It took me 69 days in total to complete the journey, out of which 20 days were either rest days or used for other travel related purpose. The total distance covered is approximately 5333km (as per google maps) out of which I had cycled 4500km in 49 days. The rest 833km I had used various forms of public transport or hitchhiked due to security reasons; which were sometimes wild life, sometimes other threats.

acknowledgments

The invaluable support from Mr. Sabyasachi Talukdar, Editor and CEO, Uttarbanga Sambad made this adventure financially feasible for me. I am also indebted to Dr. Rupak Bhattacharya for his relentless, meticulous, unconditional support before and during the trip. Last but not the least are my friends Arindam Mukherjee, Ananth HV and Martin Mucke. They lend me a helping hand whenever I was heading for a shortfall in my budget. I am grateful! 

I also want to extend my sincere thanks to Regina Makirika (Ngaramtoni-Arusha),Rachel (Moshi), Elyoroma(Same) Ahmed Khan (Dar Es Salam), Shaunak Ganguly (Lilongwe), Partha Chaudhury (Lilongwe) for letting me stay in their houses and feeding me for more than just a day! 

In this journey I learnt that a friend is never too far away. They are always there when you need one. 

Therefore, this may have been a trip inspired by my Himalayan Guru H.W.Tilman; but I would like to dedicate this journey to the hundreds of friends I met on the road, sometimes in the middle of no where. Their stories will be shared. I will, I must.


Route Outline
  • Countries crossed: Kenya-Tanzania-Malawi-Zambia-Namibia
  • Total distance Covered: 5333km
  • Total distance cycled: 4500km
  • Duration: 24 June 2012 to 2 September 2012
  • Total number of days: 69 Total days Cycled: 49

Starting point: Nanyuki, Kenya
Finishing Point: Walvis Bay, Namibia

Kenya: (night halt places mentioned only)

Leg 1: Nanyuki- Karatina-Nairobi
Leg 2: Nairobi- Kajiado- Namanga

Tanzania:

Leg 1: Namanga-Ngaramtoni-Moshi-Same-Hedaru-Korogwe-Mkata-Mlandizi-Dar es Salam-(Zanzibar)
Leg 2: Dar es Salam-Morogoro-Mikumi-Kitonga-Iringa-Mafinga-Makambaka-Mbeya

Malawi:

Leg 1: Kyela-Karonga-Chitimba-Ekwendeni-Mzuzu
Leg 2: Mzuzu-Kasungu-Mponela-Lilongwe
Leg 3: Lilongwe- Mchinji

Zambia:

Leg 1: Chipata-Luangwa bridge-Mphyansa Turn off-Chinyunyu Hot spring-Lusaka
Leg 2: Lusaka- Monze-Choma-Zimba-Livingstone-Victoria falls-Sesheke

Namibia:

Leg 1: Katima mulilo-Divundu-Rundu
Leg 2:-Rundu- Mururani Gate-Roys Camp- Kalkfontein-Otavi-Otjiwarongo
Leg3:-Windhoek-Okahandja-Karibib- Vergenoeg-Swakopmund-Walvis Bay 

Indian Press Reports:

Of Mordors, Mount Dooms and a Glorious New 2013

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Good Bye 2012…it has been a great year! This year I finally learned to surrender, to accept and to move on without giving up ever. This year I felt blessed to be alive, each day, by the minute. I am thankful for this life, all the kindness around me and this path I have taken. I am ready for 2013.







2013! Mountaineers will climb many more summits this year. New routes, first ascents, daring stuff! Yet they will return to that same damp, dark, complicated web some call society. Will they take up the task of climbing the many 'mordors' and 'mount doom' s around them? Or would they rather be heading back for the wilderness? Yet again? Prayers for a better, stronger, safer, happier new year to all my friends around the globe!


Prelude to Nanda Devi East Expedition 2013

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The Award

It was late March and it was yet another hot and humid evening in the suburb of Belur Math in West Bengal. The heat, along with the smoke and dust was in their prohibitive best. On top of that, the humidity was making sure that it takes away enough juice out of me, without wasting any time. A slow, poisonous spell of lethargy was spreading all around. What a climate to live in! To think in an extremely healthy sense of humour, I could wink and say, well, at least, we don’t need to visit a sauna or pay for a steam bath you see! No wonder Bengalis are born intellectuals! Though I personally think it has made us more subnormal than sublime.

I was born here by the river Ganga, a name which the British with their stiff upper lips could never rightly pronounce. I mean, how could they call it ‘Ganges’ for God’s sake? I understand making ‘Kolkata’ sound like ‘Calcutta’; but ‘Ganges’? Come On!

The Ganga. I took my first swimming lessons in it, played soccer by its banks and over the past 10 years have seen the place change and transform into an ugly, unplanned concrete hell and the river turn into a gutter. I hate this place, I do not like the way things have turned out here in the name of development. Yet, this is where I belong. Every time, after spending months in the Himalaya, I long to come back here. I still do. Strange as though it may seem sometimes!

What is it that draws me back here? Is it my attachment towards my family, my parents? That and that only? Or, does my root of a lower middle class Bengali have something to do with it in addition? I guessed and I wondered.

That evening, I was coming out of my dentist’s chamber after yet another long session of a root canal treatment. Pain and anaesthetics were having their own conversation and I was lost in my arguments around this existence. No matter how much I tried to focus my thoughts on the upcoming expeditions-their planning and logistics; my mind wanted to stay back in a lethargic cave. It was then my phone rang.

It was a call from Rajesh Gadgil. Rajesh, a mountaineer based in Mumbai, is a warm, enthusiastic, down to earth and confident person to talk to. Anytime, anywhere. He is also the Honorary Editor of the Himalayan Journal. It was a pleasant surprise to get his call after a not so pleasant session in the dentist’s chamber.

What’s up? He asked in his usual jovial manner and spirit. I tried but, could not sound even half as positive as Rajesh while replying. Rajesh broke the news! Boss, this is not the time to feel low, you should be making preparations for other things! You have won the first Jagdish Nanavati Award for Excellence in Mountaineering! You have to come to Mumbai on 30thMarch for the award function! 


Wow! I was speechless for a few moments and wanted to remain so for some time I guess. Cherish this moment in silence rather than shout and celebrate out loud! Being loud is just not me! I have always been a little reserved when it came to expressing elation! And this award is like reaching a Himalayan summit, you are happy, but not celebrating yet as you still have to get back down safely to the base camp. 

Yes indeed, our research, planning, team effort and all the hard work to reach the 'impregnable' Zemu Gap' from south is recognized! I do not climb mountains for awards and accolades, but this form and gesture of recognition seemed nice at that very moment and that made me smile in silence! What could be a better prelude to Nanda Devi East than this? Indeed the Lord is kind!

But, silence is something  that would not happen then, as on the phone on the other side already was Nandini Purandare, the Honoray Secretary of the Himalayan Club, breaking the news to me in a more elaborate manner followed by the indomitable Divyesh Muni and then the legendary Harish Kapadia himself. Words of congratulations flowed freely. Man, this is serious, I thought, while trying to find the right words to reply. After the phone calls, I wanted to grab a beer somewhere but quickly remembered that my dentist have prohibited me from eating or even drinking for the next one hour. #@!! ~!##)(

Right after the phone calls were over,walking down the street to my home, I felt this award is a solemn and timely reminder of humility that we learn from the Himalaya and have just reinforced my beliefs in going to the mountains without bravado, with safety and knowledge. Why so? Well, just for the simple and singular reason of the name Jagdish C. Nanavati should explain it all, at least to the Indian mountaineering community. And exactly that is what makes this award so special and distinctive! 

( link to the first JCN Award: http://www.himalayanclub.org/jagdish-nanavati-award-for-excellence-in-mountaineering/ )

I felt thankful to the distinguished Jury, the Himalayan Club, and of course the Nanavati family for instituting this award for Indian mountaineering expeditions. I am sure this is going to be the most coveted award for all serious mountaineers of India in the coming years. I have just become part of that history by being the first ever recipient of it. Amazing!  I am inspired, encouraged, humbled, indebted!
Jagdish Nanavati 1928-2011
About JCN: http://www.thebmc.co.uk/jagdish-nanavati-1928-2011


It was then I decided to dedicate this award. This award is not mine. It belongs to the man without whom I may have never ventured out to the mountains! I decided to dedicate my first award in the field of mountaineering to my uncle, Sujal Mukherjee. Sujal was a West Bengal mountaineer who took part in 25 Himalayan expeditions starting 1965 to 1989. He left this world in a bit of hurry in 1994, at the age of 62 only. I miss him. I knew his and Jagdish Nanavati’s spirits would be shaking hands tonight.
Me with my Uncle Sujal Mukherjee in 1973 during a family trek in Garhwal


Before closing this post I must also add that the award included a cash prize of Rs. 51000/. This indeed came as a blessing, a helping hand to our upcoming project on Nanda Devi East (7434m) as we are still struggling to get enough funds for our semi alpine style, light weight attempt on the south ridge of the famous and formidable mountain of Kumaun Himalaya. 

Any help is welcome, and we will try our best to reciprocate our kind donors/sponsors with photographs/ write ups/ blogs/facebook as necessary and as applicable. We leave Kolkata on May 1, 2013. Please note there is a separate, dedicated blog for our Nanda Devi East Expedition and it can be reached here:

Posts in the Nanda Devi East blog


First Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture on Exploring the Indian Himalaya

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The 1st Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture will be held on 8th March, 2014 in Kolkata. The theme of the lecture is "Exploring the Indian Himalaya". The distinguished speakers will be Harish Kapadia, Divyesh Muni and Rajesh Gadgil. Further details of this programme will be posted in January 2014.

Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture Series on Exploring Indian Himalaya

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The 1st Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture will be held on the evening of Saturday,8th March, 2014. The venue is Rotary Sadan, Kolkata. The theme of this lecture series in its first year is 'Exploring the Indian Himalaya'. The duration of the evenings programmes will be from 5.45 pm to 8.30 pm. 

The first speaker this evening will be the distinguished mountaineer, explorer & author Sri Harish Kapadia.( http://www.harishkapadia.com/) Sri Kapadia will be speaking on " Exploration of all the major valleys of Arunachal Pradesh in the last 15 years". 



" Arunachal Forever"- The talk covers its turbulent history of the war with China, McMahon Line saga, people and ancient pilgrim trails, historical explorations, high unclimbed peaks , trails to Burma via Chaukan Pass and Pangsu pass, flying  the Burma Hump and Lake of No Return, Second World War in Burma and Arunachal Pradesh,  and the Journey and exploration of the Brahmaputra river. Talk is based  on nine trips to inner Arunachal Pradesh  by the Speaker. What a talk to begin the lecture series with! 

The second speaker this evening will be Sri Divyesh Muni. Divyesh Muni is a Chartered Accountant by profession. But instead of getting lost in numbers, he would rather prefer to loose himself in the deep ravines of the Himalayas. One month every year, Divyesh takes time off from his busy schedule and heads off to the Himalayas for a dose of trekking and mountain climbing. He has trekked extensively in Garhwal, Kumaon and Ladakh, even going further up north to the Siachen Glacier. Till date, Divyesh has participated in 19 Himalayan expeditions and climbed 25 peaks, several of them more than 20,000 feet above sea level. Not surprisingly, he is a winner of several awards, such as Best Mountaineering Expedition of the year 2005 and the Best Mountaineer of the Year 2009-10.
(Divyesh intro text credit: http://chandragupta-acharya.blogspot.in/2011/05/trekking-himalayas.html)

Sri Muni will be sharing his experience of his "First Ascent of Chamsen (7017m) - an exploratory climb in the Eastern Karakoram.

The third and final speaker of the 1st Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture will be Sri Rajesh Gadgil. Wanderings on the Unbroken Trails". 




His presentation would include some of histravels in the Himalaya. He would be covering his expeditions to Zanskar, Garhwal, Kumaon, Spiti, Ladakh and the Eastern Karakoram. He will also briefly share his introduction to new climbing techniques, trends / styles in the Alps and Canada.

Invitation Cards for the inaugural Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture

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Entry to the inaugural Sujal Mukherjee Memorial Lecture is by invitation only. Invitation Cards can be collected ( 19 February 2014 onward) from Sri Arindam Sarkar, Asistant Director, Savings Bank, Kolkata G.P.O (9433026252) and Sri Ranatsoh Majumdar, C/O UCO Bank, 45, Lenin Sarani, Kolkata ( 9830720045).

Report of Nanda Devi East Expedition 2014

Cleaning the Longstaff's col

Otoeb Africa- Now a Bengali Book based on my cycling across Africa

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In 2012, I embarked on an inspired journey across Africa with my bicycle. I started off from the small town of Nanyuki in Kenya and finished pedaling in Walvis Bay, Namibia. 49 days on the road, 5 countries and 4500 kilometers later I realized that I have met the 'Real' Africa- its people. However the details of my journey can be found by visiting the following link : (http://himalaya-raja.blogspot.in/2012/09/trans-africa-on-bicycle-solo-tribute-to.html)


It truly was and still is the best journey of my life so far. Within the first few days of riding I had realized that this was going to be a very unique trip indeed. As I progressed I met people and made friends. Everyday, every place, every time, without fail I found friendship and unconditional help came in the form of food, shelter and even cash. They were always there when I needed one. The universal language of friendship prevailed.

During those days in Africa I used to send dispatches to Uttar Banga Sambad, a Bengali newspaper. Now nearly 2 years later those adventures, emotions, experiences have taken the shape of a book. It has been published by Uttar Publications Private Limited, Kolkata. The book is in Bengali.

Yes this is what the book looks like. I guess, this book can be described as a travelogue with an eye to history and culture based on a solo bicycle tourist's wanderings. 


The book will be available for sale in Stall number 193 in the upcoming International Kolkata Book Fair ( 28 January to 8 February, 2015).  

Alternatively one may collect the book from either one of the Publisher's offices at a discount of 20%.

1) CENTRAL KOLKATA
UTTAR BANGA SAMBAD
7 Old Court House Street
Mangalam B, 3rd Floor,
Opposite UBI Head Office
Kolkata 700001
Phone: 2210-1201/1820

2) SOUTH KOLKATA
UTTAR BANGA SAMBAD
14A Manohar Pukur Road
Kumud Building, 2nd Floor,
Near Jatin Das Park Metro Station
Kolkata 700026
Phone: 2454-3045


It is now available for mail order. Shipping is free within Kolkata. Shipping cost for Bihar, Jharkhand, Orissa and rest of West Bengal is Rs. 20/ only. Shipping cost for rest of India is Rs. 40/ only. The price of the book is Rs. 100.

You are requested to follow the following steps to get your copy:

1-Deposit cash or make online payment ( along with applicable shipping cost) to the following bank account: 

UTTAR PUBLICATIONS PVT LTD
AXIS BANK, SILIGURI BRANCH
CURRENT A/C NO: 035010200009430
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2-Email to ubs.accounts@outlook.com with ‘Otoeb Africa’ in the Subject line and attach the bank deposit slip or reference number. 

3-Mention your complete postal address and phone number in your email where you want the book shipped




To the South of the Clouds

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(A monologue? Perhaps a Soliloquy? Random thoughts that rise and fall? But definitely not close to poetry. Random words are surfacing in my mind. Whatever this may be, I jot them down here. )



To a Small Mountain by the Jinsha

It is time I leave. It is time I pick up my pack and go. 
Time is telling me to and so I must and I will.
For that is the only thing I know. 

Time is always ready. Ready when I am. It is I who has to rise and roll.
My pack is an address of a changing destination. An address of a dream.
Dream is me. My existence. 
It is my secret soul.

Open is the sky as the mountains high
With mighty challenges and snow. 
Open is the ocean and the river deep
where together we must flow.

To a land where three mighty rivers glow in glory.
I will meet one of them
and walk along its banks and its gorges,
till I climb higher and further from its fury. 

Higher and further from the chaos,
Deeper and calmer I will be.
Closer and colder among the clouds,
Clearer and farther I shall see.
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In a couple of days from today I leave for the Yunnan province in south west China. I have always wanted to go here just like I have always wanted to travel and experience the rest of this planet. I have only 3 weeks at my disposal and very little money. Therefore it is impossible to see the vast Yunnan and feel its pulse. 

So while planning I picked up a mountain, a river and a town near it to be my pilgrimage for this trip. The town is Li Jiang, the river is Jinsha and the mountain is an unnamed, unknown one. 

Li Jiang- this settlement have been important since approximately the time of Christ, when the Naxi people settled in the area, and Baisha was the capital of a Naxi kingdom from 658 to 1107. Then the area came under Chinese control and Lijiang became the administrative center. Parts of the old town date back to this period, built during the Song Dynasty (960-1279). The town was built where the Jade River divides into three and its streams form the canals and waterways which flow along the old town streets. It is said there was a time not so long ago my native native Bengal was connected to this hidden paradise of Li Jiang through the trading of Cowrie currency. Will I find cowries in the streets of Li Jiang?

Jinsha River- Its headwaters rise in the Wulan and Kekexili (Hoh Xil) ranges in western Qinghai province, to the south of the Kunlun Mountains, and on the northern slope of the Tanggula (Dangla) Mountains on the border of the Tibet Autonomous Region. The three principal headwaters—the Chuma’er, Muluwusu, and Akedamu rivers—join to form the Tongtian River, which flows southeast to Zhimenda near the frontier between Qinghai and Sichuan provinces. As the Jinsha River, it then flows south through a deep gorge parallel to the similar gorges of the upper Mekong and upper Salween rivers, from which it is separated by the Ningjing Mountains. It forms the western border of Sichuan for some 250 miles (400 km) and then flows into Yunnan province. After a large, 200-mile- (320-km-) long loop to the north of Dali , the Jinsha swings northeast, forming the Sichuan-Yunnan provincial boundary until it joins the Min River at Yibin in Sichuan to form the Yangtze. The upper course of the river falls about 14 feet per mile (2.7 metres per km). Below Batang (Sichuan) the gradient gradually decreases to about 8 feet per mile (1.5 metres per km), but the Jinsha is un-navigable and in its upper course, through the gorges, is more of an obstacle than an aid to transportation.

The unnamed, unknown mountain- or should I say a mountain range? This lies near the second bend of the mighty Jinsha. Located due North and north east of the Haba and Yulong Xue Shan. Unclimbed range, small but unseen mountain peaks, an untraveled path. Making the perfect recipe for an explorer.

Will I be able to reach this mountain range? Well, only time will tell. 

Information courtesy: Wikitravel and Encyclopaedia Britannica


An Indian Explorer in North West Yunnan

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Exploration of the Jidege Shan

Author's Note: this particular article outlines my exploration of a small mountain range on the second bend of the Jinsha River. Exploring this mountain range was only a small part of the trip. I was especially thrilled to meet the diverse ethnicity of this region and was deeply fascinated by its history that indicates Yunnan's deep rooted connection with ancient India. Given an opportunity I want to write about those experiences in detail. Somewhere, someday. 

Introduction

I went to China to do nothing heroic or extremely dangerous. I believe living in a city like Calcutta has been serving that purpose for me already. After some study of the mountain ranges of North West Yunnan and consequent interactions with explorers and climbers who have been working in this region I understood that in spite of the recent Chinese mass tourism to North West Yunnan; many of its secrets are still hidden.

An old Naxi lady walks the empty streets of Li Jiang Old town

Thankfully, the inherent character of mass tourism, irrespective of countries or even continents; is that it is always centered around a few points on the map. With my own experience of working across the Indian Himalaya it will be safe to comment that this theory applies on trekking and mountaineering as well. Over the last few months with the help of a few friends within India and across the globe I came in touch with a few old hands in Yunnan exploration such as Tamotsu Nakamura, John Town, and Mike Dobie.  Nakamura San suggested me the circumnavigation of the Meili Snow Mountains. John Town pointed towards the mountains at the head of Nu Jiang (Salween) and Du Long (Irrawady) rivers on the borders of Yunnan and Tibet. And Mike Dobie suggested me to check out the smaller peaks that are north and east of the Yulong and Haba Snow Mountain massifs. In his email he wrote, “there is a standalone 4500m peak that would actually have quite an adventure to get to” and then after sharing Google Earth co-ordinates he continued, “as far as I know it hasn’t been climbed.” Haba and Yulong Snow Mountains are very close to the extremely touristy city of Li Jiang and after going through many blogs by travellers passing through, one would expect nothing but thousands of Chinese tourists within a 50 mile radius. But thankfully again proving the mass tourism theory right, all of them tend to gather around the old town of Li Jiang and a  fraction of that crowd visits the famous ‘Hu Tiao Xia’ or the Tiger Leaping Gorge nearby.

Yulong Xue Shan as seen from somewhere between Li Jiang and Ming Yin

While circumnavigating the Meili Xue Shan or exploring the mountain ranges of Du Long region seemed extremely interesting I had to be realistic while planning. To try and reach any place off the tourist map in this region meant having a private transport and a local guide along with horses or mules to carry essential items for days. I had about US$ 600 as the expedition fund and 2 weeks at my disposal. The area suggested by Mike Dobie seemed to be within 2 days of walk from its east or even south and thus a financially feasible adventure.

By plugging in the coordinates given to me by Mike Dobie, in Google Maps I noticed a small mountain range ( not just a ‘standalone’ peak) stretching more or less north to south . The peak suggested by Mike stood at the very north of this mountain range . I also noted that the Jidege Range is actually part of the watershed ridge located in the middle of the loop created by the second bend  of the Jinsha River. While the first great bend of the Jinsha is a popular tourist destination from Li Jiang these days, the second bend somehow remains unnoticed. Further magnification of the Google map image revealed a tiny village located on the western aspects of the southern end of this mountain range. It was marked ‘Jidege’ . I realized that this village can serve as my strategic base.

The first great of Jinsha at Shigu

Approach

The flight from Kolkata to Kunming was short and uneventful. The new airport (Changshui) is at a considerable distance from the main city and took me about an hour to get to my dormitory bed even in the early hours of the day. Later that day, I went to the railway station and bought myself a sleeper ticket in an overnight train to Li Jiang the next day. The railway station was big and impressive. It seemed efficient and clean considering the huge number of passengers it handles every day.At night I was treated to a lovely meal by my friends Eric and Malavika. 

The train took me to Li Jiang . Untill the communist takeover in the 1940s the dominant people of the Li Jiang valley were the Naxi ( also spelled Nakhi), one of the 56 'nationalities' officially recongnized by the PRof C. They were an entirely independent people until the thirteenth century. The old town of Li Jiang is a reconstruction after a 1996 earthquake. In 1999, Li Jiang old town was designated a UNESCO World Heritage site. The mass domestic tourism soon followed. But this ancient Naxi kingdom was essentially brought to knowledge of the West by American botanist Joseph Rock and Russian Peter Goullart only as recent as early twentieth century.

Li Jiang old town

Finding Jidege

I spent three nights in Li Jiang firstly to gather authentic information on my proposed route and then to organize the logistics. During this span of days, my concern was to get an idea as to how to reach Jidege, which, I thought to be far from being a tourist destination. That was a horrible understatement. With the help of the manager (who spoke some English) of the backpacker guest house I was staying, I could make several inquiries over the curious names that I had in my Google Earth print outs. Many of the names of villages or settlements marked on the Google Earth image were either incorrect or unrecognizable . Finally, we could speak to someone in Baoshan who recognized the name Shanggaohan (27°28'17.06"N - 100°17'47.92"E, 10697 ft) and stated that it can be reached by car from the Li Jiang- Lugu lake road. Shanggaohan is a bigger village (as observed in Google Earth) located due south of Jidege and is approximately 130 kilometres drive towards north from Li Jiang. To be able to drive to Shanggaohan in a day meant a big logistic advantage. If we could reach Shanggaohan, we would find a way to reach Jidege, or so we thought.

The hidden valley of Shanggaohan

Reaching Jidege

I managed to hire a local from Li Jiang who agreed to double as my driver and interpreter. The manager of the backpacker hostel I was staying expressed his desire to accompany me. I agreed as I saw no harm in this. On 13 April, 2015 we drove to Shanggaohan village via Ming Yin. The village had an elementary school and upon our arrival we were told to go back immediately. We were warned that we could be attacked at night as some villagers think we could be drug traffickers and strangers are not welcome anyway. We were left with no choice but to backtrack to Ming Yin and spent the night there. Next morning with renewed hope we drove to Shanggaohan again. This time we were lucky to meet a teacher who helped us get in direct contact with a farmer in Jidege village itself. The farmer named Lu agreed to host us in his house and we suddenly felt welcome in this beautiful land. We took our bags and started hiking uphill by an unmetalled road. It took us about 2 hours to walk to Jidege (27°31'18.21"N - 100°17'44.54"E, 11736 ft) from Shanggaohan and Mr.Lu came down to meet us halfway. Jidege is a Yi minority village and very Himalayan in appearance. I was told that I was the first foreigner in their village. A rare reward for a modern day explorer! Thus, for the next two days, Mr. Lu’s abode became my base camp. In the afternoon, I took out my Google maps and had interesting discussions  with Mr.Lu and his brother who was also the village headman.

Our route of first ascent on Peak II. Also showing location of Pass II and III

Exploration and Ascents

For the next two days we explored the Jidege Shan. On 15 April, 2015, we hiked up North keeping the main range to our East. After crossing two beautiful meadows we reached a locked u-shaped valley with a series of rocky summits forming its head. We climbed a pass (PASS –I: 27°32'59.08"N - 100°18'19.56"E, 13363 ft) from this valley and a rocky projection (PEAK –I: 27°32'58.70"N - 100°18'14.28"E, 13934 ft) to the immediate south of it. This pass and the adjacent peak is located on a ridge emanating due SW from the main Jidege range and gave me a good opportunity to photograph the mountains of the Jidege Shan. A series of unclimbed peaks were waiting for their first ascents and many of them I am sure will offer excellent rock climbing. I decided to come back the following day to climb at least one peak on the main range further up North and retraced our steps back to Jidege.

Next morning, we crossed Pass-I and reached the small valley to its west. We noticed very old settled moraine like features in this valley. After traversing this valley, we climbed up another pass (PASS II: 27°33'21.81"N - 100°18'33.73"E, 14001 ft). We were now on the main range. This gave us direct access further up north to another col. We were soon on top of this col (PASS-III: 27°33'29.82"N - 100°18'46.93"E, 14290 ft). It was a moderate to steep uphill walk on scree for the last stretch. Reaching Pass-III, we saw the Jidege Shan dropping down north into the deep gorges of the Jinsha. Only one glimpse of the mighty river came into our view to our NE. Rest of the course of the second bend of Jinsha  were well hidden from us as the gorge system is simply too deep. The wind was picking up and cirrus clouds quickly gathering to form an ominous grey blanket. I decided to climb the peak on the immediate east of Pass-III. Another half an hour, and we were on top of the rocky summit.

From top of the rock peak (PEAK-II: 27°33'23.23"N -100°18'50.13"E, 14500 ft) our vision opened up 360 degrees. To our south we saw the Yulong Xue Shan and Haba Xue Shan. The missing horizon between Yulong and Haba indicated the obvious depths of the Tiger Leaping Gorge. To our West we saw the mountain ranges of Deqen and Shangri-La  near the border of Tibet. To our North and East we saw mountains of Sichuan. We could see roads on the northern slopes of Jidege Shan, winding down to the river, probably to one of the Hydro-Electric stations nearby.

After climbing Peak –II, noticing that we still had a good amount of daylight in hand I decided to go down to another pass like feature located due north of Pass-III. There were patches of snow on scree which we had to descend to reach this Pass. Once there, I could see a faint trail winding down towards the motorable road further down the valley. I decided to stop moving further at this fourth pass (PASS-IV: 27°33'36.19"N - 100°18'57.42"E, 14164 ft) as it was evident that we had reached the northern ends of the Jidege Shan.

A sense of satisfaction engulfed me. I did not reach the exact coordinate point as suggested by Mike Dobie, but I was very close. I tried and in the process I have explored a completely unknown mountain range and made a first ascent of one of its many peaks. I was standing on the mountain range that I once longed to see and explore. The quest that began in a computer screen a few months back was now suddenly over. It was time to head back.

“...at each step I experienced that subtle thrill which anyone of imagination must feel when treading hitherto unexplored country. Each corner held some thrilling secret to be revealed for the trouble of looking.” –Eric Shipton, Nanda Devi, p.131



Note:
All coordinates are based on Google Map and hence may not be accurate
We found a forest trail used by locals from Jidege to Pass-III. This trail is used for hunting and collection of Yarshagumba (Caterpillar Fungus, Ophiocordyceps sinensis, Chinese name: Dōng chóng xià cǎo, meaning ‘winter worm, summer grass’) and other herbs used in Chinese Traditional Medicine. We came across one such group in the pine forests above Jidege


At Jidege village, Mr. Lu, interpreter cum driver Li and author



To the Mountains of the Moon: A Journey from Fiction to Facts

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In 1937, Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay chronicled the adventures of a Bengali boy named Shankar. This novel was named 'Chander Pahar' (English: 'Mountains of the Moon', as the fiction refers to a range of mountains and not a single standing mountain). 'Chander Pahar' went on to become one of the most loved adventure stories in the Bengali literature. In his lifetime, Bibhutibhushan wrote 16 novels and over 200 short stories. Interestingly, even though most of Bibhutibhushan's works were largely set in rural Bengal; in this particular novel the writer chose the setting of 1909 Africa.

Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay (1894-1950)
In the story 'Chander Pahar', our protagonist Shankar gets a lucky break to go out from his little riverside village in Bengal to work for the Uganda Railway. Thus begun his sudden and long journey from the mundane to the extraordinary. A roller coaster ride through adventures involving the infamous man eating lions of Tsavo, close encounters with the Black Mamba, and a shadowy, mythical creature lurking in the heart of the mountains of the moon. From the agonies of crossing the Kalahari and getting lost in a tropical rain forest to the ecstasy of discovering a treasure of yellow diamonds hidden in a lost cave in the Richtersveld mountain range.

More about the novel Chander Pahar can be found here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chander_Pahar


Cover of the book Chander Pahar. Cover artist: Satyajit Ray

Being a Bengali myself, I found 'Chander Pahar' deeply fascinating as a boy. But for a long time this remained just a juvenile adventure story to me. It is only in the recent years, when I climbed Kilimanjaro (2005), I started to gain fresh insights from the book. I realized Bibhutibhushan wrote the novel based on the publications of real life explorers and adventurers of the African continent in the late 19th and the early 20th century. The book indeed was not entirely a fruit of Bibhutibhushan's imagination. The story had serious, fact based, realistic connections with the Africa of the early 1900s. The author himself had mentioned in the foreword of his book that while writing 'Chander Pahar' he was inspired by the works of Sir Henry "Harry" Johnston and Rosita Forbes. And when one reads the Tsavo lion episode in the book one can not help but relate to Col John Henry Patterson's personal accounts.Now being a wandering pilgrim, explorer, travel writer and mountaineer ( the order does not necessarily remain the same always), 'Chander Pahar', thus raised fresh questions in my mind. Curious and inspired questions.

I am suddenly very curious to know about the status of the Uganda Railway where Bibhutibhushan's Shankar got a job under a British engineer. Is this historically significant railway still functioning healthy? Or is it becoming irrelevant entirely? At least 28 Indians and countless locals fell victim to the Tsavo lions while building this railroad.

To read more about the Uganda Railway, which was also called 'The Lunatic Express' and the 'Iron Snake' visit : http://www.theeagora.com/the-lunatic-express-a-photo-essay-on-the-uganda-railway/ 
Tayiana Chao is doing some great work here.

How are the Maasais doing? Are they still as bold and non-interested warriors as they were described by many authors before? Or are they being pushed out of their own lands? Pushed out and cornered with the fast paced development of a new Kenya? How are the new age Europeans looking at the growing economy and opportunities in what used to be the British East Africa not so long ago? Questions are many and I can go on listing them here. But instead I choose to write them in later episodes. Because, to me, at least to the Bengali mind, the most important question raised by Bibhutibhushan's 'Chander Pahar' is simple. Is there a real mountain named 'Chander Pahar' or the Mountains of the Moon in Africa?

In 150 CE, a high snow capped mountain range in the heart of Africa, was named by Ptolemy as, 'Selenes Oros', latinized as 'Lunae Montes', and in English 'Mountains of the Moon'. Did this name inspire Bibhutibhushan in christening his novel? Today this mountain range is known as the Rwenzori Mountains and it is the highest mountain range in Africa. In the book Bibhutibhushan set 'his' Mountains of the Moon' in the Richtersveld range. Richtersveld in reality is arid and semi desert in nature.
You can read about Richtersveld here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richtersveld

But the descriptions of the jungle through which Shankar, his protagonist travelled was certainly of an equatorial rain forest and which entirely matches with the Rwenzoris. You can read more about Rwenzoris here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwenzori_Mountains 

A 1937 aerial view of the Rwenzori mountains. Source: Wikipedia

But how can we be so sure that it is Ptolemy's christening that inspired  Bibhutibhushan? Well, one can start exploring Google and visit local libraries to cross check facts. But there is another way. To go there. To ask questions and seek answers for oneself. To take the journey that Bibhutibhushan's Shankar took. Starting from Mombasa, following the Uganda Railway to Lake Victoria and then to the mountain range which for the last 2000 years has been known to the rest of the world as the 'Mountains of the Moon'. 
1655 map of Africa showing location of Mountains of the Moon by Athanasius Kircher

This time again ( like in 2012, when I was cycling from Nanyuki, Kenya to Walvis Bay, Namibia) my partners in this journey will be the millions of readers of Uttar Banga Sambad (http://www.uttarbangasambad.com/).

I sincerely hope to keep sending dispatches and photos as I progress from the port town of Mombasa to the Rwenzoris. As Uttar Banga Sambad is a Bengali newspaper it is obvious that those dispatches will be in Bengali language. But I hope to put updates in social media and post reports in my blog here. 

I can be followed in Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/anindya.adventureyogi





Straight from a Story Book: Part I

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It all started with a story book. In 1937, Bibhuti Bhushan Bandyopadhyay, one of the leading writers of modern Bengali literature penned 'Chander Pahar'. It is a story of a 22 year old young man from rural Bengal who sets out to Africa on an adventure of a lifetime in 1909.

(If you have not read the book already you can read the plot summary here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chander_Pahar )

Like millions of Bengali readers I had read this adventure story when I was a kid and then as I grew up, as indicated by its publisher (juvenile literature); it became a thing of the past, a childhood fantasy for me.  It is only in recent years, after I climbed Kilimanjaro (2005), I picked up 'Chander Pahar' again. It is then, the book started opening new meanings and fresh directions for me. It is then I began to understand the meaning of the Swedish proverb-'In a good book the best is between the lines'

My repeated readings of 'Chander Pahar' turned into a close inspection, followed by investigation and that lead to my re-discovery of many elements embedded in the pages of the book. Elements such as, names of people, places and incidents. I found that those elements mentioned by the author were factual. Names such as 'Ruwenzori' ( now spelled 'Rwenzori), Duke of Abruzzi, Harry Johnston, Rosita Forbes, were whispering secrets in my ears about their real life adventures in the last century. 

From that point on, the book became a coded guide to me. A guide that would inspire a journey in real life in today's Africa. A journey from fiction to facts. From imagination to inspiration. From a childhood fantasy to a curious, real life adventure. I wanted to see how far could this book, an adventure fiction, a juvenile literature; actually take me?

Uttar Banga Sambad (http://uttarbangasambad.com/), the largest circulated daily newspaper of North Bengal extended the vital helping hand and became part of this adventure. One fine morning I was all set to retrace Shankar's (the protogonist of Bibhuti Bhushan's novel) trail.  For the next few weeks I kept sending dispatches to the daily as I progressed slowly from ancient port city of Mombasa, Kenya, to the border of Democratic Republic of Congo and Uganda. 


I have shared two youtube links below, one in Bengali and the other in English. Here I try to explain why I felt a strong urge to undertake such a journey. Please do check them out. I am thankful to Dream Wanderlust team for their interest in this project and help in this recording.





I outlined my route in two stages. The first stage was from Mombasa, Kenya to the shores of Lake Victoria. Here my focus was the Uganda Railway. In the novel ( Chander Pahar) our protagonist gets a job in this historically significant railway in 1909. From the author's description it becomes clear that he first gets appointed as a store keeper in Tsavo ( though the author never mentioned it), works as an assistant to the engineer in charge. During this period he gets to taste the wrath of the man-eating lions of Tsavo. Later, he gets transferred to a remote railway station near Kisumu. After reading both Bibhuti Bhushan and 'Man Eaters of Tsavo'; it became obvious that the author of 'Chander Pahar' was inspired by the writings of Col. John Henry Patterson and his adventures in 1898 while constructing the Tsavo bridge. So in Stage-1,my prime interest was to see and experience the present state of the famous railway, how it is functioning and the condition of some its stations that are so much steeped in history.

The second stage was, entering Uganda through the Busia border and proceed to Kasese, the foothills of the Rwenzori Mountains-Ptolemy's fabled 'Mountains of the Moon' and climbing Mt. Stanley massif.  Below are the two hand drawn route maps. They are not to scale.

Watch out for the next episode here in this blog where I outline the Stage -1 of my journey to the Mountains of the Moon-Chander Pahar. 

Stage 1 


Stage 2


Straight From A Story Book: Part II

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When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. In other words, I don't improve, in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear the disease is incurable.- John Steinbeck

Photo: Dinesh Korday
The morning I left home I had high fever. It was a legacy of a recent respiratory tract infection. A kind flight attendant offered paracetamol and the  temperature was under control. Thankfully some some infections in life are still remediable or should I say medicable. Reaching Mumbai I was glad to meet my friend Dinesh Korday. While together we enjoyed coffee I showed him the book that was taking me back to Africa, once again after 3 years. Good coffee, a close friend and a good book; was certainly a lot more than I had asked for in those few hours in Mumbai. While all the 3rd or 4th generation antibiotics fought a courageous battle inside my physical system, my spirits rose high. I was ready for another adventure. Boarding the evening flight to Nairobi I could identify myself with what John Steinbeck once said, 'once a bum always a bum'and I was glad that this disease of mine was 'incurable'

The empty terminal
Reaching Nairobi somehow felt like homecoming. My flight to Mombasa was not leaving till next morning. So I decided to spend the night in the terminal ( Terminal 1-D) itself. Pretty soon, around 11 pm, the whole terminal became empty. The airlines staff, the janitors; everybody left. Only 4 security men and myself stood guard. I was in peace and almost felt that I could start living there in this terminal. The security guys were super friendly and after I spend a few weeks here I will be like Tom Hanks in the movie 'Terminal'. My thoughts must have been corrupted by the movies I watched on the Kenya Airways flight and the super dull food they served. I dozed off putting an untimely end to my 'terminal fantasies' only to be woken up next morning with the arrival of passengers and crew of the first flight to Mombasa. 

Arab style coffee near the old port of Mombasa
Afternoon football next to Fort Jesus, Mombasa. A glimpse of Indian Ocean beyond
Mombasa felt humid and suffocating. But my fascination for its history helped me keep walking through the lanes and alleys of the old town. The history of Mombasa is not without its vicissitudes. Egyptian idols, Arabs, Portuguese, British; everything of each period has left their marks. I was engrossed in these thoughts and even felt partly hypnotized while walking the by-lanes of the 'old town'. It was then, a stranger approached and warned me of dangers of walking alone in certain areas. I understood the threat was real. Activities of Al Shabab is yet to be eradicated from here. The scars and blood stains in people's mind here are still fresh. I took his advise. Other than this incident I could roam freely and talk to people near the old port area and Fort Jesus. 

Finally sitting by the bay and sipping aromatic black coffee ( with lots of cardamom, cinnamon and sugar I guess) I thought this must the 'death of distance'. Once it took people months to sail and reach here. And today, it took me just a few hours from the banks of river Ganga to this ancient port city of East Africa. I remembered, that it was at this very place, in 1498, the great Vasco da Gama, nearly lost his ship and life through the treachery of his Arab pilot, who plotted to wreck the vessel on the reef which bars more than half the entrance to the harbour. I remembered, that it was at this very place Shankar arrived with Prasad Das Bandyopadhyay to find a job at the Uganda Railway. 

Old Town of Mombasa


Like it? Keep reading. Watch out for Part III in my blog. Don't know when I will manage to write it though. :)

Remembering Amiya Mukhopadhyay- A post in Bengali

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লোকটিকেকেউবলতেনঅরন্যদেবআবারকেউবলতেনহ্যাটপরলেইঅবিকলগ্রেগরিপেক  এসবই  ছিলএকঅসম্ভবমজবুতগড়নেরসুগঠিতমানুষকেবর্ননাদেবারএকটাঢিলেঢালাপ্রয়াসএইনামকরণছিলআমাদেরজীবনেরপ্রতিটিক্ষেত্রেরমতইঢিলেঢালা, গা-ছাড়া, ক্যাসুয়ালআন্তরিকনয়নামকরণেরউদাহরণগুলোওবেশলক্ষ্যকরারমতএকজনফ্যান্টাসিকমিকবুকচরিত্রঅরন্যদেবএবংঅন্যজনহলিউডেরতারকাগ্রেগরিপেকএককথায়দুজনইনাগালেরবাইরেতাদেরসঙ্গেতুলনাকরাহলএকবঙ্গসন্তানেরস্বভাবতইপ্রশ্নজাগেএমনটাকেনহল? আসলেআমাদেরমতঅ্যাভারেজহাইটবাঙালিরভিড়েএকটুপৃথকযারাইহয়তাদেরচটকরেএকটাতকমাপরিয়েদেওয়াহয়এইঅভ্যাসনতুননয়নামকরণেসিদ্ধহস্তআমরানামকরণ, পূজাপ্রকরণ, নৈবেদ্য, চারফোঁটাগঙ্গারজল, ঘেঁটুপূজা, সত্যনারায়ণেরসিন্নিএবংমাঝেমধ্যেইরবীন্দ্রনাথ-বিবেকানন্দ-মার্ক্সেরদোহাইএইতোআমাদেরবিস্তার! সেইবাঙালিরপর্বতারোহণঠিকযেনতাইসোনারপাথরবাটিক্লাবেরছাতাধরেফিবছরঅভিযানেযাব, শেরপাদেরবেঁধেদেওয়াদড়িধরেচুড়ায়উঠেপড়ব, পাড়ায়ফিরেকলারতুলব- এইট্র্যাডিশনসমানেচলিতেছে’ঠিকযেনবাৎসরিকশ্রাদ্ধনটবাধাশিখবনা, শিখবনাএকটাবিলেস্টেশনতৈরিকরা,মারব না একটা পিটন;কিংবাচেষ্টাকরবনানিজেদেরচেষ্টায়ছোটখাটকোনএকটাশৃঙ্গেআরোহণেরঅথচএরকমটাহোকআমাদেরসেইঅরন্যদেবকিংবাগ্রেগরিপেকচাননিতাইশেখাতেচেয়েছিলেনমনপ্রানউজাড়করে
 
Amiya in his favorite hat with his students of Rock Climbing at Susunia. 1974
কিন্তু, মানুষটিরপ্রানেরকথায়, মনেরভাষায়আগ্রহআমাদের কোনদিনই ছিল নাএকটুওআগ্রহবিহীনউল্লাসেরপ্রাচীনএইঅভ্যাসপরিস্থিতিরপরিবর্তনেওবদলায়কোথায়? পুনরাবৃত্তিরবহুআবর্তিতবৃত্তক্রমশআরওসঙ্কির্ন, আরওসংকুচিতহতেথাকেঅদৃশ্যহয়নাআরকদাচিৎ, কখনওএকরকমহঠাৎকরেইসেইবৃত্তেরএকটাকেন্দ্রখুঁজেপাওয়াযায় আজকেরসেইবৃত্তেরকেন্দ্রবিন্দুটিরনামঅমিয়মুখোপাধ্যায়পর্বতারোহী, রকক্লাইম্বারএবংলেখকঅমিয়মুখোপাধ্যায়মাসখানেকআগেতিনিচলেগেছেনআমাদেরদেওয়াঅরন্যদেবকিংবাগ্রেগরিপেকএরমুখোশকিংবামলাটেরপরোয়ানাকরেযেমনকরেঅনেকেইযানঅন্যমনস্কেচলেযানবিষাদেরবিশেষঅবসরনারেখেচলে যান বিস্মৃতিরকোনওঅচেনাপাড়ায়তবুমনেহয়জীবনেরশেষবেশকিছুবছরনিজেকেগুটিয়েনিয়েছিলেনতিনিসরিয়েনিয়েছিলেনতাঁরপরিচিত, স্বচ্ছন্দবিচরণক্ষেত্রথেকেপশ্চিমবাংলারপাহাড়িক্লাবএবংতাদেরকর্মকাণ্ডতাঁকেআরবিশেষআকর্ষণকরছিলনাপ্রশ্নজাগে, তাহলেকিকোনবিষাদেরছায়াছিলতাঁরমনে

জীবনেরএকটাবড়অংশপ্রথমেপর্বতারোহণএবংপরেরকক্লাইম্বিংপ্রশিক্ষণেঢেলেদেবারপরহঠাৎঅন্তরালেচলেগিয়েছিলেনঅমিয়যোগাযোগরেখেছিলেনকেবলহাতেগোনাকিছুছাত্র-বন্ধুরসঙ্গেমাঝেমধ্যে, সেইসবঅন্তরঙ্গঅবসরে, নিভৃতআলাপচারিতায়যাউঠেআসততাকিন্তুবিষাদনয়, বরংবলাযেতেপারেকিছুটাক্লান্তঅভিমানঅভিমানএবংবিষাদেরআক্ষরিকঅর্থেরগুণগতপার্থক্যবিচারনাকরেবরংদেখাযাকঅমিয়কেছিলেন১৯৫৯এ গাংনানি থেকে হেঁটে গোমুখ যান অমিয়। হিমালয়ের সঙ্গে সেই প্রথম পরিচয়। ১৯৬৬ তে ‘যুগল মানা’ অভিযানে হয় পর্বতারোহণে হাতেখড়ি। ১৯৬৭ এবং ’৬৮ তে দার্জিলিং এর হিমালয়ান মাউন্টেনিয়ারিং ইন্সটিটিউট থেকে নেন পর্বতারোহণে বেসিক এবং অ্যাডভানস ট্রেনিং। ১৯৬৯থেকে১৯৭৯, দশবছরেরমধ্যেঅমিয়১৪টিঅভিযানেঅংশনেনএবং১১টিশিখরআরোহণকরেনএইঅভিযানগুলিরবিস্তারেইজন্মনেয়শেরপাবিহীনশিখরআরোহণেরপ্রচেষ্টাআজযখনদেখতেপাইতাঁরসেইসবপ্রচেষ্টাছড়িয়েছিলসতোপন্থকিংবাকামেটএরমতদূর্গমশৃঙ্গ থেকে অনামা অজানা শৃঙ্গে; তখনকুর্নিসজানাতেইচ্ছেহয়বৈকি! রকক্লাইম্বিংপ্রশিক্ষকহিসাবেওতাঁরপরিচিতিকোনওঅংশেকমনয়দার্জিলিংথেকেশেরপাইনস্ট্রাক্টরএনেশুশুনিয়ায়রকক্লাইম্বিংশিবিরকরারঘরানামূলতঅমিয়এবংতাঁরঘনিষ্ঠকয়েকজনপাহাড়িয়ারহাতধরেইবন্ধহয়েছিলরকক্লাইম্বিংএরপাশাপাশিতাঁরপ্রিয়ছাত্রদেরকমান্ডোএবংসারভাইভালট্রেনিংদিতেনঅন্তরঙ্গনিষ্ঠায়অমিয়ের কাছে রক ক্লাইম্বিং এবং সারভাইভাল কোর্স করার সৌভাগ্য যাদের হয়েছিল তারা আজও স্মৃতি রোমন্থন করেন এক দুর্দান্ত অ্যাডভেঞ্চারের। এই স্মৃতি আসলে সাক্ষী বাংলার পর্বতারোহন এবং রক ক্লাইম্বিং এর এক ঝলমলে, প্রতিশ্রুতিময় অধ্যায়ের।  

a perfectionist on rock


পশ্চিমবাংলারপর্বতারোহন তথা শৈলারোহণের পটভূমিকায়সেইঅধ্যায় ছিলবসন্তআসারইঙ্গিতযাপরবর্তীকালেবনভুষননায়ক- বিদ্যুৎসরকারেরহাতধরেকিছুটাসাবালকহবারস্বপ্নদেখতেশুরুকরেগৌতমদত্ত-অতনুচ্যাটার্জি-রাতাকেআরওএকটুএগিয়েনিয়েযানকিন্তু তারপর কোথায় যেন খেই হারিয়ে যায়। পরিশ্রম সাধ্য প্রশিক্ষণের হাত ধরে উত্তরনের পথ ছেড়ে আজ সবেতেই দেখা যায় শর্টকাটের খোঁজ। ‘ফ্রিডম অফ দি হিলস’ এর জন্য নয়, আজ পাহাড়ে যাওয়া হয় রাতারাতি সেলিব্রিটি হবার জন্য। মাউন্ট এভারেস্ট সহ বেশ কিছু আট হাজারি শৃঙ্গে তো আজ হাইওয়ে বানিয়ে ফেলেছে নেপালি এজেন্সিরা। বাঙালির আট হাজার মিটারের শৃঙ্গে আরোহণের স্বপ্ন যে এই পরিণতি পাবে তা নিশ্চয়ই স্বপ্নেও ভাবেননি এক সময়ের স্বপ্ন গড়ার কারিগরেরা। অমিয়কেওদেখেযেতেহয়েছেএইদুঃসময়কিন্তুসেঅন্যপ্রসঙ্গতাইফিরেআসাযাকএই আলোচনা বৃত্তেরকেন্দ্র- অরণ্যদেব, গ্রেগরি পেক, কিংবা অমিয় মুখোপাধ্যায়- 
A dedicated rock climbing instructor

আজ বলতে দ্বিধা নেই, কেবলগালভরানামকরণইকরেছিআমরাতাঁরকিবলতেচেয়েছিলেনমনদিয়েশুনিনিএকবারওকেবল লেজেন্ড তৈরি করেছি, লেগেসির কথা ভাবিনি।অবশ্যকথাবলারচেয়েকাজেকরেদেখানটাইতাঁরকাছেসবসময়অধিকপ্রিয়ছিলবলিয়েকইয়েবলেনাম-ডাকমোটেইছিলনাতাঁরবরংবুড়োআঙুলেরএকমৃদুচাপেকোমরেরবো-লাইননট-কেআরওনিরাপদকরেতুলতেবেশিপছন্দকরতেনমঞ্চেউঠেমাইক্রোফোনেরসামনেহাসিমুখেদাঁড়ানোরথেকেকোনরকফেসেরগায়েঘর্মাক্তশরীরেঅগনিতবারওঠানামাকরিয়েপ্রিয়ছাত্রকেগড়েতোলারকাজটাইছিলতাঁরমনেরমততাইবিদায়অমিয়মুখোপাধ্যায়জীবিতথাকতেইযাকেবিস্মৃতিরঅতলেঠেলেদিয়েছিলামআমরা, আজআবারতাঁকেনিয়েইলেখাছাপারআগ্রহএকচরমপরিহাসছাড়াকিছুইমনেহয়নাকফিনে শেষ পেরেক হয়ত এভাবেই মারা হয়।     
Sujal Mukherjee (left) and Amiya Mukherjee (right) on the summit of an unnamed peak during their Raktavarn Glacier Expedition in 1977

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