It’s only when we reached the city of Kazan, our second stop on the Trans Siberian journey, that we were reminded of the Asia in Russia.
Priya, at the Sinquerim cliff, watching the monsoon clouds above the Arabian Sea.
An aerial view (of some sorts) of the Church of St. Cajetan, shot from the Capela da Nossa Senhora do Monte.
In a bid to escape the chaos of the busy Munnar town, with its horde of honeymooners and those same-cap wearing tour bus participants, we rode far and long to get to Top Station, steering clear from all the designated ‘photo points’ and ‘tourist attractions’.
We went right past a huge bunch of tourists at an ‘echo point’ along the Mattupetty Dam reservoir and rode ahead to find our own quiet spot by the lake. We parked our bike and walked right to the end of a jetty-like stretch of land going into the water. A little retreat we made our own for the next couple of minutes. We admired the sweeping panorama and heard our ‘hellos’ and whistles echo away in the distance before we rode away to find a new adventure.
Travelling around India over the past few years, gave me the opportunity to witness a ton of sunsets. A bunch of sunrises too, but then you know how lazy I could get sometimes, especially when I have to wake up early in the morning. I’ve wintnessed sunsets at Jammu & Kashmir, Kanyakumari, Arunachal Pradesh and Goa. That basically takes care of North, South, East and West. Okay, maybe I need to witness a sunset at Gujarat, then I would be able to tick off the Extreme West. Bottom line is, I’ve seen a ton of sunsets, and I’ve put them all here for your viewing pleasure, in no particular order, with a short snippet of each evening.
Bara Gumbad, the 520-year old, three-domed mosque is a revelation of the elegance of Mughal architecture with its intricate Arabic engravings and beautiful floral and geometric motifs.
On a beautiful spring afternoon, it was a delight to explore this structure at the lovely Lodhi Gardens.
Lakshmi, the temple elephant indulges in a short nap while her mahout and excited tourists lavish her with attention and bathe her.
While making our way from Sarchu to Ladakh, we encountered dust storms, rain, hail and snow. It was amazing feeling, getting to experience the different forces of nature in the span of a few hours. Not only did the weather keep changing, but so did the landscape. The mountains kept changing color as we made our way through the valleys.
While the sunset was a spectacle and the waves put up a dramatic display of their own, what caught our eyes on that beautiful night in Kanyakumari was the lighthouse, standing tall and lonely above the sacred city, showing its beacons of light to the men at sea.
Munnar was dirty, ugly and full of tourists behaving like stray cattle. So we decided to head to Devikulam instead. We met a few locals who advised us not to miss the sunrise the next morning.
So we kicked our laziness aside, woke up really early the next morning, rode through the freezing cold and made our way through some lush green tea estates. The first few rays of the sun lit up the sky after a short while and we witnessed this brilliant sunrise. The Devikulam town nested between the mountains, under a blanket of the morning fog.