Luxury Camping In Kohima Camp, Nagaland
Try something new this year, set out on a glamping trip in the forests of Nagaland. Aradhuna gives you an account of her experience at TUTC’s Kohima Camp, Nagaland
If you’ve seen one, you ain’t seen nothing yet! After the addictive ‘Glamping’ experience at Chamba Camp Leh, I came to Kohima Camp Nagaland expecting a great time but a certain sameness – after all, how dissimilar could it be?
Vive la différence! It’s all in the location. Leh was stark, dramatic but here it is lush green, primeval rainforest. Nagaland is over-the-hills and far far away. After flying in to Dimapur, there’s this bright red Chopper (helicopter for the uninitiated) waiting to transport us to Kohima.
Poinsettias on bushes tall as trees and beaming Santas lend Christmas cheer to the rough mud track drive up. Then a Revelation! Like Dr Livingstone I presume, stepping out of the jungle gloom! Behold the campsite like a brave new world of khaki tents blending into the hillside. Complete with apéritifs, valets, eggs to order, hot-water-bottles in slumberous beds and – don’t knock it – the relief of luxurious loos! The once-a-year Hornbill Festival is on and The Ultimate Travelling Camp is the swishest locale!
We celebrate with the Angami, Chang, Konyak, Ao and 12 other Naga Tribes in a frenzy of song, dance and good swigs of local rice beer. As I watch the fiery chilli eating, pork eating, pole climbing competitions among others, I realise how authentic this festival is. Looking around, I saw that the colourful tribes with their feathered headgear and unabashed enjoyment outnumbered us. Finally, it’s all about them and we are privileged to look closely at what might soon be lost or modernised. Another round of applause rings through the crowds, and no man-made system can replicate this surround sound. It’s the real thing. A pride of bare-bottomed Nagas are oblivious to the fact that they also are on show!
Kohima is packed to bursting and while it’s great to be part of the jamboree, it’s even better to know that sunrise and sundown is in the comfort of our very own tents. Wrapped in tribal shawls, we swap tales and pre-dinner cocktails around a campfire. One magical evening, the Tsetseo Sisters entertain us with their hauntingly beautiful songs. The lyrics don’t need explanation. The feeling is universal. Nothing is lost in translation.
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Here’s a little peak into the experiences Aradhuna has mentioned…