Showing posts with label At Sea In The Water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label At Sea In The Water. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

At Sea In The Water - Rafts of Rafts

Raft: 
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1. a more or less rigid floating platform made of buoyant material or materials:
2. a large collection or amount

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My earliest exposure to the word 'raft' was through a 'Community Living' textbook. Rafts were meant to be primitive forms of float mats that were used to cross water-bodies.

Che Guevara (right) with Alberto Granado (left) aboard the "Mambo-Tango" wooden raft on the Amazon - June 1952.
Image from Wikipedia

This somehow never presented a promising picture in my adolescent mind. Of course, Che hadn't entered in my mind then. So there's that.

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Rafting in Chitwan, Nepal

We had a family trip to Nepal in the late 90s; Diwali vacation. About one year before the Amrut Baugh incident. The circuit we took was Gorakhpur-Kathmandu-Pokhara-Chitwan-Gorakhpur. Chitwan is a protected forest area bisected by the river Rapti. I remember we had taken an Elephant Safari - spotted a Rhino and some wild Elephants. The next day we were supposed to cross the river Rapti on a raft.

I was quite jumpy and excited, partly due to the mental picture of the rafts and partly due to the fact that the river is infested with crocodiles. The raft in question actually turned out to be a local boat - more like a canoe, but with lower sides. We found similar boats during out Meghalaya trip as well.


Canoe-Raft on the Rapti

The ride was fun, with the only warning being, "Do not put your hands in the water - unless you want to attract the crocodiles". Needless to say, I kept to the much-practiced-in-school folded hands pose throughout the ride.

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White Water Rafting in the Kundalika

Rafting in the Kundalika river during the monsoon is supposed to be one of the major adventure activities around Mumbai and it has always got my adrenaline racing. I've as yet rafted thrice on the Kundalika - 2011, 2012 and 2013. It is a simple enough task to adhere to the instructions as they are belted out in a pseudo-fake accent.

Practicing ...
pic by Kevin DaSilva, 2012

The Kundalika river rafting is done on rapids created by  water released daily from the Bhira Dam on a 14km stretch. In 2011 we were late - around Octiber - and hence the water levels were comparatively low and only L2 rapids were available. 2012 was perfect. We went at the end of a heavy monsoon spell and the waters were just enough for L3-L4 rapids. In 2013 the river was too full and most L3 rapids were smothered to L2. the major rapids have been named - 'Morning Sickness', 'Johnnie Walker', 'Double Trouble', etc.

Kundalika rapids

Each raft has (preferably) equal number of oarsmen on either side. The main job of the oarsmen is to provide thrust and steer the raft. Each raft also has an instructor who exercises overall control on the raft and also ensures safety of the oarsmen. The best seat in the house is the front row. The better than the best seat is the one between the front row oarsmen - you will invariably end up there if you are part of a group of more than eight people.

Apart from the Kundalika, rafting activities for Mumbaikars are also available on the Vaitarna river. The system there is similar to the one in Kundalika and relies on dam water release.

The Vaitarna rafting patch

Rafting in the Ganga and camping on its banks is an adventure in its own right. Rishikesh has been beckoning for quite some time now.

Rafting camps on the banks of  the Ganga

The main-course for rafting however is the Siang in Arunachal. The Siang begins its course as the Yarlung Tsangpo (Big River) on the Tibetian Plateau and enters India through the steep gorges of the Pemako region as the Siang. The Siang then flows into Assam as the main constituent of the mighty Bramhaputra. The rafting stretch of a whopping 180kms, spread over 7-8 days through remote regions of Arunachal Pradesh, is meant for the ones who are more than just interested in the sport.

The valley of the Siang, Lower Pemako region

Gorges and camps on the Siang

 Still more of Siang

The base price of INR 1.5L per person also means that your pockets need to be reasonably deep for the Siang.

- Kapil Pilankar

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

At Sea In The Water - Waterfall Rappelling

Rush! - Waterfall Rappelling

Waterfall:
-- noun
1.a steep fall or flow of water in a watercourse from a height, as over a precipice; cascade.
2.a manner of arranging women's hair, as in long, loose waves.

Waterfall type1 demonstrated at Malshej Ghat

Rappel:
-- noun
1.(in mountaineering) the act or method of moving down a steep incline or past an overhang by means of a double rope secured above and placed around the body.

Rappelling - In action yours truly
Pic by Adarsh Hemrajani at Rethi cha Zura


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Golden rule of rappelling: Always wear a helmet

Golden rule of rappelling for women: Always keep your waterfalls tucked inside of the helmet; you don't want them to get entangled with the equipment.

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Waterfalls cascading down a slope bring out a sense of awe in me. The sheer force of the water is despite of the grace of the fall. At the base of the falls, as one inches towards the centre of the cascade, one feels the many piercing needles of water ping the skin and then the weight of the water that steadily pounds.

And then one negotiates these forces while descending a vertical rock face; descending face up and legs held taut against the slippery moss-laden rock face. The water weighs you down. The moss makes your legs slip. The water needles numb your senses. And then when you finally get a footing, you hold yourself suspended for an eternity - Nirvana.

In action at Bekare Waterfall - Bhivpuri
Pic by Krunal Visherya

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My first waterfall rappelling was at Bekare Waterfalls near Bhivpuri. Then second came at Dudhiware Waterfall near Lonavala.

The fear of slipping and hurting yourself in the process played a lot on my mind initially. As a result, I tended to avoid routes laden with moss. But then I got a handle on things. Especially with the kind of footwear that would work. The regular Action trekking Shoes work just fine here too, except for the discomfort of wearing soggy shoes for the rest of the day. The flat soled sandles from MSA turned out to be very good here.

Hail on sandles
Pic by Krunal Visherya

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One of my favorite waterfalls to rappel is the Kalu waterfall at Malshej. Though the rappelling is not through the waterfall, the place is too serene to be missed. The 1200 ft. waterfall falls in five patches and we camped between the 2nd and 3rd patches with the waterfall mere feet away. Serenity at its best.

Attaching links to Arun Sawant Sir's picset.
Kalu Waterfall picset 1
Kalu Waterfall picset 2 

- Kapil Pilankar

Friday, 27 February 2015

At Sea In The Water - Introducing Water

Introducing Water

I cant swim. Simply, I cant. I never learnt even. I enjoy being near water - unwinding by a riverfront, lakeside evenings, sunsets by the beach, dawn breaking over a creek ... I love these. But then being in the water is another question altogether.

A question answered by a thumbs-up

The depth of calm still-water, the ferocity of the raging streams, the impact of a waterfall or the steady businesslike surge of a river start a silent prayer on my lips. A prayer to calm myself, steady my limbs and steel my nerves. A prayer to trust my life-jacket and lose myself in the cool still-water pools. A prayer to trust my companions and the boat/raft we have. A prayer for steady hands as we cross the raging stream.

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There were attempts though, by my father and uncles to have me swimming like a fish. This started out during family trips to Gorai Beach - pretty clean back in those days, early 90s, and close too. But then again, as a kid, the idea of saltwater entering my eyes and mouth did not appeal much and those attempts upset me and I moved away to the shallower sections. People gave up after a while.

The sun has now set on Gorai

Another attempt almost resulted in me enrolling for swimming lessons at a local pool. Hygiene, probably, was the reason it did not materialize. And maybe the school schedule. I needed my happy playing hours as a kid right ...?

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And then came the incident at Amrut Baugh.

It was our school picnic. Std 4th. This place had (has?) three swimming pools. One of the pools where we kids were allowed to play in was an inclined one. Most of the kids played around in the shallow section resulting in it being too crowded for my elitist (ahem...) nature. Not knowing the depth of the pool at the other end, I jumped straight in.

Feels like heaven - Vivid Blue Heaven

My feet never touched the base. I may have uttered a cry. The view went vivid blue, with sunlight streaming in. And then a figure swam up close, grabbed me and pulled me out. All this within a few seconds. I was scolded a bit by the lifeguard and I rushed to the changing rooms.

The depth of the pool, I later realized was about twice my then height. A lucky escape, but the incident still remains fresh in my memory. I've never ever been to a water-park since.

By the way, if my memory is to be trusted, all my life as a kid was made up of such similar instances; its a miracle that I live.

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I intend to make this a blog series about my aquatic adventures - rafting, rappelling, river crossing, snorkeling and scuba. Will throw in a few beaches as well to round it off. Lets see how it goes.

- Kapil Pilankar

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