My travel experiences

Before the flight journey across borneo, i went on a trip to the Samarinda city. We reached a place named Tenggarong, (Tangga + Arung = house of king). The story goes like this, there was a bridge to cross the mahakam river to reach the town Tenggarong. During a repair work in 2011 the only bridge connecting the town collapsed. And the arrangement made for local transportation really surprised me.  Our car was loaded into a ferry along with few others. After an half hour journey the ferry dropped us at Tenggarong. The journey itself was quiet good. The story of a man eating crocodile in the river, which was caught and killed , of size five metres long was terryfing. Soon ferries carrying cars and bikes beacme a common sighting. Lot of them were passing us from the other side. And cost of transportation is IDR 60,000 only. It made me realise if there is a necessity,  nothing can  stop you from doing what you want. I have been to many places where non availability of boat to cross

After a melancholic 60 days stay at Sangatta,Indonesia, I was sitting in  a twin otter  plane seated right behind the pilot and peeking  through  the glass  window, waiting for the plane to take off. Onward journey from balikpapan to sangatta was through land and also exciting one, but without knowing a bit of language at that time, I was just talking with eyes and expresions and actions. Hectic googling prior to my jouney two months ago about the place where i am going to live(sangatta) did not reveal any information. It is quite an unexplored place. So now sitting in the plane , i am going to see the island of borneo(now renamed as kalimantan) from top of the world with an iphone5S in my hands.   I started clicking things whatever i could see around. The pilot and co-pilot getting ready for starting the flight - The moments i was waiting for.   Just before take off i realised t he wings and fan blades are going to be a big hindrance for my photography obstructing part of th

Padmarajapuram gardens – on the way to arakku valley I am always fascinated on seeing the beauty of flowers. One day in life i will have a garden at home, for now i love being nomadic. The colors in flowers appear good during vibrant moods. That is the reason all cultures associate flower to different feelings like giving rose for expressing love. In india , flowers are used by women to get flavour for their hair, for dedicating to god in temples, For decoration in marriages and festivals, and even during death ceremonies, during political rallies. Flowers have become so integral part of life even during golden days of sangam period, kapilar, a tamil poet sung about 99 different flowers. The serene arakku valley – rail route. Now in 2016 Indian government has released a glass coached train in this route. Love to travel. Borra caves- Indias largest cave Arakku falls The arraku valley tourism circuit is yet

Most people wouldn’t be aware where on india this place is. Like me when i heard of the deomalle- the highest point in the eastern ghats even after living in the eastern coast of india for two decades. I decided to trek as soon as i heard of this place in koraput district of Orissa. Here you see what i have seen on that Sunday. The road to deomalle Deomalle The valley view The passing clouds The hugging clouds The evening sun The beautiful peaks The dancing road to top The yellow flowers Little forest A fitting farewell Thats the end of the trip. Thanks to christopher, Rengaraj, Ramamurthy sir for accompanying me to deomalle.

This post is just a photo blog for tiger lovers. The tiger population has increased in the last couple o years. If the same trend continues, We can see our national animal in forests. Till then zoos will satisy our vicarious feelings for seeing the big cats. These photos were taken by me at pilikula zoological park, mangalore. Good bye Panthera Tigris.