” It was difficult to conceive the state of isolation in which we lived…so rare indeed was a visit from a neighbour that, when one was coming to see me, I used to sit on a hill watching for the first glimpse of him, like a shipwrecked mariner on a desert island, watching for the glimpse of a sail on the horizon.”
– Robert H. Elliot, Coffee Planter in Southern India, 1856.
Image Credits: Nithin Sagi
