There wasn’t a specific reason for choosing Kutch as my next solo travel destination. But what clearly set it apart was that unlike Ladakh, Coorg or Goa, I’d never set foot in Kutch before. So planning my itinerary with my homestay host was a rather interesting beginning
With my backpack lugged on my back I found myself a spot on a ST bus from Bhuj to get to my homestay. This would mark the beginning of my love story with the arid landscape of Kutch. And this would take me by surprise because I was coming from a higher pedestal having travelled to Ladakh (twice!) already – after all it is a desert at an altitude
Of the five days I spent in Kutch, three were spent on the road. Day 1, I visited the craft villages at Bhujoda, Khamir, Ajrakpur in the company of the autorickshaw driver who would provide with snippets of information about literally everything. It surprises me how in spite of the hour of the day I’d embarked to make this trip (it was around 11 AM and mind you summer was only beginning to embrace us but the temperature was in the range of 34 – 37 degree C), I wasn’t the least perturbed by any of it. The landscape – it’s sheer expanse, miles and miles of nothing but flat plain land – complimented by the dry but hot air had already begun to have a certain effect on me
The 100 odd kilometre drive to the White Desert on Day 2 only helped me realize that this landscape did in fact stir something within me. Was it those rare yet deep splotches of colour found in flowers that bloomed in the bramble clusters? Or was it my brain’s inability to comprehend distance courtesy the flat land that seemed to extend into the horizon?
I was but just once before stunned into silence by nature and this undoubtedly was at TsoMoriri in Ladakh. I encountered my second such moment when on the full moon night I stood spellbound at the Rann – salt crystals from the dry marshland bed sparkling in the rays on the moon
Finally on the day I was to depart from Bhuj, I made way to Dholavira the archaeological site that contains ruins of an ancient Indus Valley Civilization making a road trip of almost 300 kilometres only to finally admit to myself that this scorched, parched and barren place on the planet had worked its charm on me. I was smitten
To stand awestruck bang in the middle of the Indus Valley civilization’s ruins and fossils, marvelling at the immense thrust to town planning 2500 years before Christ was never even dreamt of
To have a second opportunity to view the Rann from the exact opposite side of the lake almost 400 kilometres away from where I stood enchanted by the moonlight a few days ago and admit to myself that the Creator did some fun stuff with them brushstrokes was a dream come true
To rave about mud, sand and dust when the temperatures were hovering around 40 degree C and we were stranded with no food in sight for over 50 odd kilometres and still be kicked about the idea of witnessing nature in all her glory was me falling in love with that Banjar zameen
From my blog post -- http://nomadicthunker.blogspot.in/2014/03/iwander-exploring-kutch-banjar-zameen.html