Some things can only be understood when you’re in a treehouse. This was long on my bucket list. Live amidst the trees, hear up-close the rhythm of nature as animals rustle around casually, birds chirp away and the forest hums. Our tree house was perched on the edge of Mudumalai National Park. Now also a tiger… Read More Up in the treehouse
I tried to catch some fog but I mist.
‘We must see Shravanabelagola’, said the General. And so we went for another detour, off the highway, meandering through the country roads, sleepy villages and riotous fields till we caught a glimpse of the colossal monolithic statue of Gommateshvara on Vindyagiri Hill.
“They’re different species of coffee, sir. Arabica has round beans and bigger leaves and came to Coorg way before Robusta (also known as Canephora)!..The Cottabetta estate (which literally means ‘Cold Mountain’) grew Arabica and was later transformed into a Robusta plantation…Now we’re in the Woshully estate.” And thus began my foray into coffee-estate jargon on a cool, rainy day. Robusta is easier… Read More On the plantation trail – Woshully & Cottabetta
Happiness is..standing quietly in the woods. There is joy in the woods right now, the leaves are whispers of song. In the woods we return to reason and faith.
I am on the coffee plantation trail in Coorg, a picture perfect weekend getaway to lose myself in the idyllic lush woods, absorb the vibrant spirit of this evergreen land and wallow in the lap of nature.– –– Early morning blooms in a heritage bungalow at Pollibetta coffee estate.
“The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.”Early morning drive through the plateaus of Western Ghats or the Sahyadri. Like lost veiled memories echoing in the mist. And then slowly, reluctantly they reveal their faulted, eroded, edgy selves. Enchanting!