The Coorg You Are Paying to See
There is a version of Coorg that arrives pre-filtered. The estate sits back from the road behind a gate. The coffee plantation stretches out in photogenic rows. A staff member brings you filter kaapi in a steel tumbler on a wooden tray, and the whole arrangement feels like someone has already decided what your morning should look like. This is not a criticism. It is a description of what luxury travel actually sells: a curated encounter with a place, stripped of its friction and most of its ambiguity.
