The trudge to Saddle Peak – Notes from a travel diary



Sometimes I wonder why do we do the things we do? Why on earth do we willingly subject ourselves to torture? What makes us embark on a sweaty, thirsty, near-vertical climb up what is the tallest peak on a cluster of tropical islands when we could be lounging in the shade by the beach somewhere?

These were the questions going through my mind as I trudged my way up Saddle Peak, the tallest hill on the Andaman Islands, located near Diglipur. I couldn’t dismiss the feeling the guide accompanying us was having himself a private chuckle at our expense – loping along at his easy pace, while we groaned and sweat and groaned some more.

I think it was the fear of being dismissed as a city chick that kept me going, stubbornly insisting on hefting my own backpack and continuing the climb even when my knees were sore. I kept reassuring myself that the view from the top would be worth the effort.

The start of the trek had been beguiling. At 5 in the morning, the air was cool, the sun gentle and the path, flat.

“We walked along the beach as the sun rose to our left, and then into the forest, where the fallen leaves reflected the morning sun creating a golden glow all around. The pleasant 3.5-long walk ended at a stream after which the 5km climb up to the peak begins.

There I did the daftest thing imaginable, while crossing the stream. I could see where there was a stone I could step on, and I could see where there was a floating leaf, and I avoiding the stone and firmly planted my foot on the said leaf, immediately getting my socks and shoes completely wet. After that I was so miffed, that I just sloshed my way across the stream getting both feed equally wet. What a way to start a trek – with the stage set perfect for getting some real nasty blisters.”

After that, I have no real memory of what happened. Except that I climbed and climbed, took of my shoes and socks to dry the two times I stopped for a break, and baked in the tropical sun. And that I dreamed of reaching the top and settling down under the shade of a tree for a well deserved break, having some papaya, looking at the view and letting the breeze cool me.

Well, I’m sure you can imagine how that turned out. There was nothing at the top. NOTHING. No tree. No view. And no breeze. There was this teeny sense of accomplishment, but I had time to indulge it cause I had to rush back down again after a quick photo, just so that I could get out of the harsh sun.

Sigh. No more. Just check out the photos.

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  • Dr. P.K. Jha

    Please pay attention to your grammar: Replace “Sometimes I wonder why do we do the things we do?” by “Sometimes I wonder why we do the things we do.”

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  • arunbery

    Dear Neha,
    I am 54 and have been quite a good traveler to various parts of northen india during my younger days.
    Then as you say made progress on professional front, monetory and family . I got to see many places far and near in India and abroad but mostly in comfort and planned ittineries.
    Thed last adventure was with family in 1997 a visit to kunsum pass when kids were in class 11th and twelvth then they moved abroad and have took me to exotic locations but no adventure.
    I am keen to go tracking, bike riding to Leh and also unexplored pplaces like Nohradhar, choordhar and am looking for company of matured people or understanding youngsters as now i am free from family responsibilities.
    Could you connect to some such groups.
    Also i would like to write about my past travels if you can guide where to begin
    Regards
    Aru K bery

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    neha Reply:

    Hi Aru
    The HT Travel website has a spot where readers can send their write ups. You can also send them to the email address awaynbeyond@hindustantimes.com.
    To find company for treks you can check out a trekking forum like http://www.mumbaihikers.org or http://www.trekkinginindia.com

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  • Sonali

    Nice pics Neha

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    neha Reply:

    Thanks Sonali!

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  • Adhiraj

    First – @PK Jha – Shouldn’t it be – Replace ” …. ” with ” … ” ??? Just wondering ?!

    Neha – delightful account of your travails… oops, travels ;-) Memories from my 7 mile trek up a 14er (14k ft. high for the un-initiated) in Ouray, Colorado came flooding back. My friend, who’s an avid outdoorsman, motivated (or should I say scammed?) me to join him on this non-technical climb. We were with our families, so didnt’ have the luxury of a 4-wheel drive to drop us closer to the summit. We didn’t realize our climb was gonna stretch 6-7 miles. The first few miles were wonderful, but the steep climb soon took it’s toll. I just couldn’t climb the last 500m skree-field (loose rock, gravel at the summit). My friend went on alone and told me to start the trek back and that he’d catchup with me. I was hesitant, but started trudging back, slowly & painfully. With the rarified air, I could hear non-existent sounds ricochetting from the surrounding peaks. It didn’t help that it was wild bear country, we’d seen signs halfway up the trail. I was lucky enough to catch a ride with a couple of local teenagers who were camping out on the mountain. It didn’t help that they were guzzling beer as they drove downhill. Boy, was I glad to make it back in one piece that day ??
    But in the end, it was a memorable experience! Cheers !!

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    neha Reply:

    Wow! That does sound like quite the experience. I’ve realised torturous experiences make for great stories :)
    n

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  • Pps_patni

    baseless blog shame on you :( …. I know why you specifically calling BOMBAY and VT …. one more thing …local people are maharashtrian, please give some respect …
    original original inhabitants were east indian community (marathi ethic group).

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  • Abdulghafoor

    I am surprised to see Indian journalists taking the most pro-Pakistan stance in DC with regards to the issue of the Baloch people. What a disappointment.

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