Corbett Park Tourism

The India Tourism byline is – Incredible India. 

I agree. I encountered it. Here is what happened.

In 2015, two dear friends of mine and I decided to go to Corbett National Park & Tiger Reserve – being one of my favorite places on earth. I am a lifelong wildlife enthusiast and photographer and ensure that I spend at least a few days every quarter in the wilds. There are sea people, mountain people and desert people. I am a forest person. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to spend time by myself, without any connection to the outside world, in the middle of a forest. 

Having done this all my life, I consider myself to be fairly knowledgeable about the sounds and signs of the jungle and know how to read them so that I keep myself safe from danger while enjoying the beauty of unspoilt nature. In the world that I grew up in, all I needed to do was to take a small haversack and catch a bus and a few hours later I would be in the forests of the Satpura hills, in the farm house of my dear friend and mentor, Venkat Rama Reddy sahib, located on the bank of the Kadam River in Adilabad district (Map link). But today I have to go to an official wildlife sanctuary and so am forced to come into contact with those denizens of the forest who are not listed in the list of wildlife that you are likely to encounter there. Therefore, you are unprepared when you do encounter them. I thought I should do the kind thing and prepare you so that you are not caught unawares and pay the price of shattered dreams.

I started by taking the law-abiding citizen route and tried to make a booking on the internet on the Corbett Tiger Reserve website which promises a lot. I had been to Dhikala and Bijrani Ranges in 2006 and so I decided to go to a different range and chose Sona Nadi Range. That range has three Forest Guest Houses. I had four days and decided to spend two in one guest house and two in another so that we would be able to see two different parts of the park. And that is where my story began.

I entered all the data that the form asks for and selected two days for Haldupudao guest house, but the system would take only one day or three days. I wanted two. Then I thought I would be clever and book the two days, one by one. So, I chose one day and completed the booking and made the payment with my credit card. Then I went in again to choose another day, but the system wouldn’t accept the booking claiming that I have visited the park less than one month ago. Since I last visited the park nine years ago, I was astonished. But to no avail. The system knew best and repeatedly rejected my booking for another day. So eventually in frustration I decided to cancel the booking I had already made as I didn’t want to go from Hyderabad to Corbett for one day’s stay. But the system refused to accept the cancellation. Imagine my further astonishment when this happened. 

However, there were two numbers that I could call in case of difficulty, so I did. But I forgot, though being Indian I should have known better, that in Indian Government (Forest Department and Wildlife Sanctuaries are Government of India, believe me) if they say you can call, that is precisely what they mean. You can call. As many times as you like. There is on restriction on that. However, they didn’t say that anyone would answer your call, did they? So how can you blame them if they don’t? And that is what happened to me. I called and called and no answer. As they say, perseverance pays – though not always what you wish. So after the tenth call a lady answered in Hindi. I speak Hindi fluently so no problems there. I explained my problem to her and asked if she could help. 

Corbett Lady: Aap internet par booking keejiye. Hum kuch nahi kar saktay. (You can book on the internet. We can’t do anything)

Me: Madam main nay internet par hi booking kee hai. Wahan booking nahi ho rahi hai. Isi liye aap ko call kiya kyon ki aap ka number website par diya hai. (Madam, I tried doing that and it is not working. That is why I called you because your number is given on the website)

Corbett Lady: Hum kuch nahin kar saktay. Aap internet par booking keejiye. (You can book on the internet. We can’t do anything)

Me: (after going down this route a couple of times more) Achcha Madam aap hamari booking cancel kar deejiye aur payment reverse kar deejiye. (Okay Madam, please cancel my booking and reverse the payment.)

Corbett Lady: Aap internet par booking keejiye. Hum kuch nahi kar saktay. (You can book on the internet. We can’t do anything)

Me: Madam booking cancel karnay ko kah raha hoon. Aap cancel karengi tho mujhe paisa wapas milega. Warna mera paisa nahin mil sakta. Please cancel keejiye. (Madam, I am asking you to please cancel the booking and return my money. Unless you cancel the booking the credit card payment can’t be reversed and I can’t get my money back. Please cancel the booking, I request you.)

Corbett Lady: Nahin karengay. (I won’t do it.)

Me: Madam, mera paisa hai. Meri booking hai. Aap ko sirf cancel karnay ko kaha. Kyon nahin karengay? (Madam it is my money. My booking. I am simply asking you to cancel it. Why won’t you do it?)

Corbett Lady: Nahin karengay. (I won’t do it.)

And she hung up.

Now I am the persistent sort and definitely dislike my money being stolen, no matter who does it. I pay my taxes diligently and see no reason to subsidize the government anymore. So, I used my connections and got a friend to help. He sent someone to Ramnagar where the Corbett Park Head Quarters are located and got the booking done, all four days got booked in Haldupudao guest house.

I didn’t have the energy to make any more changes and so left it like that. Corbett is beautiful and if I had to stay in one guest house for four days, so be it.  At Ramnagar we took our Gypsy safari vehicle and proceeded to Haldupudao. We arrived at the Vatanvasa gate and when I gave my booking (called permit) to the guard, I realized that the permit was printed in English while the Forest Guards at the gate didn’t have a word of it. So I had to translate for them. I could have said whatever I wanted of course and they had no means of knowing if I spoke the truth but I did speak the truth and translated properly wondering what the point of a permit in English was, when it was to be read by people who don’t speak the language at all.

Crested Kingfisher unaware that a Plumbeous Water Redstart approaches

It takes roughly three hours to get to Haldupudao but since most of that journey is through the forest, crossing rivers on wooden bridges and driving over gravel riverbeds with a foot or more of water, it was thoroughly enjoyable. The Maruti Gypsy is the vehicle of choice for Indian jungle roads. It has front wheel drive, and FWD if you need it and does everything except climb trees. Our driver had to be one of the most service-oriented guys I have ever met. He is employed by a local tour operator and so is uninfected with Sarkaari Jaraseem (Official Germs). He is a very skilled driver and a cook rolled into one, speaks Hindi like a runaway express train and is full of great wisdom like what he said about our current times. Ghoday ko na milay ghaas par Gadhe khayen Chawanprash (The horse can’t get grass but the donkey eats saffron – I know that is not the exact translation of Chawanprash but before you pull my leg, I challenge you to translate it yourself).

We arrived in Haldupudao and as we drove in I was delighted to see the guest house, an old stone bungalow (built in 1849) with its typical wide veranda in front and chimneys promising a fire place in the house. There is nothing more enjoyable than a log fire in the sitting room on a cold winter night and nothing more painful than its absence. But to my surprise we didn’t go to the guest house but to what was the Outhouse (a plaque still states that) upon which had been built two rooms with bathrooms. The problem was that there were twenty high stairs to get to them. I had a bad knee and my doctor strictly forbade climbing stairs. Nowhere in the booking process did it say anything about stairs. So what was I to do? 

The Outhouse Guest House for the taxpayers who….. read on

I tried speaking to the caretaker about this:

Me: Hum us guest house mein nahin reh saktay hain? (Can’t we stay in that (old) guest house)

CT: Nahin Saab (No Sir)

Me: Kyon? (Why?)

CT: Wo sirf Vann Adhikarion kay liye hai.  (That is only for Forest Authorities)

Me: Tho kya koi aanay wala hai in char dinon mein? (Is any of them booked to come here during the next four days)

CT: Nahin Saab (No Sir)

Me: Tho phir hum kyon nahin reh saktay hain? (Then why can’t we stay there?)

CT: Kyon ki aap Vann Adhikaari nahin ho. (Because you are not a Forest Authority)

That was plain enough even for my stupid head. That is how our bureaucracy, strangely called Civil Service (which is neither civil nor a service) works. Gathers unto itself all that it has been given in trust.

I abandoned that line and tried to appeal to his better self. But I should have first checked to see if it was with him. I discovered later that it was still in his village with his family. I am not reporting that conversation because it is simply too tedious. The long and short of it was that I had no option but to ignore my doctor and climbed up and down the stairs for four days, praying that I didn’t end up suffering for it.

Haldupudao has some guava trees behind the house. There is also a large Banyan tree (Ficus Bengalensis). Both of them are very productive for bird watching. There were Lineated Barbets in the guava trees making much of the bounty before them.

Lineated Barbet

It has a fairly large compound which has an electric fence and a gate that closes the circuit and energizes the fence. That gate is left open all day and is shut only after dark. It had a Sambar hind which decided that staying inside an electric fence was an excellent way to be safe from tigers and leopards, and she would graze around the house. Haldupudao is on the bank of a river (I don’t know its name – maybe Sona Nadi or its tributary) and if you go down to the bank in the evenings, you see Sambar drinking.

Drinking or not, if you are a Sambar you must remain alert

The night was fantastic as all nights in the forest are. There is a cook in Haldupudao who will cook what you bring. The cook believes that he can cook, and he has the freedom to believe whatever he likes as this is a free country. However, if it had not been for the culinary skills of our driver, we would have been captive victims of his cooking and lucky to escape with our lives. As it was, the cook became our guest and ate better than he would have fed anyone. He was a man with spiritual inclination and so every night after dinner he would be in his cups and we would be his captive audience, listening to his caterwauling from the lower floor as we tried to sleep upstairs. Mercifully, his stamina didn’t keep up with his spirits and he shortly fell asleep and left us to do the same.

The rooms we occupied did not have heating or a fireplace to light a fire in and so on the first night I froze to death. My feet lost contact with me and I tried to imagine how I would manage without feet the next day. Truly it is said that necessity is the mother of invention and so the cold forced me to invent the hot water bottle. I took two plastic water bottles, filled them with boiling water and inserted them under my blanket praying they would not burst. They didn’t and I slept well the next two days. By the morning, 5.00 a.m. however they get cold and so getting up and washing in cold water which appeared to come straight from a glacier was decidedly painful.

The highlight of the first night was that at about 4.00 a.m. I heard the alarm call of a Barking Deer from right inside our camp. He was calling so insistently that I was sure there was a leopard outside the door. So I quietly got out of bed and opened my door and came out on the landing to be greeted with the sight of a female leopard that had come calling. She sat on her haunches like a dog and looked up at me and I looked down at her. Then to my great disappointment she got up and walked away, evidently not liking what she saw. Rejection is painful, even by a female leopard. So much for the electric fence. Takes a lot more than an electric fence to keep a leopard from going where she wants to go.

Next morning, we started out early as that is the best time to see predators – tigers and leopards. It was very misty and bitterly cold, and an open Gypsy is not the best place to be in at that time. But off we went, wrapped in garment after garment, trying to prove the efficacy of layering to keep the cold out. We drove down one road and watched the sun rise over the river. Absolutely beautiful sight. Then we drove back a-ways and tried to go on another road because we had not seen anything on the road, we went on first. To our surprise but not delight we found that road closed. Our driver took us to another road, and we drove up that for a bit and encountered another roadblock. So, in effect, three out of four roads were blocked.

We returned for breakfast and I asked the Forest Department Official who stays in Haldupudao about the roads. He said that repairs were being done to bridges and so the roads were closed. I asked him why in that case, this was not mentioned on the website or why this location had not been closed for bookings until the roads were usable. He shrugged. Such an expressive gesture, the shrug. Done well, it can mean anything at all. And what’s more it leaves you to decide what you want it to mean. I decided that I wanted it to mean end of conversation and reminded myself of my own quote – I will not allow what is not in my control to prevent me from doing what is in my control. It was in my control to enjoy myself. It was not in my control to teach the Forest Department the fundamentals of customer service. So, I was going to leave what was not in my control and do what was in my control and enjoy myself notwithstanding.

We drove up and down that one road for four days. We saw trees, termite mounds that were the epitome of industry and could be inspirations of architects. 

We saw more trees and an overly ambitious Kingfisher out of touch with reality who had caught a fish bigger than his head and so couldn’t swallow it. 

We saw even more trees and otters catching fish and then peeping at us over boulders in the river, their curiosity getting the better of them but so beautifully camouflaged that it was almost impossible to see them.

Spot the otter

We saw Chital grazing and late one evening suddenly a Chital hind started stamping her foot and sounding her alarm and gazing intently at a thicket in which was a predator, which didn’t show himself to us. 

We saw a young Sambar stag in repose and several Barking Deer, always alarmed at life.  But we saw no tigers in Corbett Tiger Reserve. Nor did we see any elephants though we saw tiger pug marks and elephant dung to our heart’s content. I believe this was because we couldn’t really explore the area that was given to us because roads were closed but nobody bothered to inform us. 

Barking deer – male (female don’t have horns)

Nobody can guarantee any sightings, especially of tigers and leopards which are nocturnal animals and shy to boot but if there are enough opportunities to roam the forest, then the chances of sighting increase dramatically. That is what wildlife tourism is supposed to do – increase your chances of seeing the animals. And that is what we were denied because roads were closed.

In short, I am convinced that Corbett is a lovely place but the people in charge are decidedly strange. Their idea of customer service is the same as how they pronounce the word CUSTOMER – KASHT MAR. Ya’ani – Kasht say mar.

Incredible India indeed. So, what’s the solution?

Quite simple really. Let the Forest Department deal with the forest. And leave tourism to those who know how to treat people. Outsource tourism to a private company and let them pay a royalty to the Forest Department. 

But will this happen? Incredible India once again.

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Mohammed Abdul Khuddus

Great picturs captured, always intersting stories.


Incredible Customer service


I was at first fascinated by the discussion between Sheikh and the lady because it illustrates the need for patience and keeping the end goal in mind – enjoy the wild life and learn from it. It would have been a sour situation if that conversation turned ugly as a result of impatience. It’s Sheikh’s immense experience in the wild that such unique patience has developed as an indelible character trait. The article intrigued me in understanding the nature reserves of India and how impressive it really is. The photos are magnificent. Every time I read these experiences I wish… Read more »


Very interesting read ; it was wonderful trip we had.tiger was elusive, but the jungle and terrain was mesmerising leopard sighting at night was the highlight.

Mohammed Hamza

Sad state of affairs with the conduct of the forest department. Wonderful story highlighting the beauty of one of the most famous parks in the world. 

irshad sareshwala

Seriously every time i read your blogs related to wildlife and adventures your trips.I feel so relaxed like i am too on a vacation ALhamdulillah

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