A Journey Through Tea Gardens and Misty Hills
Dear Travel Diary,
The road to Munnar was a winding ribbon of anticipation. We—Mariya and her band of wanderers—chose the scenic route, for the journey mattered as much as the destination. Our options: fly to Kochi and rent a car, or embark on a road trip from Bangalore. We chose the latter, our cars weaving through valleys and climbing toward the mist-shrouded hills.
Day 1: The Arrival
Kochi Airport. The air smelled of adventure. We booked a fixed-price transfer to our Munnar hotel—no haggling, just excitement. The drive unfolded like a story—the Western Ghats cradling us, tea plantations peeking through the mist. Mariya’s eyes widened; she was already in love with Munnar’s promise.
Day 2: Chinnakanal Beckons
We drove to Chinnakanal, a name that danced on our tongues. Kolukkumalai Tea Garden awaited—a sunrise pilgrimage. The air buzzed with caffeine and whispers of ancient tea leaves. Mariya stood amidst emerald bushes, her fingers brushing dew-kissed leaves. The world blurred—the hills, the mist, and her own heartbeat. We vowed to return.
Day 3: Nature’s Canvas
Eravikulam National Park. Mariya trekked, her steps light as a butterfly’s kiss. The Nilgiri Tahr grazed, its eyes holding secrets older than time. Lakkham Falls beckoned—a hidden gem. We dipped our toes in icy water, feeling the pulse of the mountains. After lunch, we chased echoes at Mattupetty Dam and Kundala Lake. The hills whispered, “Stay a little longer.”
Day 4: Departure
Marayoor Sandalwood Forest. Mariya touched ancient trees, their fragrance clinging to her skin. Attukal Falls roared, baptizing us in nature’s grandeur. CSI Christ Church stood solemn, its walls echoing prayers. And the Rose Garden—we inhaled petals, memories, and dreams. As we drove away, Mariya promised the hills she’d return. Munnar had etched itself into her soul.
Yours in wanderlust,Mariya