Recently, we’ve been exploring the Kanniyakumari and Tirunelveli districts in search of wildflowers, closely observing the blooming seasons in this region. We noticed that, much like in the Himalayas and some Western countries, there’s a full tree blossoming period during March and April—except here, the weather is scorching hot instead of pleasantly cool like spring.
For orchids, I had always assumed they bloomed either during the rains or in winter. So, when a flora enthusiast in Kanniyakumari mentioned that Dendrobium kallarensis was flowering in the intense heat, I was genuinely surprised. These orchids thrive on rocky slopes, adding to their uniqueness.
Vinod and I share a passion for hiking, especially when it involves hunting for wildflowers. It had been a while since we went on a hike together, just the two of us, so we decided to trek up and witness this orchid bloom. However, Vinod wanted to ensure the path was accessible before we set out. On the first day, he went alone to scout the hill. He thoroughly enjoyed the solo walk—something he hadn’t done since we started our NGO, the Kanniyakumari Nature Foundation.
After reaching the peak and exploring further, he stumbled upon a thriving patch of Dendrobium kallarensis. Seeing these orchids in bloom was exhilarating, as such sightings are rare in Tamil Nadu, where most hills are heavily disturbed due to temple construction and other human activities.
I was thrilled to finally go on a hike with Vinod after so long. We set off early in the morning, starting our trek through lush mango farms before beginning the steep ascent. The entire trail was uphill, with wild grasses and trees covering the slopes. There was no proper path—just a narrow walking trail worn down by previous hikers. However, since a small temple sat at the summit and attracted regular visitors, the route was at least clear enough to follow.
Bright Ixoras bloomed along the way, and prinias perched on top of bushes, their sharp screeches echoing around us. Eager to reach the top quickly, we kept a steady pace—Vinod had warned me about the brutal heat the day before when he descended, and we wanted to avoid the worst of it.
As we neared the cliff where Vinod had spotted the orchids earlier, we paused to watch some birds. To our surprise, we came across a lone Dillenia pentagyna (Dog Teak tree) in full, glorious bloom. Vinod had taken a slightly different route the previous day, so even he was amazed to see this solitary tree standing vibrant amidst the rocky slopes. The entire tree hummed with bees, their buzzing blending with the sweet floral aroma. The bright yellow flowers were a refreshing sight—though Dog Teak trees were common in the Kanniyakumari Wildlife Sanctuary, this was the first time I had ever seen one in full bloom up close.
Energized by the sight, we continued our hike, passing a small temple area. Sadly, even this secluded spot was littered with trash, leaving us disheartened by such careless human behavior. Beyond the temple, the trail disappeared, forcing us to scramble over rocks. And then—I caught my first glimpse: a delicate pink bloom clinging to the side of a boulder.
At first, I noticed that one orchid in bloom. But once I recognized its pattern, I spotted dozens more scattered across the rocky terrain. I had never seen orchid bloom like this in Tamil Nadu before, so the scene infront of me felt extra special.
Excited, I moved closer to admire their fresh petals and intricate details. Their elegant shape and soft pink color stood out beautifully against the clear blue sky. The entire hillock was ours alone—no other soul in sight except for few Long-billed pipits. In perfect silence, we soaked in the peaceful view, even trying (and failing!) to count all the orchids around us.
After spending a wonderful time among the orchids, we began our walk back. Everyone thinks climbing uphill is the hard part, but descending can be just as tricky—one wrong step, and you might go rolling down! So I took each step carefully, enjoying the mild weather and chatting with Vinod about our exciting find.
Once we reached the bottom, all I wanted was to hop on our bike and head home. But luck had other plans—both tires were punctured! Probably the work of a local mischief-maker.
Stranded deep inside, far from the main road, exhaustion and frustration set in. Thankfully, we called a friend who arranged for help. Hours later, after the tires were fixed, we finally made it home.
Some trips give you beautiful memories—and some give you wild stories to tell!