Walking through a redwood grove on a fog-shrouded morning was a pleasant experience.
We hear sounds of the adjoining stream, and the occasional tweet, growl and roars of the inhabitants of the Reserve.
My memory of vibrant Fall colors is limited to beautiful picture post cards. A pretty great season for leaf peeping seems to be shaping up.
New Zealand is a land of picturesque lakes, and as we were driving down from Christchurch to Mount Cook National Park, suddenly the turquoise blue waters of the “Lake Tekapo” loomed ahead.
That’s Kolkata. Perhaps the only metro which is not yet so metro-ish..!! Perhaps the only metro where life and love has not become completely secluded into mobile passwords and speed of wifi.
The magnificent Milford Sound is the star of the glacier-carved Fjordland, with the surrounding National Park adding an emerald-greenery to its scenic beauty. The waterfall -rich backdrop is just too exciting for hiking.
I think when the Mumbaikars are tired from there whole day they had only one source of relaxation –“The sea”. Sitting on the wall I could not think of anything. It only relaxed and soothed me.
Nirad Choudhuray in his book “Clive of India”, mentions Thalassery to be the first place that British established a settlement in India.
The sunrise as viewed from the National Park was exquisite, as if thousand golden suns were bursting into flames and radiating fiery golden colours throughout the sky.
He said battle of oranges that sounded like a fruit festival, as I thought do they eat them, grow them, play with them or fight with them, as it was a battle.