It Begins Here
If you catch the 10.30 bus from the Satellite bus stand in Bangalore you will cover 224 km in five hours and reach Coorg at around 3 in the morning. It sounds a bit early and it was early. It was a chilly night in October last year. Nine of us stood stranded at Kushalnagar beside the Mysore Madikeri Highway. By the time we realized that the bus we just got down from was going to Madikeri through our destination – the Nisargadhama Forest Resort, it had already vanished. We negotiated with a couple of sleepy auto drivers who agreed to take us to the resort at a price that we suspected was nowhere near the actual rate. It was a short ride and when we reached the place the gates were firmly locked. Without consulting each other we all started shouting for the guard. He came, he declined, and he was sweet talked into unlocking the small gate. We entered.
All the shops were closed; there was nobody around except our own shadows cast by the bright vapor lamps half hidden by the fleeting fog. We sat around near the entrance of the hanging bridge over the Cauvery River.