February is almost ending and summer is round the corner. India Travel Blog presents a long list of hill stations and cooler places to visit this summer, from every part of India. Also listed are wildlife destinations where summer is best season to see the animals.
South
* Hill Stations – Ooty, Kodaikanal and Munnar
* Coorg
* Wayanad
* Chikmaglur
* Periyar Tiger Reserve
* Bandipur National Park
Chikmaglur
North and North East
Himachal
* Manali and Rohtang Pass
* Shimla, Chail, Kufri
* Lahaul and Spiti
* Kinnaur – Kalpa Village
Uttaranchal
* Auli
* Corbett National Park
* Kumaon – Binsar and Nainital
* Rajaji National Park
Mt.Nanda Devi seen from Auli
Sikkim and North East
* North Sikkim – Yumthang Valley and Gurudongmar
* West Sikkim – Trek to Dzongri and Geocha la
* Tawang
* Shillong and Cherrapunjee
* Eaglenest National Park
Tawang Monastery
They are good at it, aren’t they?
Somehow Indian media thinks copyrights are meant to be made fun of. flickr user zedaxis22 finds his images on Times of India, stolen. This is not their first time, they seem to have made a habit of it. Only a few months ago, they stole a picture from Shrinidhi and had to subsequently apologize and pay up. I guess they think it is worth trying again. But this time, they have built more thick skin around them – zedaxis22 contacted ToI, and they simply refused to compensate.
Mainstream media in India has made a habit of not respecting copyrights and happily steal things at will. Blogbharti and desipundit have long lists of posts on images stolen from bloggers (just one such post here). NDTV had stolen one of my images once, and subsequently apologized. When will they stop? What do we need to do to make stealing a really expensive affair for culprits, I wonder.
Cullen Thomas decides to visit his mom, 68 year old, who suddenly decided to sign up as ship nurse and go into the sea for two months, hoping to be a support. It turns out his mom was energetic enough that it is he who got offered support.
Mom asked an older lieutenant if he could spare not one—I desperately tried to stop her—but two extra blankets for her chilly son. She doted on me, jumping up to get me juice, extra fruit. She kept trying to give me money (thankfully she didn’t have any euros). She kept saying that she would do my laundry. I was cringing. What would these salty merchant marines think? I could have been 12 and back home, before I’d seen any of the world.
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