
After the Vandaloor trip we decided to get a bit more ambitious. This time we decided to hit Tada falls which meant we would have to ride more than double the distance this time. We decided to do the trip on a Saturday so that we will have one whole day to rest. This was not the first time we had planned to visit Tada, but somehow I had a feeling that it would happen this time.
There were 6 of us, all my roomies except Riji. Unlike the vandaloor trip, we were able to pull in Thorappan also this time. I don't understand what has happened to him. He is usually the one who leads the way when we decide on trips like these (The Mookaambi trip is still fresh in my mind). Anyways he did come in the end and that is what matters.
Sixtu and AG collected the route details the previous day. We hit the NH-5 leading to Calcutta and almost 50
Kms down the highway took a deviation to the road which leads to Kalahasthi, some place in Andhra/TN border. After that we lost our way a couple of times, but finally did m
anage to reach the place. From the highway it is nearly 12 - 13 Kms through narrow roads with a couple of deviations here and there for which you will need help from the locals. After this there is 3Km ride which I can easily say was the most difficult ride i have ever had (not that I am much of a biker ;)). You can hardly call it a road, it is 3Km path filled with medium sized stones on most part and loose sand on others and both these surfaces are a nightmare when you are on a bike.

After we covered almost 3Kms on this so called road we found out it was hardly possible to continue further on bike and decided to park our bikes there and continue on foot. It was an interesting trek as the stream from falls crosses your path in a couple of places. You have to wade through knee deep water in these places. After an hour of treking we reached one such place in the stream where there was water up to neck level and was perfect for a swim. We spent some 30 mins there and enjoyed the clear water and serene surroundings before we proceeded towards the falls. Major who as usual was carrying his heavy digi-camera was thrilled by the surroundings and went on a shooting spree.
From here there was no clear path and we had to follow the stream to the falls. This was the most difficult part of the tre

k as you have negotiate your way through slippery boulders and knee deep water. Because the path we had to take was hard, we made slow progress and it took more than an hour to reach the falls. But when we did reach the place we were glad we did not turn around midway as view was breathtaking. It is a 20 feet high fall with thick vegetation on one side and a plane rock face covering the other. Immediately all of us shed our clothes and ran in to the fall in bare minimums. We climbed in to a small crevice which was hidden by the falling water and spent a long time there. The falling water was working magic on our aching bodies and after some time we were feeling as fresh as it is possible. We were ready for the looong trek back.
On our way back we had an early dinner from a roadside hotel as all of us were famished. Our journey back was uneventful except for some dare devil riding from Thorappan and unfortunately I was his pillion rider.
Back home we hardly had the energy to stand on our foot, but sprawled on the floor we went through the beautiful snaps Major had captured in his camera. This is one trip I will never forget.