On our second day in Munnar, Sanish took me to Eravikulam National Park. The park is a wildlife refuge for Nilgiri Tahr, a special kind of mountain goat. The goats are placid and don't really care about tourists, and the hike up to the top of the refuge affords a stunning view of the valley below.
If you're not a goat aficionado, however, a visit to the park might rank somewhere between taking out the recycling and filing your taxes. While I really enjoyed the half-day excursion, one of the other guests on my bus wasn't quite as impressed. She was a middle-aged Indian woman, and she grabbed my arm as I made my way back down after seeing the goats.
"What's up there?" she asked.
She didn't seem to understand, so I mimed a pair of horns on my head. "You know, furry little things that eat grass?"
Her face twisted up in confusion and disappointment. "They expect me to climb up this fucking hill to see some goats?"
I couldn't really summon a good argument either way.