Travel Coorg in the Monsoon to the Realm of Travel Fiction

After breaking the bike in Kunigal and spending almost a week a little confused in Bangalore, in search of the future, the prize has arrived these last two days in the middle of living nature. Coorg may be the most beautiful mountain site I have been to in South India. The Kodagu district, or the Coorg, is one of the most beautiful hilly areas of Karnataka covered with dense forests and plantations. Coorg is located about 260 km from Bangalore and 120 km from Mysore, on the eastern foothills of the Western Ghat.

The English settlers called this place the Scotland of India, as always looking at their own ass, something very English. The only thing that this Scotland has more is the cows. Kodagu is in the tropic of cancer and if the English had been in Costa Rica they would have been much more successful with the nickname.

Its approximately 2,500 square kilometers are crossed by the river Kaveri. Its springs are traditionally referred to Talacauvery on the Brahmagiri hills at 1276 m. Here the spring waters collected in a balsa flow copious only during the monsoons. They acquire the dignity of the river only further downstream after an underground path.

It is a land of unimaginable fertility, undulating and carpeted with every possible shade of green existing in the world. The region is fed by the many streams that feed the great river which nourish the plantations of coffee, cardamom, pepper, nutmeg, and forests of bamboo, sandal, and rose.

I have been in a tropical garden, surrounded by fields of grass, spice plantations, and coffee. In fact, my stay was in the middle of a coffee plantation. At dusk, while moving I could smell the aroma of the plantations. What an unforgettable feeling.

In front of her, I have had a huge pastureland. In it, I have contemplated very calmly the day to day of the cows and the peasants. Orchards with all kinds of tropical fruits and other edible vegetables abound in Kodagu. I take a stroll through the crops and see how nature in its purest state is so good at giving all those delicacies.

It is a great place to hike through the hills and the jungle. In the morning we made a three-hour route through first coffee and spices fields, then enter the jungle. There we saw a huge poop of wild elephant. It is something more exciting than seeing the elephants locked in a training camp, tamed and submissive before the one who puts the food.

The wild fauna is completed by birds, which can be seen surprising from time to time, with their striking colors. They accompany me with their songs and croaks of many different kinds and tones. It is a symphony of nature.

In the afternoon I visit the city of Bylakuppe. Bylakuppe is a village of Tibetan refugees who, following the Chinese invasion of Tibet in 1959, found refuge here in an area of ​1200 hectares. Since then, monasteries, temples, and villages of Buddhist monks have been in the area and surrounding areas.

People wear the typical brown and ocher yellow robes and have become a very common figure. These are very welcoming people who are well integrated into the reality of Karnataka. I visit the main attraction of the Golden Temple, which is located in the Namdroling Monastery. The temple has a magnificent 18-meter tall Buddha statue.

The Tibetans stay in harmony with the Kodavas, or Coorgis. Their appearance, customs, cults and traditional clothing are clearly different from those of the other inhabitants of South Karnataka. In the evening I was tempted by a native to taste a rich homemade food. I cannot help but appreciate the freshness and quality of the spices and the palate. At the time of leaving, I carry a lot of nostalgia and a desire of not wanting to leave.
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