After our last exploratory trip, it was time to revisit some more interesting sections of the route. The difference was entry into the region which we made from where we exited last time (Please check the map in this post). Two reasons for such a decision – first, the sections near to the point we exited are more interesting than the sections from where we entered. Also, the route has a food joint we like. It is difficult for anyone been to Middle-East not to have had a breakfast of “Fuul-Tameez-Gulaaba-Falafel” (Arabic-Afghan origin), which is stew of crushed Faba beans (Fava bean; Vicia faba; we prefer fried one), an Afghan large, thick, round bread, a stew of crushed lentils, and ‘pakora’ (deep fried ball / patty) of grounded chickpeas / fava beans (sometimes both). It is a staple pan-Arabian meal – a low fat and a tasty one. We just love it. So the breakfast was laid out on the car bonnet and we devoured it like hungry wolves to our respective capacities, while the Sun facilitated synthesis of Vitamin D under our skins.
A murmuration of Pied Myna greeted us at our arrival as we left the main road and entered into the section of our interest. We continued on the dirt track, intermittently going over the dry beds of seasonal streams / channels and stopping sometimes to capture the sightings of foraging Camels, ‘Butcher Bird’ (Grey Shrike), Bulbuls (White-eared or White-spectacled, I don’t know), Crested Larks, Doves, Robins, Warblers, Buntings and Whitethroats (could not specifically identify the last five).
We reached the lake bed and the adjoining meadow by 10 a.m. It is an unbelievably amazing sight to view a water body in the middle of the desert. It had dried, as suspected, to its half of the area we saw last Friday. A few picnickers were busy cooking food and hiking around the area. Effusing enthusiasm, we strolled leisurely, chatting on various topics and photographing extravagantly. Portrait shoots were done and the customary group photographs were taken on a timer. Then we scouted for a trek location, leaving the dirt-track and off-roading deeper into the mini-canyon by driving on the thicker and rarely-packed stones. I think Amit Zaveri ji drove on intuition and it worked. We reached a location of a dried waterfall – a huge one and needless to mention, a gorgeous location for photo-shoots.
A Robin was alarmed but we didn’t bother. We combined photography with a small trek to the top of the ridge, a panning view from where afforded a wide panorama of the region’s topography. Climb down was tricky due to loose stones. The girls, Katyayni and Reyvika, had fun and continued to entertain us throughout the trip with their attention seeking ‘Uncle’ and our back query, ‘Which Uncle?’, which was sometimes prolonged by their answer, ‘Amit Uncle’ to which we queried, ‘Which Amit Uncle?’. Shivaraman ji couldn’t make it this time but a new entrant to the scene is Shyam ji, who is enjoying his bachelorhood for last few months ;~))