Evening was falling when we reached Nohkalikai waterfall five years ago. Thick clouds had descended over the waterfall. When we walked up to it all we could hear was the thunder of water in India’s tallest waterfall. The 340 meter drop would have been a wonderful sight, but the sound was impressive enough. We had tea in a stall nearby and waited for the fog to lift. I kept my hand in by taking photos of a work gang tarring the road. Later I would read the tragic legend of Likai, gory enough to rival Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus. The fog did not lift, and we never managed to go back. Sometimes the journey is all you have.
Didn’t you go this time?
In my numerous visits to this place, the fog has been kind only three times!
And, again the place has become a market place now, which wasn’t the case before. All it had was a viewpoint.
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No, between root bridge and eco park, we didn’t manage to get to Nohkalikai. Another time.
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Oh no…….the clan missed it then!
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Yes. 😦
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I feel that the journey is all you have. The breaks in between is just rest getting ready for the next journey. Thanks for the post
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Thanks for the comment.
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I don’t know why but your phrase, “Sometimes the journey is all you have” almost made me cry. :O
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Thank you, and my sympathies if that drew out something bad.
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Not bad at all; just poignantly true. 🙂
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Well, that’s a cheerful tale for a Monday morning …..
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Some Mondays are depressing, aren’t they?
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