Coorg was lovely. Usually, I hate that word. It’s stiff-upper-lip, wishy-washy, mealy mouthed — all the things I dislike. But in this case, it’s apt because there is no other way to describe Coorg. It’s not exactly ‘beautiful’ (not as excessive as that); nor is it wild, intense or uplifting.
Miles and miles of coffee plantation — dark green bushes with the unique and eco-friendly quirk of needing shade. This necessitates tall trees on every plantation. Plantation owners usually grow a secondary crop: pepper. The pepper corn vine winds its way up the trees, giving the entire place a dense, l
ush look it otherwise would not have. At times, while you are passing by one of the lesser maintained estates, you may even be fooled into thinking that it is untamed land, forest. But it’s really man-made. Miles and miles of it. » Read the rest of this entry «