Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Yercaud , the poor man's Ooty
Yesterday we were at Yercaud , one of the lesser known hill stations of Tamilnadu nestled in the Eastern ghats.The temperature , a nice 28 degrees or so, was very enjoyable and the thick woods were as beautiful as the Topslip ones which I had seen last month.
I could not see Kurunji , the flower that blooms only once in twelve years.Nor could I go the Servarayan temple which leads you into a cave which is supposed to stretch right upto Mysore .The flowers were exotic and beautiful and the tall silver oaks enchanting.There is supposed to be a wishing well into which the local belief says that if you manage to throw at least one stone out of three ,turning your back you may run into luck and get what you desire .No such luck for me because nobody told us where the well was ! ¶ 6:59 AM
Yesterday we were at Yercaud , one of the lesser known hill stations of Tamilnadu nestled in the Eastern ghats.The temperature , a nice 28 degrees or so, was very enjoyable and the thick woods were as beautiful as the Topslip ones which I had seen last month.
I could not see Kurunji , the flower that blooms only once in twelve years.Nor could I go the Servarayan temple which leads you into a cave which is supposed to stretch right upto Mysore .The flowers were exotic and beautiful and the tall silver oaks enchanting.There is supposed to be a wishing well into which the local belief says that if you manage to throw at least one stone out of three ,turning your back you may run into luck and get what you desire .No such luck for me because nobody told us where the well was ! ¶ 6:59 AM
