Been a while since my last trot. Exams, projects and yakadiyakadiyak. Nevermind those ; finally free from the clutches of exams and the next thing I do? I pack my bags and head off to Kunti Betta. Here, let me share my experience of that wonderful yet simple place to trek.
THE KUNTI BETTA(hill) had called us and we were on our way. An hour and a half of a train journey which made us stand/sit next to the door of the coach, coupled with the riskshaw ride which led us to Pandavapura. Pretty historic name , this. The rick ride, soon followed by a ragged bus ride to the base of the hill. Well that bus conductor made us get down a kilometer away from the base. Such a … ; So shades on, camera out and our trek began.
We walked, and walked, and walked until we reached a temple. The temple was at the base and it was a dead end. Wait if it was a dead end, where was the path that led to the top of the hill? Bemused, we came outside the temple.
There was ONE elderly lady yelling at her sheep just outside the temple. Our initial fright was that she would end up yelling at us as well, making us feel equivalent to the sheep. We ended up asking her for directions after all. The lady told us to take the only path that was next to the temple. This path had eluded us at first sight, and off we went in search of what we came for; oh wait, we didn’t know what was in that place even then!
That solitary road led us to a school and behind the school was a stairway that expanded to more temples. One particular gentleman, who was a local to that area came up to us and asked intuitively if we had no clue as to where we were heading to and “Gothilla Sir, neeve heli, bettadh melgade heng hogodhu” (“We don’t know sir, please tell us as to how to go to up the hill”) was the prompt reply from our side. Before he gave us the directions, he told us the history and the nomenclature of the hills. According to the local(s), in the ancient times, during exile, Bheema and Kunti came and took shelter in this place and hence the name. Also there was stone carving of Bheem’s feet at the peak. So we went in search for that feet.
The trail was from the back of the hill so we began climbing.
Behind the hill was a huge lake which was next to dry. Climate change is a dirty little player. Anyway, tens of cliffs and a random cave later, we approached the peak. We were absolutely exhausted. The sky was blue, with not a hint of cloud. The first temple, at the top,was broken and had nothing inside. This was a let down as we went that far in the sun and all that was found was a hollow broken temple. “Akadda!” (Stands for “there” in Telugu(a native language of India)) shouted my cousin and we had found another mini temple that housed the footprint of Bheem.
We came down in no time, took loads of shortcuts (cute, but i had no clue which was long and which was short while coming down, so let’s keep it as a shortcut yeah?).
We came back from pandavapura by train and were home by late evening.
What a day. What a trek. What a place to keep your foot!