The Mishmi Hills are a beautiful world of jaw-dropping landscapes &mdash tropical forests, alpine meadows, shrubby woods, bamboo groves and sloping grasslands so deeply hued that verdant would be an understatement for this high rainfall biodiversity hotspot. The setting is simply other-worldly. Cerulean skies seem to reach out for the rolling hills. Trees wear giant creepers, elegantly draped. Orchids flower profusely on the forest floor as well as high up on trees. The earth far below the lush canopy is not only blanketed with decorative ferns, they leap up ten feet tall and sprout like umbrellas at the top. The bends are hairpin and the valleys unfathomable. It&rsquos one of the last places on earth, or at least in India, that are still mysterious &mdash in fact, the number of species of mammals, birds, flowers, insects and butterflies that inhabit the Mishmi Hills are still being counted. They are sparsely visited by tourists, these hills, and I think that&rsquos one of the reasons why this remote land belongs most to the clouds, fog and snow and, sometimes, sunshine.