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Horsley Hills




Little known as Andhra's Ooty is a 3000 odd high hill ideal for a quick weekend
getaway. Horsley hills gets it name from the then Cuddapah collector W.D. Horsley.
The place also has its share of folklore that talks about an old lady called
mallamma who used to take care of a baby elephant which is when it was first
christened as 'yenugu mallamma' hill (yenugu stands for elephant in telugu).

Horsley hills is a quick summer getaway for those who can't spare more than a
weekend. 160 km from Bangalore, 130 km from Tirupati, 180 km from Chennai approx.
The best part about this place is that there is no private hotels, and thankfully up
until now not much of commercialisation. There are rooms, cottages, and a couple of
bungalows for stay run by A.P.Tourism. The resort/hotel also has activities planned
for both families and corporates which came as a pleasant surprise. Some of the
activities are trekking, rappelling, zorbing etc. Although these are quite small
scale, they are good for a start.

Personally, I loved the scenic landscape. We were pretty much in clouds all the
time. The mist that lingered throughout, the absence of crazy crowds you see at
tourist places, the lush dense greens is what I loved the most about this place.
Just sitting in the balcony sipping on hot tea while reading your book and enjoying
nature at one of its best - If this is not tempting then this place is probably not
for you!


near our guesthouse at 6 in the evening!

What this place could've easily done without is what goes for most tourist places in
India, people littering the place with lays packets to shattered kingfisher bottles.
It just makes your almost perfect weekend date with nature a little not so perfect.
Oh oh and how can i forget those groups of men in their drunken revelry that spoil
your plans of sitting by the wind fall area staring at hills peaking out of the
clouds where you feel like the hills are staring back at you telling you 'Your life
sucks!.' I really wish the police could stop these groups!

near the 'windfall' area

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