We went through mingling areas of wild shrubbery and small areas functioning as fields for the residents of the village. With him hacking at undergrowth on the way we made our way on the hot afternoon in search of the promising waters. On the way we even had a view of Anjunem dam in turquoise green glistening in the distance. We first heard the gush and then saw the Sada waterfall– it was quite an oasis of glee in the unforgiving afternoon heat. The waterfall wasn’t grand, but being right under it, it felt like ephemeral mist that just merged into the air before it reached the earth. We relaxed on rocks near the waterfall allowing the shower of droplets to skim us, dipped our feet into the gurgling stream and munched on emergency chocolates that we shared with the guide.
After a while we had to peel ourselves from there to make our way back. Just before we reached the village, the guide took a minute to check in with his cattle grazing in the field and came back with 2 hands full of lemons for us insisting we take them! He asked if we were interested in a fort and took us to one that was beautiful -in how wild it was in all its ruined form- moss all over, greenery bursting through every nook and cranny. It was the first fort where we were asked to take off our footwear despite there being no real path through the area other than walking through the earth and greens. Apparently locals consider the place sacred and have festivals there annually too.
A little ahead and he recommended one last thing- the village well. Here too he requested us to take off our foot wear to enter the deep step well since it was still used as potable water. The mossy covered walls made for yet another pretty and unexpected scene in the little hamlet.
By this time my hunger had disappeared but we stopped at a small makeshift restaurant(Note :there aren’t any once you deviate from the Chorla Ghat road.) and had some pav bhaji as lunch.
Driving back we made our way a second time to St.Mary’s church and strangely it was still closed. Anyone who’s aware, do let us know if they have specific timings. With our love for water spots, we then made our way to Fort lake for a leisurely stroll lit by the setting sun. Once it got dark, we decided to make our way back to the hotel which incidentally was in Khade Bazaar and we stopped and parked by the side of a street hearing the sounds of drumming! We joined the crowd, I found a place on a raised platform to see what was going on. It was this brilliant display of strength, joy, beauty, and camaraderie with a group of young girls beating drums to celebrate the Ganesha Chaturthi festival. The whole performance was rhythmically mesmerising. Despite being out all day and quite tired ourselves, they had our rapt attention- we managed to join the crowd and cheer them on as the music thundered through the narrow by-lanes of the market. After that eventful,unpredictable day, we crashed to sleep with dreams of what adventures the next day would hold!
The next day we had decided to make our way to the Gokak waterfalls on the Ghataprabha river. Prepared with water and scarves to tackle the sun we reached in 1.5 hrs following maps- only to land up on the opposite side of the waterfalls ie., the non touristy side beside a small village temple (which as we later learnt was the 12th century- Madhavananda Prabhu temple).
A couple of gentlemen working on its renovation and a few kids running around the area playing. We decided it was the perfect spot both to take a break and enjoy a different view of the water while we munched on our snacks.
We then rode to the “right” side of the falls making our way into the town which almost looked like it was from another era. A single cloth mill seemed to be the main business around and a charming but defunct stone walled electricity generation station from the 19th century still stood proud in the distance.
The gorge overlooking the waterfalls is impressive in its warm shade of reddish brown looking both jagged and protective at the same time. Despite visiting after the rains, the water strength was not as its best- however that gave us a chance to go closer for a look since most of the surface was dry in the season. Its hard to explain why we love the sight of waterfalls- the drama, the roar, the majesty or the concept of crashing down with grace only to surge ahead. Munching on pineapple slices with a sprinkling of salt and chilly powder while enjoying the sight sure does call for some philosophy.
On a whim , we stopped again at a neighboring park and a homeless man playing with some puppies , gestured to us to walk ahead- he had led us to yet another view of the waterfalls! Looks like we were destined to see it from every angle that day.
We thanked him with the rest of our snacks and made our way to the Godachinmalki waterfalls on the Markandeya river. We sure hadn’t had enough of our quota of falls for the trip.
With expectations low, we got there, but what a fun spot it was. With water gushing down multiple levels it’s just the right level of playful and impressive, it was a great spot to rest a while, munch on some corn and watch the water droplets sparkling in the sunlight as they scatter everywhere.
All seen and done, we finally had to make our way back to Belgaum and then Bangalore for the end of a wondrous trip with just the right mix of joy, cheer, and serenity.