When you leave the city and go into the countryside, you sometimes wish you never had to return. There’s nothing to beat Nature really, for the charm as well as the devastation. The Western Ghats are a tourist’s delight, every nook and cranny holds something interesting.
On this trip, I was fascinated by a sort of glade that suddenly appeared on our way back from the Sentinel Rock waterfall. It seemed the perfect place to rest, to read and ruminate all your life. Then there was this tree, I really don’t know which – perhaps a fig tree – that captivated me just outside the entrance to the Pookot Lake. A stunning view from a large bend on the ghat section is the third picture – some of us saw the sunset from here and it made for quite an experience.