Sikkim-The Jewel Hidden in the Mountains-III

We reached Yuksom late  in the afternoon, quite famished and Jeewan quickly drove us to a hotel, where we ordered lunch. While the lunch was being prepared, we decided to go up to the Throne of Norbudong, the site of the coronation of the first ‘chogyal’ (king and spiritual leader) of Sikkim. The Throne of Norbugang, witnessed the crowning ceremony of Phuntshog as the first king of Sikkim in 1641 AD. The ancient throne today stands with in a rubble enclosure, facing East and comprises of four stepped seats. The largest of the four seats, right in the centre was for the great Nyingapa Lama Lahatsun Chembu, while the seat to his right was for the chogyal.The other two seats were for kartokpa lama Sempa Chembo and kartokpa lama Rigzig Chempo. The throne is sheltered by a huge pine, which stands like an enormous sentry guarding the throne.We wandered around the Throne of Norbudong, explored the chorten nearby and rotated a huge prayer wheel. The yellow and white prayer flags fluttered in the breeze and we felt a wonderful peace enveloping us.

Yuksom is also at the head of the Kaziranga National Park and the trek to the base of the mighty Kanchanjunga starts from Yuksom. Thus, Yuksom attracts trekkers and mountaineers from across the world. It is an enchanting village surrounded by lush forests and high mountains, with wild flowers growing everywhere. Had we researched this trip better, we would have certainly stayed a couple of nights in Yuksom. We returned, had lunch and with a nagging dread for the landslide we had encountered earlier, we left Yuksom.

As we once again approached the 1.5 kms stretch of road, which the landslide and the rains have converted into a veritable bog, we girded ourselves up. Jeewan said a small prayer and we plunged into the mud, with Jeewan flooring the pedal and the car zig-zagging its way across the slush. We would have hardly covered 500 m, when we got stuck, with the rear wheels of the car uselessly grinding in the mud. The harder Jeewan tried to extract us from the bog, the deeper we appeared to be sinking.

Fortunately for us there was a gang of workers who were around. While on our way up to Yuksom, we had seen them at work trying to fix the road. Now with the sun going down, they were done with a hard days work and were squatting by the roadside smoking and chatting. Seeing our predicament they offered help. About half a dozen young men tried pushing us out of the rut. Jeewan would floor the pedal, while these young men would try to push the car out. We tried this for over half an hour, but with little luck. Finally in a bid to increase the weight at the back of the car we all piled in from the back-door, and some of the lads on the road jumped on to the car’s rear, while others pushed hard with Jeewan pouring all the car’s power, we zig-zagged our way out of the mud. We all breathed a big sigh of relief, profusely thanked the boys, without whose help we did not stand a chance.

On our way back to Pelling, I could not help but wonder at the generosity and spirit of these native people, who after a day’s toil did not think twice of helping people like us in distress. None of them ever flinched from joining in knowing fully well that this was an arduous task and that they would soon be covered with mud and will have to wash again. Not only did they come for help, they did so with grace and a great deal of laughter and fun. As they waved us on, they were all smiling at a job well done. Wonderful people.

The next day, our last in Sikkim, again dawned overcast with the clouds swirling on the streets. Any hopes of catching a glimpse of the Kanchanjunga receded. We headed off towards the Pemayangtse Monastery, located 3 kms above Pelling. The monastery was established by Lama Lahatsun Chembo and is considered to be one of the oldest monasteries in Sikkim. We climbed up to the monastery amidst yellow prayer flags dancing in the mist. Pemayangtse Monastery contains rare Buddhist artifacts, the walls are covered with fine murals, old sculptures and ancient scriptures adorn the first and the second floor of the monastery. On the top floor we saw a magnificent wooden structure, a seven tiered depiction of the heavenly palace of Guru Rinpoche. The monastery also afforded a beautiful view of distant hills, flowing streams and the ruins of Rabdentse, the second capital of Sikkim.

Tensung Namgyal, the second chogyal of Sikkim and the son of Phuntshog Namgyal, shifted the capital of Sikkim from Yuksom to Rebdantse, which is located on a significant spur, within a thickly forested valley, South West of the Pemayangtse Monastery. Wewalked about 1.5 kms through an enchanting forest to reach the ruins. The walkway gradually slopes upwards and the ruins are close to the top and are immaculately maintained. A dividing wall clearly highlights the areas used by the royals and the ones meant for lay religious ceremonies. As we explored these ruins, we could not help but notice their beautiful environs, surrounded by a dense jungle, a beautiful valley below us, distant hills beyond the valley and clouds flitting around us. Suddenly the sun broke through and it drenched everything in such bright light that we found ourselves squinting. The three Chortens, inside the royal quarters right on the edge of the hill stand proud and erect and one could clearly see the monastery higher up on the opposite hill. Rebandtse remained the Sikkimease capital till 1780, when it was attacked by the Nepalease. The chogyal Tenzing fled to Tibet and it was only in 1793 after the Sino- Nepalese treaty  was signed that his son Tsudphud Namgyal returned to rule Sikkim once again. He decided to shift the capital to Tumlong, further away from Nepal and thus gradually Rebandtse turned into these ruins.

Since we still had half a day left, Jeewan decided to drive us to the Singshore suspension bridge, which is located near Dentam some 25 kms from Pelling. The bridge is an engineering marvel and connects two densely forested hills. It is over 100 m high and spans, without support over 20o metres. The bridge affords a breath-taking view of the hills with waterfalls everywhere. As we stood on the bridge we could feel the wind in our hair, the thrill of being suspended high up in the air between two magnificent mountains and it was magical. We had delicious momos at the food stall adjacent to the bridge and decided to climb up further to the village of Uttarey, beyond which lies Nepal. The ride to Uttarey was wonderful and the village itself is a tranquil hamlet. We were running out of time and had to return to Pelling by the evening.  Thus, we descended quickly to the Singshore bridge and drove over it on our way back to Pelling.

The next day we departed Pelling early to catch our flight at Bagdogra. Jeewan saw us off at the airport. All of us carried wonderful memories of Sikkim, a land of great grandeur, unspoilt and virgin, full of kind and gentle people. We did not get to see Kanchanjunga, but then it is a fickle mountain and one can not do anything, if it chooses not to reveal its secrets. We would in due course return to seek the mountain’s blessings at a more opportune time.


Sikkim-The Hidden Jewel in the Mountains – II

An overcast morning in Sikkim

We left Gangtok for Pelling on an overcast morning. Jeewan Alam, our driver turned out to be a loquacious and feisty young man, full of life. As we drove to Pelling in West Sikkim, Jeewan Alam talked about life in Sikkim. Jeewan has two elder brothers in the armed forces, one posted in the North Sikkim mountains and the other with the Assam Rifles in Assam. He too wanted to follow in his brother’s footsteps, but his mother intervened, asking him not to go fighting to distant borders and stay with her to care for her in her old age. Jeewan, thus became the owner and the driver of this Tata Sumo, which he had bought second hand. He loved the car, was very proud of it and lavished good care and attention on it through out our travels with him. In addition to the Tata Sumo, he also owned a Mahindra Bolero, which was also being used as a taxi and was driven by a friend of Jeewan.We again drove along the Teesta, and as we went down the mountain from Gangtok, the sun came out, the clouds vanished and our hopes of seeing the Kanchanjunga, in Pelling went up. We crossed the border at Rongpo and entered the hills of West Bengal, followed the Teesta to where it met Rangeet and than traveled along the Rangeet, in West Sikkim. Rangeet forms the border between the turbulent hills of West Bengal and the peaceful  surrounds of Sikkim. Jeewan has a deep rooted sense of disquiet about the hill folks of the neighbouring Darjeeling. He believes that most of them are aggressive good for nothing sorts, who come into Sikkim only to create trouble. We went past Melli, Jorethang and Legship, from where we started our ascent to Gaeyzing and finally Pelling.

Rimbi Waterfalls Pelling

Pelling is situated on a ridge atop a forested hill facing the Kanchanjunga. As we had driven up from Legship, clouds had again rolled in and completely enveloped Pelling. We reached Pelling late in the afternoon, had lunch and decided to rest in the hotel.The next day we set out early in the morning for Yuksom, the ancient capital of Sikkim. Jeewan promised to show us the countryside, en route. Our first stop was the Rimbi waterfalls, located 12 kms from Pelling. The water of the Rimbi river falls down a steep hillside completely covered in green into an inviting

Fisherman on the Rimbi

pool and then flows into a stream. A small hydel power plant is situated on the left bank of the Rimbi river and provides power to Pelling and other nearby villages and towns.The department of tourism in Sikkim has developed the Sewaro Rock Garden on the banks of the river Rimbi. The park is beautiful with wildflowers growing everywhere in abandon, the Rimbi river flowing by majestically and the hills completely covered with lovely forests on either side of the park. Somehow, the place reminded me of Pehalgam in Kashmir. We walked along the swiftly flowing river, watching an indigenous tribal fishing, by fording the river and throwing his small net in a wide arc. As he drew in the net, he would let go of the smaller fish and only take the bigger one as his catch.

Returning from the Sewaro Park, we headed for the famed Khecheopari Lake. The lake is situated at 6000 ft and is considered to be holy. Legend has it that many years ago, the lake was a grazing ground full of thorny nettles. The Lepchas used the barks of these trees for medicinal purposes  and once, while a Lepcha couple sat peeling off the bark , they witnessed two huge Conch shells hitting the ground with tremendous force. The ground than shook violently and a stream of clear water emerged, which engulfed the entire surrounding area, thus creating the

Khecheopari lake

lake. The lake has since been recognised as the abode of ‘Tshomen Gyalmo’, the chief protective nymph of the dharma and blessed by the goddess Tara. The walk to the lake is through a winding path in the jungle alive with beautiful wild flowers, ferns and huge trees standing erect and proud. The lake itself is hidden behind colourful prayer flags and a long jetty allows pilgrims to reach out to the lake. As we walked up to the lake, we had pilgrims carrying incense sticks and other puja paraphernalia, jostling with each other. Right at the end of the jetty, the devout prayed and offered ‘prasad’ to the lake, which was quickly gobbled up by a school of fish, thrashing about in the lake.

Kanchanjunga Falls, West Sikkim

We left Khecheopari Lake by early afternoon and it had started drizzling. Sikkim’s roads are prone to sudden closure because of landslides and Jeewan was worried about us being able to reach Yuksom and return to Pelling by the evening. On our way to Yuksom we had one more scheduled stop at the Kanchanjunga Falls. After witnessing our excitement at the Rimbi Falls, Jeewan had been hinting about the Kanchanjunga Falls being far more exciting. The name itself conjures up images of the water coming down from the snowcapped peaks of the great mountain and I must say on seeing the waterfalls, we were left speechless. The main falls are hidden from view from the road and we had to walk about 500 m to view the spectacular waterfalls, a huge wall of roaring water crashing almost vertically from 150 m or more, surrounded by dense foliage and moss covered stones. We also noticed that for some reason we were alone at the falls and even the tea shops around the picturesque spot were shut. We soon discovered the reason-the word had been passed along that the road to Yuksom had been closed because of landslides and thus other tourists had already returned to Pelling.

As we thought about this unexpected turn of events, Jeewan sensed our disappointment and chipped in by saying that “let us carry on towards Yuksom and we will return only if we found the passage completely blocked”. We quickly clambered aboard and once again set off. About 10 kms ahead we ran into the landslide. The stretch of the road about 1.5 kms long looked like a sea of mud with a huge gorge on one side. A gang of workers were busy trying to make the road passable but they were clearly no where near finishing their task. Jeewan decided to wade into this.  With his foot firmly on the accelerator, the car lurched ahead with a vengeance and skidded dangerously. Jeewan kept pressing ahead, struggling with the car, trying to keep it on the straight and the narrow. I do not know how, but we did manage to shoot through the slush and found the macadam once again. We all lustily cheered for Jeewan and his boyish zeal to show us around his Sikkim and continued to Yuksom, the first capital of Sikkim.

To be contd.

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