Muthyala Maduvu or Pearl Valley

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On Saturday, July 10, we went to Pearl Valley, a popular picnic spot not too far from Bangalore. From our experience with Nandi Hills, another picnic spot about 60 km north of Bangalore, we knew that it would be crowded there on a Sunday.

It took about 90 minutes to drive the 40 km from Bangalore to Pearl Valley. The road goes in the general direction of Bannerghatta National Park that we visited during our first stay. But Pearl Valley is a little bit further down the road.

We parked the car near a little restaurant that overlooks the entire valley. From there you have to descend a couple of hundred stairs to reach the bottom of the valley. At first, our driver wanted to stay with the car, but we were able to persuade him to come with us.

The gate to "heaven on earth". Pearl valley from above. Our driver wanted to stay in the car. We could convince him to enjoy the place, too.

At the bottom we found lots of rocks under shady trees. There was a waterfall coming down the rocky side of the valley. It was a rather small waterfall. Later we learned that it is a lot bigger at other times in the year. Bad timing!

A group of Indian women and their children at the waterfall. People were splashing around in the little pool at the bottom of the fall. Boys and men were either wearing shorts or swimsuits. The Indian women got in wearing their full clothes.

A monkey with a stolen mango. Suddenly a bunch of monkeys appeared. One very adventurous monkey went to the bags of the girls splashing around in the water and looked through them. The monkey knew exactly what it wanted. Before anybody could shoo it away, it grabbed a mango and climbed into the nearest tree.

Crows in the trees above our heads. The monkeys were not the only animals around. There were also a lot of the jungle crows. You will find these in numbers everywhere here. And they can make quite some noise. Rudi took out his mini-disc player and recorded the sounds we could hear.

A little temple at the bottom of the valley. Of course there was also a little temple here. It seems to be impossible to go anywhere in India without having one of those, too.

A bit further in valley we found this little pond. The water has the typical color of the earth. We left this waterfall to follow the water further into the valley. Soon we reached a quiet little pool with big rocks where the water was flowing in. The pool had the typical red-brown color of the earth. It was a wonderful place where you could sit the whole day and relax. At least it was quiet on a Saturday. I can imagine that this place is packed on Sundays when the Indians don't have to work...

All the litter shows how popular pearl valley is as a picnic spot. Being a popular picnic place also has its dark sides. You find litter everywhere! This was compensated by the colorful butterflies flying around our heads.

Further down the valley the little trail became ever more invisible. We had a beautiful view of the surrounding hills. Turning back we could see the two waterfalls cascading down into the valley. High up on the hillside was the restaurant we started from. It looked so far away and high up, it seemed it would take hours to get back there.

A view up the hill from the floor of the valley. Lots of different shades of green of the vegetation. Further in the valley, away from the crowded places it was quiet. You can imagine how big the waterfall is in the monsoon season. On top of the hill is a restaurant with a terrace overlooking the valley.

Since it was a beautiful day with the sun shining the ascend of the stairs made us sweat a lot. Rudi had to take several rests along the way.

Back at the top we went to the little restaurant and sat outside on the terrace enjoying the view over Pearl Valley.

The group from the waterfall on the terrace at the top of the fall. Next to us was a group of Indian women with their children. Everyone seemed to have a good time and there was quite some chattering. Rudi made another recording of this.

On the way back to Bangalore we came through the little village Anekal. As in any little village we passed, life was taking place on the streets. The driver had to use the horn a lot to be able to get through the little streets.

Market in Anekal. Street vendors in Anekal. The mains street in Anekal.

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Michael Prümm