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Pristine Wilderness – Dajipur

Dajipur, Maharashtra. We went there a long time ago. But the magic of the visit remains etched in our minds. As usual, my wife stumbled across it while scouring the web for a suitable weekend getaway. Dajipur was off the beaten track, looked interesting and fit our meager budget.
So we caught the Konkan Kanya Express from Thane and got off at Kankavli in an early morning drizzle, took an auto rickshaw to the bus stand, boarded the Radhanagari bus and got off at Dajipur.
No traffic, no cacophonous tourists, no abominable billboards, no nothing – a departing bus, two bewildered travelers, couple of shops yet to open, a tiny black-white sign board confirming our destination, chill air and a small asphalt road leading into the swirling morning mist – that was how we arrived. And we liked it, immensely. A short walk down the road, over a culvert across a clear stream, hemmed in by tall bushes, here and there a few houses and we reached the Bison Jungle Resort.

We were the only guests. This was off season. Our accommodation was a thatched roof hut with a veranda, a drawing room and a bedroom. We were in the lap of rustic luxury. After washing up we took breakfast – Poha, if I remember correctly, and chatted with the caretaker and cook. A piebald dog, we nicknamed him Dajipur Sultan – the emperor of Dajipur, befriended us. A compulsive tail wagger, he accompanied us on our trudge into the jungle. Jeep safaris were not available during monsoon. The Indian Wild Bison, the majestic Gaur hid itself deep inside forest and did not venture out. Other distinguished wildlife of Dajipur also failed to make an appearance. But we did not mind. Together, me, my wife and Sultan, we went out on long jungle treks along a mud track.

The incessant hum of cicadas broke the pervasive silence. The forest, arching gloomily over the path held us in a tunnel of murky twilight. Strange jungle sounds sent an electric shiver down the spine and we paused with our hearts pounding at the slightest rustle. At times Sultan would run ahead and stop with its ears cocked which instantly halted us in suspense till he ran back.



A million shades of scintillating emerald green burst out where the sun filtered through the leaves. Ribbons of frothy white cascades gushed down slopes and traversed across the track. When we returned to the warmth of the resort, benevolent serenity settled on us. It rained during the night and we sat on the veranda and watched rain drops gather over the eaves and plop into tiny gravel pools.



One day we visited Amboli, a remote, provincial hill station on the Sahyadris. The bus from Sawantwadi wound up a steep narrow road for two hours before depositing us at the nondescript bus stop. The owner of the restaurant where we stopped for lunch guided us on places to visit and arranged an auto rickshaw to take us around the multitude of splendid waterfalls and the Hiranyakeshi Shiva temple.

The temple and surroundings radiated an eerie splendor amplified by the rain, dripping leaves and shifting sun light. The river Krishna which emerged out of a pellucid crystal pool beside a cave inside the temple complex mesmerized me. It as one of those rare occasions when I felt a spiritual transcendence wash over.

We also visited Radhanagari Dam and Malwan. The dam had manicured gardens and turned out to be a favourite picnic spot of the locals.

We arrived at Malwan hoping to visit the Sindhudurg Fort, erected on a rocky island in the Arabian Sea by Shivaji. The pier was deserted and due to rough seas fishing boats were not available to take us to the fort. We wandered about the narrow streets of the town for a while and turned back. It was dark by the time we reached Phonda. No bus for Radhanagari was available. Finally we managed to get an auto rickshaw to Dajipur. Phonda Ghats are notorious for armed robbers. The rickshaw headlights cast a faint elliptical firefly glow on the road as we climbed the dark, looming Ghats. The sight of flickering kerosene lamps at the road side shops as we reached Dajipur brought us great relief.

Taking leave of Dajipur was painful. Particularly harrowing was bidding farewell to Dajipur Sultan. But the dog, sensing that we are leaving kept its distance. On the return journey, we kept mulling over the experience. It had elements of everything, romance, adventure, suspense, beauty and spirituality. Even though it is many years since we made that visit, it has been one of my fondest journeys. Needless to say, we never missed the Wild Bison, which was the raison d’etre of the Bison Jungle resort. I hope Dajipur has been able to retain its tranquility and peace from the gathering storm of touristy kitsch.


Bison Jungle Resort
Tel: 02321-274024-25

Bison Jungle Resort, 103, KB Lal Industrial Estate,
Linking Rd Extension, Santacruz(W),
022-26174932, 26174933

Photo courtesy: Subha Varma

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  1. February 13, 2014 at 12:37 pm

    Nice Post !!!
    You written a nice information wildlife resort.
    I have another option for wildlife trip.
    Bandipur is India’s most protected area for animals and it has its own tiger reserve. Bandipur is much more than just wildlife and offers you from a range of animals to birds, Plants to forests and neighbouring hill stations. This winter planing to spend my weekends at bandipur resorts hope I’ll have a good weekend.
    Thanks for sharing such a nice information.

  2. Abhijit Ovhal
    April 6, 2011 at 9:24 am

    I liked the way you have described Dajipur,but its more than that to it.I have beign visiting dajipur for past 8 yrs.And have always enjoyed the beauty of it.
    Probably you visited dajipur in the wrong season,but still you managed to enjoy it was got to know.
    If you want to have any updates regarding Dajipur you are free to e-mail me on my given e-mail id….

    Abhijit Ovhal

    • tailrace
      April 8, 2011 at 8:21 pm


      Thank you very much for the comment. Yes, we visited Dajipur when it was pouring cats and dogs, but it was an unforgettable experience. Of course we couldn’t spot wild bisons, nor could we meet the hermit in the wilderness, but we had a splendid time. We would definitely like to visit Dajipur again. It is unlike other crowded tourists spots where you feel rushed and hustled. I hope Dajipur retains its pristine charm still and forever.

      It is no surprise that you keep going back there over all these years. Thank you once again


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