Have you ever driven out of the city and found yourself somewhere that feels completely untouched by time? That’s exactly what happened when we took a spontaneous road trip from Chennai to Pulicat Lake, and let me tell you — it was the kind of soulful escape that stays with you long after the mud washes off your feet.

Pulicat Lagoon
Thousands of flamingos, still as poetry — until they took flight in unison

The Road to Stillness

Just a couple hours north of Chennai, the highway winds past villages and palm-fringed roads before leading you to the coastal town of Pulicat — a name that may not appear on every tourist map, but absolutely should.

We set off early with snacks, curious hearts, and a playlist full of 90s Tamil hits. The drive was smooth, peppered with glimpses of rural life. But it was the promise of birds — thousands of flamingos — that truly called us north.

Pulicat Lagoon
Pulicat Lagoon

Welcomed by a Local Hero

On arrival, we met a local fisherman who offered to show us the lake by boat. His smile was warm, and his knowledge of the lagoon was richer than any guidebook could hope to be. With his help, we glided across the brackish waters of India’s second-largest lagoon, where salt and sweetness mingle like old friends.

Pulicat Lagoon
Our Local Hero from Pulicat Lagoon

At one spot, the boat slowed. “Look,” he whispered.

And there they were — flamingos. Pink, poised, and perfectly mirrored in the shallow waters. Thousands of them. I’m not exaggerating. It felt like a dream stitched together by feathers and silence.

Pulicat Lagoon
Pulicat Lagoon

Walking on Water (Almost)

In the shallower parts, our boatman let us step off. The mud was swampy, soft, and somehow soothing — like walking on chocolate pudding. We laughed, slipped a little, and took what felt like a hundred photos. (Okay, maybe more.)

Pulicat Lagoon
Sometimes you’ve got to get your feet dirty for the view

A Beach All to Ourselves

Later, he took us to a quiet beach on the lake’s edge. No crowds, no vendors — just waves whispering to the sand and the kids running free. We let time stretch out. It was the kind of peaceful that resets your inner compass.

Pulicat Lagoon
One of those places where your thoughts finally have room to breathe

A Quick Note on Food (or Lack Thereof)

Here’s a tiny travel hack: bring your own food or plan meals in advance. By the time we returned from the lagoon, all the local restaurants were closed. We had to drive quite a bit to find a decent meal — hungry but still glowing from the day.

So yes, pack something simple. Trust me, a banana and a bottle of water never tasted so gourmet.

Pulicat Lagoon
Fishing at Pulicat Lagoon

What Makes Pulicat So Special?

  • It’s one of India’s most important wetlands and migratory bird hubs.
  • The Pulicat Bird Sanctuary hosts flamingos, pelicans, spoonbills, and more.
  • The lagoon stretches across Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh, forming a rich ecological zone.
  • It’s also steeped in history and traditional fishing culture — quiet, humble, and beautifully real.
Pulicat Lagoon
Pulicat Bird Sanctuary

Getting There

  • Distance from Chennai: Around 60 km
  • Best mode: By car — gives you the freedom to stop, explore, and breathe it all in
  • Nearby towns: Ponneri (nearest railway), Sullurpeta (if you’re coming from AP side)

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Have You Seen the Flamingos Yet?

If you’ve been to Pulicat or another peaceful birding spot, I’d love to hear about it in the comments. What was your favorite part? Did you manage to stay mud-free?

And if not — well, what’s stopping you?

This is one of those places that doesn’t just show you nature… it reminds you. That quiet still exists. That kind strangers are real. And that birds can stir something deep within us.


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🕊️ Until next time, keep exploring — and carry snacks.

Warmly,
Winsome Planet
Travel writer, flamingo fan, and proud owner of mud-stained shoes