Today, Google maps has plotted a route back into the Assam region of northern India and then east towards Silchar and the Burmese border. The nearest actual border crossing I can see is Dawki/Tamabil, north of Sylhet. The crossing it actually takes me on is an unknown entity, and I can’t actually find anything on this place. Still, my virtual self drives across and up the hill road into the cachar hills. I only rise about 200 ft, but the views here are fantastic. Everything is so green.
The Assam region was developed extensively in the mid to late 1800′s. The British allowed the rental of land plots, mostly to the north of where I am, which made it possible for private business to develop the modern teas we have now. Assam is so green throughout the year, it is often described as the most beautiful place in India, maybe only second to Kashmir.
I take the NH44 south and then east to Silchar. I cross the very modern looking Badarpur bridge over the Borak river.
Despite the short trip through the hills, I arrive at Silchar much quicker than I expected, but decide to find a friendly place to eat. I am told that I can park at the cricket stadium, which is a little further on. I thought they were kidding, but lo and behold there is a stadium. A young man on a moped took me there and said I should give the guard some money, which I did. It was obvious that my guide expected something too, so I obliged with another handful of money. He seemed pretty happy and rode off.
I will sleep in the camper tonight. I have plenty to eat this evening, but there is a cinema a short walk away and I might, if I am brave enough, see what’s on. Not sure if the patrons will watch the film or me. Maybe I’ll just stay here.
I bet it”s a Bollywood film. You will probably be dancing all the way back to the camper.