we were told to go see Ooty as it’s the nicest place in Tamil Nadu to see. It’s very close to Kerala and that’s from where we returned to Tamil Nadu. These mountains have one of India’s few narrow gauge railroads – all of them UNESCO world heritage and with the beautiful scenery and British climate a welcoming change from sweat, dust and endless heat. Yes, I tend to forget it’s Winter until somebody occasionally posts snow on Facebook.
The Brits send there troops here to relax, which is how we met Karen who’s following her father’s footsteps across India and took some beautiful photos of us at the Ooty train station where we arrived after spending two days in the less popular towns Coonoor an Kothagiri (where we ended up accidentally because I couldn’t tell the difference in pronunciation to Katteri ending up on the wrong bus with a much longer and more scenic route). Ooty in comparison to these places is rather touristy hence we preferred staying in the surrounding and hike to viewpoints enjoying tea plantations and waterfalls while local tourists racing past tooting their horns. There are a lot of Indians so going to a place that attracts Indian tourists means you’ll attract a lot of attention and get stared at. By groups of males holding hands typically. It’s all a bit different here, but people are very friendly and helpful – except for our friends the Tuk-Tuk drivers who are really eager to test their English with us, but somehow fail to offer their service at a reasonable rate. So we walk. A lot – we have time anyway and it gets us closest to cycling mode where we could stop and take pictures whenever we wanted to. Very different now on train and bus all pretty dark (with a different interpretation of clean) and shaking so much that each photo takes editing. See for yourself: