Mudumalai Again!

This time we did not stay in the log house. In fact, it is a misnomer to call the houses we put up last time as log houses. They were thatti houses.

We put up at Hotel Green Park Resort. It was neither green nor a park. Yeah, the trees around, the garden and the benches in the park were green.

After the morning rituals that included breakfast, we started on our trek. The road narrowed as went deep inside. The jungle authorities seemed to be really working here. We could see electrified fence to keep the animals away from the resort side.

Not a wild beast anywhere, however, the clear-winged Forest Glory caught our attention. The technical name for this winged creature is Vestalis Gracilis. Look at the blue of its long slender body. No better lens than the retina of the eyes can catch the true glory of this colour.

It was then I became aware of the buzzing sound of a flowing stream. The other side of the stream  seemed interesting. How did folks ferry to the other side? Certainly, there was no ferry around.  Our resort dog, (Oh, well, it has along with us since we started out in the morning) showed us the way. It trotted with great confidence, and suddenly walked over a huge trunk of a tree that connected the banks. The dog moved with nimble steps. And we were not so artful as the doggy, and some of us were really scared to cross without others holding them.

Man needs to learn a lot to go back to his roots. The jungle is a good teacher.