On a third visit to Matheran, we saw a different picture of it. For the first time without the veil of heavy rain – only through a pale cover of small drizzle. A lonely hill looking out to the valley and a meandering lake, a gush of air keeping the falling water afloat as mist and friends just sitting there. And feeling so happy. Its hard not to be poetic about such a place. It is hard not to want to return to the moment.
Yes, we saw a lot of famous ‘points’ of Matheran – but we didn’t visit them. We simply embarked upon them in the course of our walk around the place. There was a lot to look at that had been hidden before – rusting, creaking old houses ready to fall at the slightest hint, breezy meadows, valleys clouded in mist, small peaks trying to sneak up through the clouds . And clearings not visited perhaps for years, reeking, rotting and decaying away. And a forgotten track
And the walk back to Neral.
Yes – Matheran is a lovely place.