The Trek
The trek began on a trail right behind the rooms of the Green Mansion and after walking through grassland for about 45 minutes we came to the mouth of the forest.
It looked formidable and our guide Selvaraj warned us against stopping anywhere for too long lest the leeches latched on to us.
Yes. You got that right. The leeches.
Right after the monsoon all the way to December the entire area is infested with leeches. Even though we were required to wear leech socks (a bag of thick canvas stitched to resemble a sock), and our legs were ensconced in the jeans-sock-sneakers package, the leeches found us, and how!
They clung to our sneakers as we walked over the wet Earth, some managed the climb upwards and some almost jumped up at us as we swept aside branches to forge ahead. Some mercenaries even managed to wriggle through the gaps near the ankles and got into our shoes! By the end of our trek, there were leeches on every part of our lower torso that were deftly removed by Selvaraj.
He on the other hand, wore hawai chappals and had rolled his trousers up to his knees, stopping for exactly 40 seconds every 15 minutes to peel the leeches off his foot and ankles. Not an endearing sight, that! But his dexterousness and knowledge about the forest and its inmates were helpful in giving us a deep insight into the area.
We understood that he, as many others who worked in the reserve, were in some way connected with the forest. Many were tribals who were born inside the forest (before the forest department declared it a reserve) and had lived off it for generations. To preserve its natural beauty and to prevent degradation of its immaculate ecology, they were now employed within the reserve as housekeeping staff, drivers, cooks, guides etc. The forest department also cultivated cardamom and other crops and the natives of these parts were involved in those activities as well.
The trek through the forest led us to the Pullumedu Peak from where we could sight the historic Sabarimala temple and its surroundings. The reserve was expansive – as far as your eyes could go, all you saw were dense forests interspersed with greenest grasslands – soundless, quiet and serene. We fancied ourselves lying on a mat on the grass under the bluest sky, reading a book, or simply gazing at the patterns the clouds made. However we were carrying neither and took photographs aplenty to make up for the lost opportunity.