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Meenmutty Falls


Physical involvement adds a unique charm to a tour.  Meenmutty Falls in Wayanad, Kerala, involves you physically because you can ascend the hill keeping the falls in view all the time. It’s not a difficult climb at all.  Half an hour and a little effort.  The rocks are slippery in some places but there is a rope to support you.


Here are some pictures from our climb on 1 Nov 2016. 
Meenmutty Falls
The climb is not really tough
Almost there!
Crystal clear marvels entice you all along
Sense of Achievement
Time for a selfie
Lest we forget the trail
There we are!
The landscape that cradles the falls
It was a cloudy evening with a mild drizzle


Wayanad has a pristine beauty.  You won't fail to notice that there is not a speck of waste thrown anywhere on the way.  No plastic, no wrappers, no bottles, nothing but nature and its enticing beauty.  The people of the place have opened up their lands for parking areas.  Tourism will be a better source of income than agriculture, they know. 
There are many pay-and-use toilets too -
some with exotic names
How to reach:

 The falls lie about 100 km from Kozhikode which has both railway station and airport. 

 PS. We saw a group of people sitting in satyagraha. Their demand is to construct a road that connects the place with Kozhikode directly without going through Kalpetta.  There already is a small road and it is just 30 km, one third of the present distance.  "It's all politics," said the leader of the satyagraha.  If there are no politicians the world will be a far better place.  I think we all know that.  But a world without politics is an idealistic dream.  The cynical practical mind in me says, "Maybe the distance will help to preserve the pristine beauty of the place a little longer."
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  1. Prakash HegadeNovember 6, 2016 at 1:15 PM

    I had been there as well sir.. This post refreshed all the memories.. :-) Enjoyed the read!
    (its PH)

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  2. mere vichar ek khuli kitabNovember 6, 2016 at 8:20 PM

    beautiful pictures

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  3. rupam sarmaNovember 7, 2016 at 12:16 AM

    Amazing place. Beautiful photos.

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  4. Yogi SaraswatNovember 7, 2016 at 9:38 AM

    Beautiful place to visit !!

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  5. AnonymousNovember 7, 2016 at 10:16 AM

    Beautiful place :)

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  6. UnknownNovember 7, 2016 at 12:13 PM

    Nice post and pics.

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  7. UnknownNovember 9, 2016 at 8:08 PM

    The trip was really super sir.Thanks for the pics

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  8. UnknownNovember 28, 2016 at 5:26 PM

    नोटबंदी के बाद डिजिटल पेमेंट पर जोर, जानें क्या है डिजिटल पेमेंट
    Readmore Todaynews18.com https://goo.gl/BgzxC9

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  9. UnknownJanuary 12, 2019 at 9:30 AM

    There are many holiday spots. One can look for a great destination and visit it at the earliest. You can visit a great destination with your loved ones and make the most of your trip. Plan at the earliest and enjoy your heart out.

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  10. Sophia GrimesSeptember 11, 2019 at 12:33 PM

    Waterfalls are a surprise of nature and a perfect spot to visit with your friends and family. Considering Manali as the best place to watch out for some of the best waterfalls, you will experience nature at its best.

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  11. GayathriDecember 20, 2021 at 11:12 AM

    Super....Family Resort Wayanad

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