During the midst of the year 2014, I went through the episodes of NatGeo Covershot, there was a task at the double Decker root bridge and according to the words of the contestants that task proved to be one of the toughest trekking task they have ever went through. So those verses stroke my mind to visit that natural phenomena ( the living bridge) . I waited for my exams to get over, and thus it ended and my urge was more to go for that tough route. I was very confident. It was a working day, I started my journey early morning, my driver said it’s a four hours journey surpassing the capital of Meghalaya. We went off towards my destination with music and negotiations with the driver, his experiences in driving and places he visited. I got to know that he was a driver at our Honorable Chief Minister’s Vehicle. We continued, the journey was pleasant because of the weather and the safe drive way roads and I would like to mention the beautiful natural beauty that we passed by. And by mid-day we reached Cherrapunjji.
The place is beautiful, very beautiful indeed. Now ,there, we have faced a problem. It was the time tourist come across from all over the world and we were into a situation where we were out of hospitality and even food. We weren’t familiar to their environment. For another 3 hours we searched for a place to stay. We only got luxurious hotels costing 6000 bucks in Indian currency for only a day. We thought of sleeping inside the car. But while returning to a safe place for parking car we found a lodge, it seemed to be a normal lodge. I had asked a 2 bedded seat, and it costed me a 1000 bucks for a day, and I paid the bill, and at last I could take sigh of relief. We ate our dinner with two bottles of beer and some chicken wings. And the day ended with early night sleep. The very next day we were prepared, we started our journey at 5 o’clock in the early morning. The journey to the bridge in the car was very tricky, the route was pretty stiff and very dangerous on the hills of Khasi and Jaintia Hills. The environment was humid and comparatively colder. We had to put our car on top of the hill and we needed to walk downstream on the khasi hills towards jaintia Hills. The walking journey was totally on foot for atleast 5 kilometers. After few rounds on the khasi hills we reached the actual route towards Living root bridge, and the only way to reach there was to go through slippery steps
But my confidence was much more than my phobia. I was dressed very casually and carried my camera, with some equipments and my wallet and my phone inside a small hand bag. I was walking and walking alone on the woods of khasi hills, and I could figure out lot of reptiles, amphibians, birds, etc during my walk through those slippery steps. And I was walking and walking, and world was not coming to an end. I climbed on a rope bridge, and again I was walking ahead with lot of water I consumed as I was exhausted walking for 3 hours. At one point, I was at the side of the khasi hills, I could see the jaintia hills on the other part and with the tiny water flow I figured out the root bridge and I was shocked and was totally petrified if i would be able to make it? Or this is my very last journey. With all these thoughts, I continued walking again. I reached an end where two rope bridges were in front of me and there I surrendered. I was exhausted and my whole body was in pain and sweating like my morning bath. I sat on a rock and was literally sleeping, then after some passing minutes, a short man with a dagger wearing very less clothes came from those rocks. I got real scared and the big knife frightened me more. I was shivering, he came towards me and spoke something in khasi and he mentioned root bridge, I directly said Yes! Without a thought in my mind, he waved me to follow him to the direction, I followed him but still I was little afraid. And after more than one and a half hour journey I reached my destination, and trust me this was triumphant. I took some shots and had a bath in the stream beneath the bridge.
There, I negotiated with two foreigners – one from Australia and the other one from England. The village where it was located was Tyma Village. The people were very friendly but they didn’t know English or Hindi, they just knew Khasi. After some negotiation, I packed myself to get back to my car, the same journey repeated again and this time it was tougher as it was upstream, spreading all my energy on my feet.I walked along. At last, I came to my car and counted the steps, it was like 8000 steps in one way and like 4.64 kilometre into the woods . It was real exhausting, The bridge was made up from a rubber tree roots Ficus elastic. And ,thus,I returned to my home with memories.