In 2012 I spent four weeks in Bangalore, India. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I cried a lot, I complained a lot, and there were at least two instances that I was positive I would die. That said, I learned a lot and went on adventures and had so much fun.
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It’s been a while since I’ve talked about India but I’m back to link up with Emma, Angie, Jessi & Carolann. This month we’re blogging about unexpected places or trips! I was well aware of where I was going when I signed up for India- although my friends and family would tell you it was a surprise- but there were some totally unexpected trips and experiences while in India.
We were given a guide/liaison through the university. Jacob was the one who planned our adventures and traveled with us and handed out his number in case we had an emergency. (Of course, half of us- including me- didn’t have a cell phone.) During our time in Bangalore we visited a leprosy community, traveled to an elephant sanctuary, went on a wilderness retreat, and saw the local market, rural villages, and multiple places of worship. A few students went to an Indian wedding and some took a trip to Mysore. During our very first weekend in India we traveled to a waterfall.
I can’t explain what I was expecting… Maybe a gorgeous, lush, crisp, clean Amazonian scene? I remember being SO happy to leave the city for a bit, but that’s about it. Jacob sent us a driver and told us where we were going, but we were essentially on our own for this excursion.
Our small personal van/bus showed up at the apartment village and we piled in for a two hour ride. We weren’t expecting such a long ride and we certainly weren’t expecting the insane driving that occurs on curvy, narrow country roads in India.
(First crappy surprise: I dropped my camera on this adventure. No sooner had we exited the van and started across the crocodile-infested water did I drop
my Kyle’s camera in the water. I was borrowing it for the trip… oops.)
We did not go swimming (for obvious reasons) but we had to wade across the low points of the water to get to the waterfall. We assumed if there were crocodiles and they were hungry then they’d go for the people downstream who were doing cannonballs and handstands.
(The photos from here on out are from my fellow travelers’ stock.)
Once we were across the shallow water we crossed a wide beach-like area and came to a bus. (Keep in mind, we had no idea the journey to the waterfall would be as
treacherous intense as the falls themself!) Like everything else in India, there was a small fee for us to ride the bus to the waterfall. We asked if walking was an option. It was not. Additionally, the bus was packed full and it was not air conditioned (hahaha, nothing is). The next obvious step was to climb on the roof.
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The bus ride was ridiculously terrifying. It was like the safari ride at Disney where they pretend like the jeep is stuck or about to flip, except in this case they’re not pretending. The path is for one vehicle… except when you have to pass another bus. And the trail hugs the side of a mountain/hill… which means you’re traveling along a cliff. The inside of the bus is packed and the top of the bus is packed. It was the craziest experience!
Once we got to the waterfall it was a short hike down the slope.
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The pictures are a little underwhelming, but the waterfall was really awesome. It was a peaceful yet violent scene (if that makes any sense…). We were able to climb on the rocks and get right above the rapids. We spent the hottest part of the afternoon snapping photos and enjoying the countryside.
While we waited for the death-bus to come pick us up we chatted with some locals, refused a few marriage proposals (which happened more often than you’d think), and made “friends” with these little food thieves:
Our trip to the waterfall was such a crazy adventure, but I’m so glad we were able to experience it! It was totally unexpected and life changing!