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MY AFFAIR WITH COORG!


The quiet remains untouched mostly, disturbed occasionally by the chirp of birds and bees and by the soft flowing water. My journey through Coorg was rocky and long sure, but was also the same amount of calming and breathtaking. Touchdown at the Bangalore airport, get into your car and drive past 8 hours of scenic beauty to reach the hilly expanse of Coorg. Just make sure your urge to pee is more patient than mine!

We stopped over at this quaint little south Indian food joint for breakfast, the name of which completely escapes my mind! Kamat I guess? They had the best idlis I’ve ever tasted, rolled cylindrically in a leaf. They also have this touristy shop just outside where you get everything from earrings to bags to spiders-crawling-out-of-shells.
 

Hills, trees, and beautiful greens is what I would say Coorg was to me. The rains made everything more vibrant and pleasant and as you climb higher and higher...The breeze becomes cooler and the smells become calmer and clean. We stayed over at the Tamara resort in Coorg, which is reminiscent of a cabin nestled amongst woods. Till as far as your eyes can see, you'd only be able to glance at hills and greenery. Narrow winding pathways lined with fallen leaves and fresh rain water were perfect for little strolls in the mornings.

Coorg is a haven for the coffee and spice aficionados! I tasted Jaggery coffee for the first time and the taste still lingers on my mind! It was that good.


I did get car sick and I do wish the rains hadn't stopped me from exploring the place more (especially the leech lined plantation trail!...kidding) but this was an experience I would never forget!

(All images by UnderTheIndianSky)
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