Of Makers, Myths and Memories

Some journeys move through landscapes. Others move through you. This one does both — gently, deeply, and with stories that settle in slowly, Starting in the tea-scented air of Dibrugarh, this trip weaves through three strikingly different regions — Ziro, Majuli, and Mon — each carrying its own rhythm, rituals, and ways of seeing the world.

In Ziro, you’ll find more than postcard views. You’ll hike to waterfalls hidden in the clouds, wake up early to watch the sun rise over bedded mist at Pomu Yalang, and ride a scooty through sleepy villages as the hills blush in twilight.

You’ll learn how the Apatanis grow rice and rear fish in the same field — without a single machine or animal — a farming method as ingenious as it is sustainable. You’ll see their hands at work on looms and with bamboo, crafting everything they need with quiet skill. And you’ll begin to notice how music, ritual, and resilience echo through their daily lives.

Then the road opens up again — this time towards the river. In Majuli, the Brahmaputra surrounds you like a story that never stops flowing. Here, you’ll meet priests who carve gods into masks, sip freshly brewed Apong you helped make, and float down quiet rivers that reflect the skies.

Finally, you head east to Mon, where the land becomes sharper and the past more visible. In Longwa, a house straddles two countries. In Hongphoi, tattooed elders carry warrior histories on their skin. You’ll stand at the edge of Myanmar, hike border trails, and step into a world that exists between memory and movement — still very much alive.

This journey isn’t fast. It’s not meant to be. It’s designed to let you listen more than speak, walk more than rush, and return with more than just photos.