In Peora Uttarakhand and at the Dak Bungalow Peora, amid the scenic Kumaon Himalayas, my introduction to life or something like it.
Loud Hindi music blares through the silence of the valley, the wind scarred with it. Women dressed in jazzy saris walk down the path to a village hut below, big smiles pasted on their faces. Their eyes fixed on their toddlers who keep running faster than their heels can take them. This is not your usual day in Peora Uttarakhand – a small village quietly tucked away in the Kumaon Himalayas. It’s the day before a wedding. The entire village seems to be rejoicing, dressing up, laughing, singing, dancing, feasting and celebrating.
I arrived in Peora this morning, in an attempt to ‘disconnect’ from my online addictions. We drove from the Kathgodam train station past the lake of Bhimtal, along slopes dotted with pretty green pine trees. Through python-like winding roads, amid dense coniferous forests. I knew even then that I was going to the right place. As we went higher, the air felt cooler, and the effects of spring brighter.
I walk up the hill road, weakly smiling at passersby, famished for lunch that no small dhaba seems to be offering today in lieu of the brewing wedding feast. A little shop finally seems open, with a few men playing carom inside, and a small stove burning on the side. I ask if I can get lunch, and seeing the reluctance of the owner, who is perhaps the only man in the village not all decked up and heading towards the wedding house, ask if I can get anything at all to eat.
I heartily agree to the soupy maggi he has been whipping up for his buddies. With my hot bowl, I walk into the small balcony outside, with views on the dense slopes, the valley below, and a faint outline of the Nanda Devi peak beyond.
On the way back to my abode in the village, I meet a young woman dressed in pink, returning the pre-wedding celebrations. We smile, and quickly fall in step with each other. She curiously asks about my family, and I about her and the village.
Shyly revealing that Peora has been her home only after marriage, she goes on to tell me that she was married at 15. Before that, she never even saw her husband. She has six children. When she mentions that the first four are daughters, I immediately understand why the number went that high. She confirms my hunch by explaining how her husband thinks it’s pointless to spend money educating daughters because “they will marry and leave the house anyway”. She confesses that for that reason, her first daughter never went to school.
As I contemplate what to say, she breaks into a proud smile. She has been investing all her earnings since she started working, in the education of the rest of the girls, who have promised to look after her when she grows old. I marvel at the fifteen-year-old who must’ve come to live with her new family without ever meeting them before. Who must’ve borne kids as early as seventeen, when I was just finishing school. I’m not unaware that such is life in far flung parts of India, but to stare into its dark innocent eyes always takes you aback.
We graduate to broader topics, and she tells me about the fruit culture of the village. Everything from apples to pomegranates to plums, aroos, and chestnut grows here, and forms the primary source of income for the village folk. We talk about the on-going wedding celebrations, and she lets me in on some village gossip.
Word has gotten around that the boy and girl in this love marriage to-be are related to each other as extended family. Something that the families and the community initially took major offense against, but later conceded. The women who protested the most, she gleefully observes, were the ones dancing the most today.
I laugh and admit that there isn’t much one can do once a girl and boy have chosen each other. But she assumes a serious air and condemns them, saying that it’s happened in the village before and it’s the worst way to shame your parents. She goes on to say that she told her daughters to elope rather than confess their love for a boy who could very well be their brother or uncle. I can tell there is no arguing here, so I gradually take my leave and walk along.
By early evening, the sun is covered by grey clouds, which gradually give way to a hailstorm and some rain. To my roasted-in-Delhi self, this is an unexpected surprise and I thank the rain gods. As the clouds clear away and the outline of the Nanda Devi and Trishul peaks becomes more prominent, I decide to take a walk through the forest to the valley below.
Through narrow clearings, I amble along green and dried orange pine trees glistening in the pre-sunset light. Past vast clear patches of picnic spots and over large barks of fallen trees. To arrive at village huts with tiled roofs, overlooking a sloped valley further below and panoramic Himalayan views ahead. The smell of wet earth in the forest air is divine. The abundance of pure oxygen makes me feel high.
I sit awhile, hearing the wind rumble through the forest to find me. Watching glimpses of the mountain sunset through the cloud cover. Wondering what it would be like to spend your whole life here.
Peora Uttarakhand: Essential Travel Information
How to get to Peora Uttarakhand
Almora is the closest big town, 28 km away. The nearest railway station is at Kathgodam and the nearest bus stop is at Haldwani. From both places, Peora is about a 3-hour (80 km) drive by car. Taxis are readily available and charge about INR 1100 for the ride.The nearest domestic airport is at Dehradun (approx. 290 km) and international airport at Delhi (approx. 350 km).
Peora Homestay: The Dak Bungalow Peora
The real reason I landed up in Peora was because I couldn’t shake off the idea of living in a Dak Bungalow dating back a century!
The Dak Bungalow Peora is the home of Pradeep and Shubha – who left their cushy jobs in Delhi for a life in the mountains. They chanced upon an abandoned, dilapidated colonial bungalow built by the British to house their troops back in the day. And decided to lease it from the government!
Uninterrupted mountain views, long walks, a house full of character and conversations full of meaning. All the reasons I fell in love.
What to do in Peora
Soak in views of the Nanda Devi and Trishul peaks on clear days. Slow down at the Dak Bungalore Poera. Have maggi in the balcony of Mama’s shop. Do a day trip to Mukteshwar. Volunteer with Aarohi. Forest and village walks.
Have you been to Peora Uttarakhand? Do you dream of staying at the Dak Bungalow Peora someday?
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Getting a chance to read your wonderful posting after many months! I will miss again when I vanish into the wilderness of Sahara for few months again!
Kumaon is in my blood ..have traveled through the wilderness. Your writing brings the other dimension of life in the hills which I missed earlier. I had attended one marriage in a village near Choukari . In fact whole tourist lodge employees were invited and we being the only guest in December , we were also invited as Barat as well as to the grand party in the evening ..Of course there was more drinks than food , ha ha!
By the way where is this place? I will be making a short trip to Naukuchia tal to spend few days with our relatives who stay there. May be I will drive down to the village Peora ( if it is within 60 Km of Bhim tal.. else during my next trip in Dec.
Let me see what all posts I have missed here .
Have a nice week ahead
Hello Ushnish, welcome back to your break from the Sahara! The marriage sounds like fun. Unfortunately I got there too late, or who knows 😉 This village is about 1.5 to 2 hours from Bhimtal, and is definitely worth a visit. I stayed at a lovely old bungalow homestay overlooking the Himalayas, and we’re partnering with it as part of India Untravelled. I’ll send you a link once the details are up on the website.
”a walk through the
forest to the valley below.
Through narrow clearings,
I walk along green and
dried orange pine trees
glistening in the pre-
sunset light, past vast
clear patches of picnic
spots, and over large barks
of fallen trees, to arrive at
village huts with tiled
roofs, overlooking a
sloped valley further
below and panoramic
Himalayan views ahead.
The smell of wet earth in
the forest air is divine, and
abundance of pure oxygen
makes me feel high.”amazing!what a poetic rendition of thoughts.you give wings and flights of imagination to your reader!!
Thanks Chinmay, I try 🙂 To be honest, it was such a beautiful place that the words came themselves.
I can’t imagine spending my whole life in a small village. It could have happened to me. I married in Italy in a small village outside Sorrento nearly 40 years ago. If I had stayed my life would have been very different.
And how different is really hard to imagine, isn’t it? I was born & brought up in a small town myself, and I wonder how things would’ve been if I never got out. We’ll never find out!
Nice post. For me, interacting with the local people is often the best part of a trip. Especially the folks in the hills/smaller places who seem to have an uncomplicated approach towards life.
” .. wondering what it would be like to spend your whole life in this charming little village”
Not sure if it has to be a village, but it would be great if there is a lot of natural beauty around one’s residence. I don’t remember who it was but some one said that life is too short to live in an ugly place. 🙂
I agree, and the words sound familiar. The best part of spending your whole life in a little village is that you never know what you are missing out on. Must be a desirable state of satisfaction when it comes to itchy feet!
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Very nice article, and sad story. That landscape looks familiar, I traveled around quite a lot when I was in Uttarakhand’s Kumaoni region, very likely I went past Peora. Such a fascinating and mysterious corner of the Indian Himalayas, I wish I could go back soon.
Thanks Angela, and yes, the story is just life there. The good thing is that things are changing, and the coming of cell phones is a major reason. Men & women are now choosing who they want to marry. I’m hopeful that the taboo against educating girls will change too. A local organization called Aarohi is playing a big role in evolving this mindset. Come back soon 🙂
Felt nice to read your post. Reminded me of the time I’d spent in a small town called Haldwani near Kathgodam, 20 years back. Thanks!
I’m glad, Sajay. Haldwani is considered one of the bigger, more popular towns now, but I can imagine it must’ve been a quaint, untouched town 20 years ago. Do you have any pictures from then?
nice post shivya! the reason i like reading your travel stories is cause you almost always write about the people there too and not in an exotic, look at their headgear kind of way but as people with their own stories and lives! Most people don’t take out the time to consider that the beautiful holiday destinations are homes to people and their lives though exotic to us could be mundane, difficult and challenging and that the smile that they give us or the kindness they bestow is in spite of those challenges! And thus that much more precious and inspiring!
Thanks Sapna! I’ve realized that you get to know a place & experience it so much more by talking to the people who’ve lived there all their lives. It’s heartwarming being let into their lives even when you were stranger a few minutes ago. Thanks for reading, as always 🙂
you’re so right! and its my pleasure to read u. the blog roll job is still pending. am waiting for a one hour free time window to do it> as you know i am tech challenged and these tasks seem daunting to me 🙂 will get on it soon
Haha, no hurry. And likewise, I love reading your stories too 🙂
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Hi all I wanted to know if Peora was not far from the Valley of Flowers Shivya ? ( thank you for sharing your adventures with us)
Hello Mymy, Valley of Flowers is located in the Garhwal part of Uttarakhand whereas Peora is in Kumaon. I’m adding a section on essential information in this post to share how to get here, et al 🙂
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I am a new follower of you,i happily admit.:)…U r truly a women of substance.I always wanted to be a traveler but what kept me away was the fear of travelling alone.I think its difficult for a girl to travel alone but you really inspire me.Can you please share a few details of your beginning towards travelling.Hope you understand my concerns.
Thank you Subha, I’m glad to be of inspiration =) I just penned a post on the beginning of my travels – http://the-shooting-star.com/2012/06/14/how-i-quit-my-job-to-travel/ – Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to ask me any questions you have in the comments!
Pleasure Shivya! 🙂
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I am also from kumaon dist bageshwar, Kumaon a land resplendent in awesome natural splendour is a jewel of the glittering Himalayan necklace and kumaoni culture reflects the diverse culture of every region. You should visit the lord shiv town bageshwar famous for kausani and tea state, baghnath temple, baijnath temple, world famous pindari glacier and other glaciers
thanks for writing this great article
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“Land of God” Kumaon!
The hills of Kumaon have always been enchanting and luring, travelled in this land of hills almost like a religion – Kumaon always attracted me towards itself.
Thanks Shivya for this great post
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Kumaon is filled with wonders! I have been to many places with my family and loved every bit of it from the jungles to the scenic mountain views… The mountains have always beckoned my father and me! Its really good to read so much about India on your blog!!!
Superb experience, it would have been… this article helped me in My Class IX OTBA material from CBSE for SST.
Im going to Peora in Feb
I am so very excited reading your blog!!!
You’ve had nice experience there with local people!!
We have a friend who has left her job and is working with an NGO there!
Super excited ! cant wait to encounter the same experience like you had!
Thank s for sharing!
I am from Pithoragarh, Uttarakhand. I am grateful to you that you visualize me my little village. Now a days I am far away from my village. As you have described about Peora village, was seeming like I was also with you during the journey.
Greetings from Veselka Cottage.
Thanks for this wonderful blog.
We also run a small homestay veselka in satkhol a small sleepy village at the lap of Himalayas near mukteshwar.
Regards & wishes