Back on tierra firma, having arrived at the Nimati Ghat on the south bank of the Brahmaputra by much larger ferry, we soon hit the Assam Trunk Road, the main east-west throughfare.
It is Sunday, which seems to be special market day par excellence. We first reach the general market at Roschuc (?), a rather chaotic affair, where all products are being sold all over the place – usually, Indian markets are better organised, vegetables with vegetables, products like garments and shoes in other section, and so on. Not here. Some cloths are next to a range of vegetable stalls, which border the shoe department, but only part of it, because more shoes are on the other side, where also the meat and the fish is being sold, next to metal works. But despite the chaos, there is a really nice atmosphere, lovely people, very friendly and chatty. Going to the market seems to be a social affair as much as a shopping experience.
The Cattle Market
In Numaligarh we stumble upon the cattle market. Not very big, but quite busy, with animals, many tied up in small groups – probably belonging to the same owner – waiting for a buyer, some outside, and in a kind of an open market building. The animals have been here for a while, obviously, which shows on the floor: quite filthy by now, and quite smelly. But here, too, great atmosphere. And business is being conducted, I see large swaths of money changing hands. Cash, no digital payments here.
At the back is the buffalo market, separate from the cows. But equally filthy, of course. Whenever an animal has been sold, it is being manoeuvred into one of the small trucks that are parked around. A major exercise involving several men pushing at the back, and another two or three pulling a rope in the front. How they manage to get three of those monsters next to each other, I have no idea, getting one in is already difficult enough.
The Temple Ruins
But Numaligarh has more to offer than markets alone. Just outside town is the Deopahar temple, or rather, the ruins of the temple, built on top of a hill. The story goes that one of the Ahom kings – the Ahom ruled this area from the 11th C to the 18th – wasn’t able to climb the hill, so built a new temple nearby and let the old decay. Nowadays, it is an archaeological site, parts of it being restored. Many of the pieces of the original temple are arranged in a circle around it, displaying the various sculpting and carvings. No explanations, nothing.
The new temple is on the plains, in between the tea plantations. It is not particularly beautiful, but with all the offering stalls around, it makes for a few nice and colourful pictures.
The Tea Estates
And so do the tea estates. All along the road – this is Assam, after all – we have seen the tea bushes appearing, endless fields, sometimes a little undulating. Tea is always fabulous to look at, its vibrant green colour before harvest, and it slightly darker green as the new leaves have been plucked. And even better if there are people working the plantation, like earlier on at the harvest, and here today clearing dead branches from the plants. The people working the tea plantations belong to the Adivasi, a collection of tribes that claim to be the indigenous people of the Indian Subcontinent. In Assam they are indivisibly connected with working the tea plantations.