50+ Voyagers, over the years

Ancient blue water, thin mountain air, and a group that laughed through every switchback.

The evening we arrived

The houseboat, the evening we boarded

We climbed slowly to Tiger’s Nest and toasted at the top. No one left behind.

Long afternoons, and no schedule to keep

Munnar, before the mist lifts

Houseboats, coconut breeze, and the kind of quiet you feel in your chest.

The view from the road, somewhere between two cities

Up before dawn for a sky full of balloons. Worth every early morning.