It was almost the end of spring (if there is such a season in Mumbai) and time to wander again. And off we were to our next mid-week destination. Over the years I have steadfastly avoided week-end destinations where waves of humanity descend along with their metropolitan baggage in an often unsuccessful attempt to run away from the monotony of city life.The same destinations on weekdays are a different story all together - peaceful, quiet, undisturbed by the cacophony of tourists competing with each other to make the most of what is on offer. This time on, we did not have to spend a lot of time deciding on a place to visit as that decision had been made on our last trip. Once again, early in the morning, we hit the roads on our way to Tarkarli, a quaint hamlet on a sliver of land sandwiched between the meandering Karli river and the Arabian Sea.
Sunday 3 June 2012
Tarkarli
It was almost the end of spring (if there is such a season in Mumbai) and time to wander again. And off we were to our next mid-week destination. Over the years I have steadfastly avoided week-end destinations where waves of humanity descend along with their metropolitan baggage in an often unsuccessful attempt to run away from the monotony of city life.The same destinations on weekdays are a different story all together - peaceful, quiet, undisturbed by the cacophony of tourists competing with each other to make the most of what is on offer. This time on, we did not have to spend a lot of time deciding on a place to visit as that decision had been made on our last trip. Once again, early in the morning, we hit the roads on our way to Tarkarli, a quaint hamlet on a sliver of land sandwiched between the meandering Karli river and the Arabian Sea.
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