The first picture I had seen of Munnar, way back as a kid, was of a herd of elephants walking through a tea estate, the mist hanging low about them.
Last year, Jerry, a friend from Kerala, and I were going through the pictures of Dooars on the internet. Jerry told me that the tea estates reminded him of Munnar.
This year, when I finally went to Munnar, I loved it. The mist, the estates of tea, the rolling hills were all there. I learnt later that Munnar itself had no resident population of elephants, so as to speak, but they do cross the place on the way to Cardamom Hills. Our cabbie and someone at the reception of the hotel we were staying at, told me there was a lone elephant staying some distance away in the forest near our hotel. They did not share my excitement at the prospect of seeing the elephant; they said it was nothing but trouble.
But here is the first picture of Munnar in this series. The colors, of course did not disappoint. They were, as I had read and heard, brilliant.