A memorable rickshaw ride II- Final Base

The feeling of serenity ended with the rickshaw ride (refer to my previous blog) and we were again left with facing the tedious task of deciding ‘where next?’ There wasn’t much to see at Kachari Ghaat… only vegetable vendors and fish mongers and a pungent, earthy smell greeting us every way we turned. Standing there we realized the folly of our decisions (well, our decisions haven’t quite been sensible I admit).

We could see a park nearby, which neither of us dared enter. It looked like an old witch’s coven, with rattling gates and long sweeping ferns, unkempt grass and foliage everywhere even on the benches covered in moss.

We took our own sweet time in pondering about our last stop, which we decided must be somewhere good (at least one decision should go right). Aha! We both had a brain wave all of a sudden. ‘Let’s go to Bellevue!’ we chimed in together (its actually the name of a Hotel there, but the area has come to be known as such).

Final base: Bellevue point

The point of that day’s venture was to explore the unknown and what better unknown than this. Whenever we friends used to hang out, we did so in restaurants, restaurants and more restaurants (thought that’s better for some days), this time around we were doing something which we wanted, never mind the struggling on foot part.

But then again, where do we get ourselves another rickshaw? There was no one in sight, only a few couples sitting in that old park and the market folk. No vehicles, nothing!

And so began our long trudge to our final destination. We walked and walked (and also managed to talk at the same time which made both of us short of breath) and walked a bit more. I had walked so much that day that I was really in a gleeful mood thinking about the calories I was bidding goodbye to and so was Ritu.

Now, Bellevue is uphill and unfortunately for us, the sun decided to show its face just at that moment. How hard it must have laughed seeing the two of us struggling upwards with an umbrella in hand. At one point of time, it felt impossible to go on further as, our legs cried out in symphony to stop then and there. But, being true to ourselves, we went a bit further and again a bit further and thus finally reached the point from where the view was spectacular. It was an amazing sight which words can never describe fully. All in all, we had actually made a good choice in coming here and we agreed the pain was worthwhile.

With the final ground covered and done with, we returned home.

P.S.- Had to walk all the way to Barwari again, as that day, rickshaws had turned into extinct objects.