“If you don’t plan, you plan to fail.”
I stick to the saying. However, as always, there are some exceptions. I would better like to quote, “Sometimes serendipity plans and executes the unplanned.”
With no plans and, of course, no expectations we set out for a plunge in the Bheri River on Saturday. Saturday outings have been a part of our ritual to kill the ennui and enliven our spirits.
|Madhu on the banks of Bheri River|
Starting from Birendranagar, the nearest point of reach to Bheri is only 15 kilometres away. However, we wanted to keep against the flow of the river and reach upstream. Our target point was Ghumkhahare, a village near Botechaur.
As we passed Chhinchu, which is 28 Kms away from Birendranagar, and headed to Chhinchu-Jajarkot section of the road, Madhu started pointing to the beauty of the surrounding. The landscape is simply awesome!
|Abhijit ready to cook the goat head|
As the SUV was roaring towards the destination, the landscape started turning more and more beautiful – the juxtaposition of blue waters of Bheri River, dense forest, patches of sparse settlements, and wheat fields made the scenery a perfect sight to behold at.
On the way we passed through Mehelkuna. The locals have started a rafting service from Mehelkuna, a popular spot for picnicking. Starting from Mehelkuna, the rafting ends at Ramghat, a downstream point, and covers a distance of nine kilometres.
|Om preparing salad|
We crossed the suspension bridge near Botechaur to reach the other side of the river. The sight below the bridge is a beauty: the water is clear and blue, the sand on the bank is sparkling white, and children playing on the bank seem to be a pattern drawn on a blank canvas.
|Sanjeev swimming in cool Bheri waters|
On reaching the bank of the river, we were awestruck at the serenity and beauty of the place. The blue river was flowing rapidly, splashing white waves on the rocks. The sand and pebbles on the bank were scorching hot and to our chagrin there was not a single place with shade to recline.
|Sparkling white sand and pebbles on the bank of Bheri|
We set up a stove out of stones and Kapil took pains to light the fire. Abhijit started showing his cookery, starting with the goat head. The head was split into four parts and he boiled it till the meat and skull were easily separable. “Detaching meat from a goat’s skull is as easy as peeling a banana,” claimed Abhijit. He was right, it seemed effortless and within minutes our first dish, the fried goat head, was ready.
|Set to return after the merrymaking|
Eating, swimming, and merrymaking were not the only deeds in our list. My friends fed an old man, tipped a young boy herding cows, and gifted an old woman for her help. Finally, it was time to pack and we left the place with a promise to get there once again.
|Resting at the chautari|
|Last pose on the suspension bridge|