A Haunted Hill, Cold Winds & the Perfect Monsoon Ride
This ride was adventure from the very first throttle.
Our morning began at the eerie Tiger Hill Cemetery – a place wrapped in legends, silence, and a strange kind of thrill. The chill in the air made it even better.
From there, we carved our way through the dreamy Coonoor ghats, drifting from mist to sunshine and back again. Kinnakorai, Manjur, Mulli – every stretch felt freshly painted by the monsoon itself.
Cool winds, wet curves, and the perfect grey skies made this an unforgettable monsoon-season ride.
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