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Siliguri – Gateway to North East India

As Siliguri was the first sleeping town, we traveled to the Impees Hotel from New Jalpaigur Railway Station one day for autorickshaw. Although we had to pay through our noses, it was a nice trip as the city residents were slowly getting out of bed. The weather was wonderful and harsh with the glow of a majestic Kanchenjunga. The idea of ​​a sleepy town went wrong. The hurdle was largely due to the contribution of jostling space on car kicks, bike lanes, bicycles, and dirt roads.

Siliguri was the main site of growth. An important part of the Jalpaiguri region has since been cleared of floodwaters. Bogdarga Airport on the outskirts of the city offers tourism from other states and abroad, an excellent stopover for trips to the northern city – connected by air to the East. Mahananda River, the main attraction that runs through the city. Places of interest for tourists are a short walk from the Kaliko Temple and the viewpoint on the banks of the Mahananda River.

The hotel receptionist recommended that he move to Sevok, located on the outskirts of the city. We thought it was a great idea to get out of the city and enjoy the wonderful scenery and forest trails on both sides of the road to Seville. A few miles after leaving the village, the traffic was greatly reduced when we entered the Mahananda wildlife sanctuary. Here the flora and fauna are breathtaking. Conservation activities have begun with the conservation of unpaved woods and the felling of trees has left a great deal of reserve. The forest department allows tourists to take elephant rides through the forests. Our first stop was the bride across the Nandi River. In fact, branches from Mahananda are divided by rivers and flow as they flow in two different directions around a hill. The riverbed was not completely dry along one of the corners. The view was amazing by adding a romantic touch to the back of the train bride.

It was time to continue. Three and a half miles up the slope, follow the steps to the side of the road that leads to Sevok, Kali Temple. The temple stands on a rocky ridge. We decided that going down here was impossible. Before that, the road is the point where the branch is pulled off. After the bridge was opened to Sikkim [Gangtok] and the other to Assam [Coronation Bridge], it is on a road that leads to Assam. Visible, bridge towers about 400 feet above the Teesta River with a blue-green stream. Teesta will later join Mahananda on the Indo-Bangladesh border. There has been a dispute between India and its neighbor for a long time. The wide river beds that meet these two rivers have an enormous plain that stretches across the miles. Looking down from the Coronation Bridge, the waters of Teesta were clear and pleasant. In no time, we descended the stairs leading to the river bank. Stepping on the benches for an hour and a half, watching the occasional feet from a distance was by no means sufficient to satisfy my mind. The range of connections between the mountains and green areas was scary, but unfortunately we were behind schedule and the time had come.

At dusk, a few hours before boarding the train to Trivandrum, we visited the Bidan and Hongkong markets. All the items you could imagine were available, but the prices were very high. Since our hosts warned us about this, they didn't steal a lot of money from us. The apples and oranges displayed looked fresh and we brought some. Returning to the hotel, on the side of the road was the famous Kanchenjunga Stadium. The football match between India and the Philippines was underway.

It was 9:00 pm when we arrived at the Jalpaiguri train station. The steam locomotive appears at the station and has some admirers, mostly children. The Dibrugarh-Kanyakumari Express arrived two hours late and the night was getting colder. When the train finally came in, I could not help but dazzle the previous days in the direction of Kanchenjunga, now sprouting leaves of darkness. The experiences here, will be a test of time to rejuvenate our minds, bodies and souls, I told myself, to sleep on the bridge inside giant blanket sleeves.