About an hour into the walk it began to rain, heavily at times, so we were walking along small waterfalls by the path, this water brought a lot of mud with it, erosion I suppose. |
the route up is intermittently a rocky path, surrounded by many hues of bright green... |
...through a gushing stream on the way.... |
...along the way we go up slick and slippery steps cut by ancients. |
There is water everywhere, brown with eroded soil. Where it can, it flows, otherwise it puddles. |
Irrespective of the vegetation, moss and fern every bit of the way make the path slippery. More so when coming down when one has to often sit and descend. |
On the route down we cross the Kanheri Caves. Now decrepit and amateurishly renovated, these ancient Buddhist Caves form an elaborate complex which have withstood the ravages of time over centuries. |
It was lovely walk and a wonderful experience. “After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.” ― |