Mechukha
Arunachal Pradesh’s Mechukha, a mesmerising high-altitude valley that stands out as one of the most attractive locations in the area, is located in the recently created district of Shi Yomi. Mechukha is a haven for nature lovers because of its abundance of seasonal streams and snow-capped hills.
When it comes to travelling in the Northeast, the trip is frequently hampered by perilous roads, nonstop rain, and difficult mountainous terrain. Though the rain threatens to pour nonstop, Mechukha is a hidden gem that entices travellers to seize the occasion and set out on an exciting trip. The opportunity to explore this valley close to Arunachal Pradesh’s remote areas was presented despite the weather forecast, which indicated a 90% possibility of rain during our trip there.
We decided to take the tortuous two-day road trip rather than choose the short helicopter ride, which would have whisked us away in a matter of hours. We had no idea that this choice would make the journey into an unforgettable event, making the route itself an intriguing destination.
Our expedition commenced on a damp morning as we departed from Dibrugarh, traversing the swollen Brahmaputra River. The newer and shorter Basar route, although incomplete, tantalized us with the promise of a faster journey. However, we were compelled to take the Pasighat route due to its accessibility. Arunachal Pradesh’s roads vary from shiny, new blacktops to slushy dirt tracks, leaving little in-between. As we traveled amidst the river and the hills, shrouded in low-lying clouds, we encountered vibrant idols strewn near a stream—a silent reminder of past festivals. Despite an aura of abandonment, these statues appeared strangely at home in their surroundings. Ascending misty slopes after Pasighat, we discovered the Brahmaputra, known as the Siang here, meandering alongside us—a regular river descending from the mountains instead of reaching the sea in the Assam plains. Orange orchards blanketed the hillsides, devoid of the small, sweet, and juicy fruits that are typically sold in cane baskets at local markets during the season. Amidst a grove, giant black and pink pigs unearthed roots with fervor. Eventually, we parted ways with the Siang and followed the Siyom River through narrower valleys. The dark tropical forest, with its multi-tiered structure, was adorned with towering coral trees in full bloom, casting a smattering of red across the jungle’s canopy.
As we journeyed onward, we reached the bottom of a narrow valley, which gradually opened up to reveal a bean-shaped bowl adorned with a shallow and pebbly Siyom River, creating picturesque islands. Nestled on one side of this scenic landscape lay the town of Aalo, also known as Along, where we decided to spend the night. As the largest settlement in the region, Aalo offered a range of culinary delights, including Korean cuisine. While observing men wading through the rain in the middle of the river, likely engaged in fishing, we enjoyed the view from our guest house—a dry rivulet accompanied by a couple of ruminating Mithuns. In a narrow and fast-flowing channel, a man expertly maneuvered his long wooden canoe upstream, opting for the path of least resistance.
En route to our destination, we encountered villages adorned with traditional thatched bamboo houses perched on stilts, their size dictated by the topography of the land. Inviting wide verandas lined with benches integrated into bamboo railings beckoned us to rest and revel in the tranquility. One such picturesque village, Kaying, nestled amidst terraced fields, was in the process of being prepared for the transplantation of vibrant green rice shoots. White flags, stained with a red sun, fluttered atop certain houses, symbolizing followers of the indigenous Donyi Polo religion, which venerates the sun and the moon. Occasionally, we passed by churches and memorials adorned with figurines, gracefully positioned along steep slopes. These slopes hosted tiny huts perched high in the air on long stilts, while pigs and ducks casually waddled on the roadside’s edge. Our driver, Rashid, exhibited extra caution, emphasizing the need to avoid any collisions, as running over an animal would require compensation equivalent to the potential loss of multiple future generations. The argumentative Indian within pondered, “How could one determine if the animal wouldn’t have been part of a future family meal?”
Our journey continued through dense evergreen forests, occasionally encountering groves of untamed pineapples and bananas growing freely. The trunks of banana trees glistened like polished mahogany pillars, adding to the ethereal beauty of the surroundings. Unexpectedly, we stumbled upon a grand feast, attracting a large congregation of locals. Men, with dahs slung across their shoulders, filled the gathering. Adjacent to the road, at the renowned Siko Dido waterfall, whose cascading waters created a misty spectacle, a grocery store proudly displayed a dried beehive hanging outside, resembling a Chinese lantern. To our amazement, a young girl strolled along, dragging a suitcase-sized speaker, energetically serenading the surroundings with peppy songs—an absolutely surreal moment. As the road looped towards Tato village, situated on a shoulder with a commanding view of two valleys, we reflected on the historical significance of the location. During the 1962 war, the Chinese had nearly reached this junction. Presently, ongoing road construction had left no trace of a road in this area and beyond. Within this context, we encountered women wearing bright lipsticks and gumboots, actively engaged in the road-building efforts. Departing from the Siyom River, we followed the path alongside the Yargyup Chhu, flowing at the valley’s base. The evergreen forests gradually surrendered to rocky mountainsides, concealing whispering waterfalls and trumpet trees adorned with taffy pink blossoms. The melodious twittering of tiny birds filled the air, interrupted abruptly as we approached, as if someone had pressed a mute button. Against the ashy grey sky, crimson red and large white rhododendrons stood out, while ponies emerged from thickets of towering bamboo to graze peacefully on the hillside.
The road eventually turned, revealing an open golden expanse cradled by gentle hills, with the higher reaches shrouded in low-hanging clouds, after braving a bone-rattling dirt track for several hours. A small settlement, a few technicolour buildings, a few conifers, and the meandering silver-grey Yargyup Chhu, unhurriedly flowing across the terrain were all present in this enchanting valley. Prayer flags flying in the wind and grazing ponies with shaggy manes enhanced the gorgeous scene of Mechukha. Weary travellers found solace in Mechukha’s energising environment and beautiful panoramas, which were appropriately termed the “medicinal water of snow” in the native Memba tongue.
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