Nandi Hills

After about 3 weeks in the US it was good to be back home. I decided to go for a drive to Nandi Hills. Nandi Hills are about an hours drive from the city of Bangalore. I have blogged some pictures that I took on my trip to the hills.

Monkey mum and baby. 

We arrived at Nandi Hills on an overcast day. It was nice and cool and a strong breeze blew across the hill as we drove up its slopes 

A bench invited us to sit there and enjoy the view of the land around us. 

Two centipedes cozy up on an old tree amidst the moss on its bark. 

The park on top of the hill is full of tall eucalyptus trees. 

The patchwork quilt of the Karnataka countryside as seen from the top. 

The 907 year old Sacred Bull ( Nandi ) is a major attraction here. 

The countryside. In the middle of the picture the green patch is a vineyard and the patch at the bottom left is a cocnut plantation. 

I spotted a chameleon on a rock. 

The famous ruler Tipu Sultan used to throw criminals and spies off this cliff! Very drastic measures people had in olden times. Currently known as suicide point. 

The gate of the Shiva temple on top of the hill. 

The view from the top of Nandi Hills. 

The iconic Mt. Rainier. First sighting in 15 days ofmy stay in Seattle. 

Trip to Bainbridge Island

First stop in my journey today. The ferry docks in Seattle. Waiting for the ferry to Bainbridge Island. Ferry cost $13.30. 

The ferry is huge. I quickly got on to the sun deck for the view. 

I am the King of the World. 

As the ferry chugged along, I could see Seagulls overhead. These guys seemed to be matching the ferry's speed so they appeared to be static over the ferry. 

This was the ferry to Bremerton. The ferry I took looked exactly the same. 

The city of Seattle in the distance. 

As the ferry enterd Bainbridge Island, all of us waited patiently in our cars. 

The Hood Canal Bridge would take me to my final destination ... Port Angeles. 

After the Hood Canal bridge the hills start becoming bigger and bigger. 

The sides ofthe highway are lined with charming little farmhouses. 

One the side of the road I saw this beach. There were small houses which sold some local Indian artifacts. Stopped for a while to stretch my legs. 

The Sea Spirit. An example of native art.