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| Interesting Scintillating Joyful Amazing
Soothing Enjoyment Serene Beautiful Blissful Tranquil Ecstatic
Calm Exotic Pleasure Delight Glee. Kerala, at the southern edge
of Indian is a God created masterpiece - a cultural paradise.
The most acclaimed destination of the world. One of the ten
paradise of the World. State with highest learned people. Rich
in its culture and ethnic background .yet, unique in its diversity.
It is the land of spellbinding attractions like hill stations,
beaches, backwaters, Ayurveda, forests, waterfalls, art forms,
festivals, wildlife. Where in the world will you find so stunning
a landscape ?
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KERALA: Munnar,
the confluence of the three mountain river systems - Mudrapuzha,
Nallathani ,Kundala. Situated at 1600m above the sea level this
hill station, leaves you with a cold summer sweetness. Completely
dotted with lakes, reservoirs, mountains streams, scabrous rocks,
wooded valleys, wavy grass hills, this hill station offers a
great variety choices at short intervals. Along the quite drives
of Munnar, through the unending sea of tea plantations, signs
of human life itself is a rare sight apart from similarly attired
plantation workers. The unending dominance of the tea plantations
and the mountain flower Neelakkurinji that bloom once in 12
years are both synonymous landmarks of Munnar. The mountains
known as Kannandevan Hills got its identify from a former hill
tribe Zamindar who ruled five villages around Munnar called
Anchunadu. A Britisher by the name Muntro was the first planter
who bought 227 acres of forest area from the Travancore Maha
Raja in 1887 to start the first ever tea producing company in
Munnar. Tata - Kannandevan, Harissons Malayalam and Kulukkumala
are the major tea producing companies owing the majority of
the wide spread tea estates.
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| Playing mists, soul searching winds, hurling waterfalls, cold
monsoons, fragrant cardamom bushes, sprawling tea plantations,
shaven silver oaks, indomitable elephant herds, picturesque
towns, long winding lanes, the bluish tint of the Neelakkurinji
mountains, floating tunes of early morning radio, strangely
uniform herds of plantation workers. Everything leading to CLOUDS
9 is divine. With the mist covering in the valleys around, the
plateau of a resort sticking out, it is a heavenly feeling of
being on the legendary flaying machine - Pushpak, floating over
the clouds. Everything about CLOUDS 9 is divine. At CLOUDS 9,
you do not see things, you absorb them within you.
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