Continued...
Day 2:
It was a very cold morning, the mercury hovering at around 10 degree celsius and we in our full armour, shivering while we made our way to Zinzuwada village, where the gate that opens into the Little Rann awaited us. We entered the Little Rann, in high excitements. It was a ride of 80 km through nothingness, which was supposed to cut the distance by 150km (if travelled by road). We hired ourselves a guide who will lead us in a jeep through the endlessness of the Little Rann, and were following him for 20 minutes in the wintry bone chilling climate.
We enter the Little Rann of Kutch, the last natural home of the wild asses, endless horizons and killer wrong turns.
The gate loomed ominously before us at Zinzuwada village as we rode through to a breathtaking view of the LIttle Rann.
As opposed to the Great Rann of Kutch which is a salt flat, the Little Rann is a sandy desert filled with gravel and light sand mixed with salt. There was no paved road, no tracks to follow, no anything. There were, however, white pillars jutting out from the ground, stretching all the way to the horizon. According to our guide, these pillars indicate the way and we were supposed to follow these pillars religiously, else, we risk the danger of getting lost in that nothingness.
We ride for ten minutes in the little Rann till we lose sight of Zinzuwada village behind us and then we stop for a photo shoot, and were able to click some of the below pics which show the scale of the Rann.
I stopped for a few more minutes after the rest of the guys left to catch a moment of loneliness and by God, was it worth it. Everyone should do this atleast once in their lives.
While I was enjoying my moment of peace, I hear a growl behind me, to which I spiral around finding myself staring at a jackal. A lone jackal, but nevertheless, a wild jackal.
To be continued...
