Visited Kokkare Bellur again, 15 months after my first visit. There were not many birds this time. Painted Storks were around 20-25 in number.Pelicans were very less in number. I counted 7 or 8 pelicans. I tried to get a decent shot of these big birds, but in vain. That pelican was hiding behind the tree branches as if its being guilty of something:P Few of the sun-bathing Storks posed for the camera without hesitation. And so was this squatting one Bellur, became famous &got the prefix ‘Kokkare’ (Storks) because of these beautiful birds &is home for hundreds of storks &pelicans.
In an earlier life, repetitive tourism (in whatever guise:temples, tirth yatra or just a getaway) would be good cause for loud and insistent protests, to my parents lasting aggravation. Post marriage has resulted in a surprising complacency and tolerance that I would not have believed myself of conjuring (though there might be differing opinions on this!). Ergo, we found ourselves cruising along on Mysore road for the second time in as many months. Though its been a couple of years now, we cannot get over our luck at being blessed with this highway:shiny clean and even enough to eat off. As battered as we were by our road trips to South Kanara, we treated this one with the normal emotions Indians reserve when treated to a motorable highway:unselfconscious delight and surprise. This trip was hastily planned with frantic calls to resorts and plenty of second guessing and rethinking to boot. With a friend’s recommendation, we settled on the Royal Orchid otel Hotel ckhoHotel at Brindavan Garden KRS. Brindavan gardens that provided the colour to a hundred tacky wet-sari songs in all possible vernacular tongues.
You must be wondering what is chhoti patti and why I mentioned it in the topic. You will know this as you finish reading the blog.:) Most of my friends are a**h***s and almost 70-80% of the headache of planning a trip comes to me. This was the trip in which I did almost nothing, other than going to the trip. And the reason why all this could happen was because all those a**h*** friends didn't come to this trip. Actually this was my first all-colleagues trip to any outstation place and thus it was really a nice experience. I got to spend a valuable no-bug and no-debug time with them. Plan was very simple - take train till Shimoga, book a taxi and visit Jog Falls , take same taxi to Mudureshwar, next day spend some time on the beach , come back to Shimoga, if possible visit some places on the way, and then take train back to Bangalore.
(a lesser known cousin of Hampi !) Strolling around in a mall / window shopping is not that enjoyable if & when you need to lug around an adorable 1.5 yr old toddler. As such, weekends and other free time tends to get incredibly boring! Eating out is passé, hitting the popular spots in the city even more so and staying at home is not even an option, considering you would have been closeted at home thru the working week albeit with your lovable kid. So here’s what happens, you find yourself analysing all the leisure activities and weekend getaways from your place very very minutely.