Beside the Konkan and the Malabar coasts a lush mountain range lies festooned with tea and coffee plantations, pineapple and rubber farms, speckled deer, giant bananas and tiny weeny monkeys, small towns on precipitous heights, wild elephants, stucco plastered churches that loom over you from atop seriously high hills.
Statues of saints, gurus, priests and gods abound, sometimes sitting in plastic boxes by the road. Jesus looks down at you from a tower,
Strange blurred scenes speed by.
2 thoughts on “The Western Ghats”
I think that’s your best set of photos so far for mise en scene.
Ta Ho, is that like en-sign Parker from McHales Navy ?