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Part-2...Munnar

  From Cochin we were headed to the green valleys of Munnar. It is a hill station unlike anything I've ever seen. The tea plantations covered the whole hillside like an unending green carpet. As we moved closer to the interiors of the hill it started to unravel it's mysteries. We found out that beneath it's impenetrable cover there were several plants with many medicinal properties and one of the most rich animal diversity.
Kerala spice are famous all over the world. Many of these spices act as medicines. I heard people say that there when Lakshman, younger brother of Lord Ram, was injured Hanuman uprooted the entire mountain and after Lakshman's treatment from the "jadibuti" Hanuman left it in Kerala itself. This is thought to be the mythological reason for this huge variety of medicinal plants in Kerala. People say sarcastically that Hanuman ji forgot to keep it back in the Himalayas.
Apart from the beautiful tea plantation and spices, the hills also surround numerous lakes. These lakes with water so pure that it may tempt you to drink it and the breez so alluring that you may want to take a bite. There were several dams which made some good tourist spot, but being a science student I'm not so pleased with the idea of constructing dams.
After a heartfelt journey of 3 days to and fro the mountain top and valley we were again on the move to another place...


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