If you were a cow you should be born in Vagamon for it is a bovine heaven! If green would make you happy, this place is for you. The meadows, the streams and the pleasant climate will make you forget the miles you have to go before you sleep.
On 18th, when we visited the place the light was harsh and the sky uninspiring for a photo enthusiast.
Since it was Onam holidays the place had witnessed lot of local tourists. They came in groups and climbed the hills with extended selfie sticks and camera phones protruding above them.
We settled for sometime on one of the hills enjoying the scenery. Suddenly a butterfly took off from one of the groups and fluttered around the hilltop incessantly.
Many of the tourists who had brought food and loads of plastics littered the place inconsiderately.
The place is sparsely inhabited and well preserved. Farming, laboring in tea estates and tourism are the ways of life here. The locals are mostly farmers or farm laborers.
At one end of Vagamon (here the road ends) we see a waterfall, where many tourists spend their day. Beyond that place is a forest pathway full of boulders. Not far from there is Pine hills (one can explore that place by walking, though we decided otherwise)
During the early half of the day the green started growing on us and time moved too fast. At the end of the day it became overwhelming and boring as the realization set in that green is not the only thing in life. Then, regretting we started our descent.
View from one of the green hills
On 18th, when we visited the place the light was harsh and the sky uninspiring for a photo enthusiast.
Since it was Onam holidays the place had witnessed lot of local tourists. They came in groups and climbed the hills with extended selfie sticks and camera phones protruding above them.
We settled for sometime on one of the hills enjoying the scenery. Suddenly a butterfly took off from one of the groups and fluttered around the hilltop incessantly.
The butterfly
Many of the tourists who had brought food and loads of plastics littered the place inconsiderately.
The place is sparsely inhabited and well preserved. Farming, laboring in tea estates and tourism are the ways of life here. The locals are mostly farmers or farm laborers.
A village woman on her way home
A warning!
At one end of Vagamon (here the road ends) we see a waterfall, where many tourists spend their day. Beyond that place is a forest pathway full of boulders. Not far from there is Pine hills (one can explore that place by walking, though we decided otherwise)
The water fall
A lonely cow
During the early half of the day the green started growing on us and time moved too fast. At the end of the day it became overwhelming and boring as the realization set in that green is not the only thing in life. Then, regretting we started our descent.
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