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Marchula Inside Jim Corbett National Park

Marchula Inside Jim Corbett National Park

The verdant green forests and the chattering ice cold river is what comes to mind when someone mentions about Jim Corbett National Park.

Striped tigers majestically roam an expansive savannah, moody elephants double as unexpected roadblocks, and gharial crocs bask on the banks of limpid green rivulets, and hundreds of eyes spy on you from the primal depths of an evergreen forest. The Jim Corbett National Park is India's first national reserve, founded in 1937, by Jim Corbett, himself.  The British hunter was greatly revered by local people for shooting tigers that had developed a taste for human flesh, but he eventually shot more wildlife with his camera than with his gun. Originally called Hailey National Park the Indian Government renamed it after the hunter, writer and conservationist Jim Corbett, posthumously in 1956.

Marchula is a small village located on the edges of the Jim Corbett National Park. The village is located on the banks of Ramganga River. The forest surrounding the village are populated with bamboo, Sal, pine and fir trees. The mighty Himalayas, which for thousands of years formed a nature barrier keeping many an invader at bay, can be seen in all their splendour, on a clear day. There is tranquil bliss that scents the very air of this region, far from the maddening crowd.

While at Marchula, one of the best places to stay is The Solluna Resort. The beautiful landscape and the excellent services offered by The Solluna Resort make it the perfect setting for a getaway.

The Solluna Resort is located a mere six kilometres from the forest reserve is among the Top resorts in Corbett. Splendid views of Marchula Valley and Ramganga River can be enjoyed from The Solluna Resort, a charming 5-star Reort in Jim Corbett. Its air-conditioned cottages are well-designed and spacious with barbecue facilities.

The verdant forest and the river rushing by make this a perfect place to recuperate. The view brings to mind the lines of John Masefield :''Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat, So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet? I've a balm for bruised hearts, brother, and sleep for aching eyes...”