It was a long Diwali weekend and our plans to visit Chikmagalur finally materialized. The amount of anticipation and excitement for the trip was sky high. As we all know, corporate life can sometimes be an insufferable companion and hence we were all just waiting to get away from it for a few days and relax at a serene place. What better place for that than Chikmagalur! 😊
Chikmagalur is a small town, nestled in the south western part of Karnataka. It is about 5 hrs from Bangalore. Chikmagalur in native Kannada language means “the town of the younger daughter”. The town is said to have been given as a dowry to the younger daughter of Rukmangada, the legendary chief of Sakrepatna and hence the name.
We started off our journey on Friday morning and after a round of delicious coffee and breakfast, we finally hit the highway. The journey to Chikmagalur was extremely enjoyable with our non-stop singing, dancing and crazy games. We finally reached our destination around 5 PM and checked into our hotel.
Chikmagalur is full of scenic surprises. Narrow, winding roads lead you up to spectacular mountains and coffee estates. It is surrounded by numerous hills, valleys, waterfalls, coffee plantations and wild life sanctuaries.
Did you know Chikmagalur was one of the very first places in India where coffee was cultivated?
It is said that a saint by the name Baba Budan lived in the 17th century in what is now Chikmagalur District of Karnataka. He went to Arabia to perform the ‘Hajj’, which is a pilgrimage to Mecca. On his way back, he came via Yemen and there he encountered a strange drink that the Arabs living there made.
They made it by roasting and grinding the beans of a particular plant, and then brewing the powder in water. It was coffee! It was said that it was discovered by a Somali goatherd, who found that his goats became very perky after eating the leaves and berries of a particular plant that grew only in the shade.When he tasted coffee, he was so excited that he wanted to take it back with him to India. But trade in coffee was tightly controlled by the Arabs in those days. They wouldn’t let anyone take seeds out to plant in their own country; they could only take the roasted beans.
Baba Budan managed to get hold of seven beans, which he hid among the folds of his long robes and as he was a very saintly man, very few people thought of suspecting him. He left Yemen through the port of Mocha (from where the coffee by that name comes) and came back to Chikmagalur. He planted the beans – and voila, they grew! 😀 Amazing isn’t it?
After a tiring day, we finally headed back to our beautiful estate. It rained on and off pretty much the whole time we were in Chikmagalur. We enjoyed the slight drizzle and would slowly head towards the out house to just relax and enjoy the view.
We spent our evenings chilling in the gazebo while enjoying gorgeous views and downing numerous cups of freshly brewed heavenly filter coffee & delicious food. Add this with great people as company and it turned into the most perfect holiday! 😊
My long diwali weekend was truly well spent in an awesome place with amazing people. It has by far been the best and the most relaxing getaway I have been on this year.
Thanks for taking the time to come and read my post.
Until next time, it’s adios from my end amigos! 😊