it’s that time of the year again…

…when a few crazy long-ago college mates start a mail thread to “meet up”. The mail thread has crossed 150, and we’re all waiting impatiently for May 14 and 15 ๐Ÿ™‚

This is part of a tradition we set up last year ๐Ÿ˜‰ Last year, we went to Munnar. After that, we’d decided to take our meet up international: and go to Malaysia ๐Ÿ˜‰ But well, some people went out of control and are now parents ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ So, there are 3 babies in the group now, so we had to keep ourselvs close to home. So, this time, it’s destination is Alappuzha! Yay! ๐Ÿ™‚

This time, there’s one couple from Bangalore, one couple from Kochi, one couple from Dubai, another couple from Kochi, one couple from Mumbai and one couple from Kuwait (we all hope they can make it). And three babies ๐Ÿ™‚ A one yr old and 2 2-month olds ๐Ÿ™‚

Beach theme, beach wear, beach fun, beach umbrella, beach chairs ๐Ÿ˜‰ And of course: Uno, Pictionary, Monopoly and the legendary Ludo ๐Ÿ˜€

Can’t wait for May. Come, May, come soon!

CoffeeGudda @ Chikmagalur: a travellogue

Yay! Travellogue time again ๐Ÿ˜€

Yea, so I “tripped” again. This time, not with the husband / family, but with colleagues! After joining this company, there were two trips planned, both of which I backed out of — them both being weekend trips, and it being impossible for me to sleep without my daily night quota of the husband’s hugs and kisses ๐Ÿ˜€

This time, however, when the trip was planned itself, I was told that the previous trips were cancelled because I backed out at the last minute, causing a chain of backing-out! ๐Ÿ˜€ So, after much confusion and tantrums (me saying ‘don’t wanna go’, husband saying ‘go, have fun’), I gave in and said OK. I had no clue what I bargained for!

Anyway, after work on a Friday night, 14 of us set off to Chikmagalur, a hill station in south-west Karnataka. We left by about 12 am and reached Coffeegudda, the homestay we book for ourselves, by about 7.30 – 8.00 am.

And was the place awesome! After all the speculations of the place’s existence, we were all mighty pleased. And I say this, because when we Googled “Coffeegudda”, nothing turned up!! And of course, if it’s not on Google, it just does not exist, right? ๐Ÿ˜€

But well, it did exist, actually! Tucked away peacefully, even beyond Google’s reach!

Well, the place is rather new, and the guys are yet to make a website of their own. All they have now are a few pages of CoffeeGudda hosted on wix.com, a free website builder ๐Ÿ˜‰ So, I suppose this post of mine would be CoffeeGudda’s first official mention on any website! Yay! ๐Ÿ˜‰

CoffeeGudda: 16 acres of one of the most well maintained coffee and betel nut estates in Chikmagalur! A pretty homestay, mouth-watering food, fantastic hospitality, warm people, awesome surroundings, a gentle stream that meanders by and a waterfall of its own!! How much more can one ask for!?

Yes, you read that right! A huge, amazing, natural private waterfall!

An awesome suspension bridge takes one from the road to the homestay, over a serene, delightfully lovely stream that gurgles along happily beneath. The mood-setter for the vacationer ๐Ÿ˜‰ I swear it’ll set your mood. We were all wide awake from our seconds-ago groggy state the minute we saw the stream ๐Ÿ˜‰ The bridge ends where the gate is and a pathway starts. Lined on both sides by majestically tall betel nut trees, the pathway keeps you in its mysterious clutches for quite a while before it hands you over to the homestay.

View of the suspension bridge

The betel nut trees that stood majestic and tall ๐Ÿ™‚

Where the pathway leads to the homestay...and you see...

...CoffeeGudda, the homestay!

CoffeeGudda, the homestay. Another view: of the three rooms, the swing chair and the serenity ๐Ÿ™‚

Where we ate and drank. The little, thatched dining centre ๐Ÿ™‚

Day 1 began with all of us freshening up and heading for some breakfast to the lil’ thatched shed. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hot idlis with some real yummy sambar and coconut chutney. Anyone who can make a sambar that yummm can make any damn food the most tastiest way! ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh and some very nice kesari too ๐Ÿ™‚

And then, we set off to the “private” waterfall. I asked them how high it is, but they weren’t sure! Imagine having one’s own waterfall and not even bothering to know its height. Sigh! Life is very partial to some ๐Ÿ˜€

The foot of the waterfall. Technically ๐Ÿ˜‰

The trek up to the falls... (pic courtesy: a colleague)

We trekked up to the water fall from below — and it was a tough job! We had to climb up huge boulders, duck under fallen trees at places, cling on to ropes and pull ourselves up at others, get bruised and grazed on the shrubbery around…but when we did reach up, it was worth all the effort!

The waterfall...in all its glory. ๐Ÿ™‚ And the IBMers, in all theirs ๐Ÿ˜€

With such force it came tumbling down the rocks...

Standing there under all that force was awesome.

It was magical. There was just the water, greens, birds and us. It was truly magical! And standing there under all that force was awesome. It gave a lovely massage — water therapy — that washed away all our weariness, all the strained muscles, all the tiredness. It was just splendid. And I guess the BEST part of it all was its being exclusive to us. There were no mad crowds, no litter, no lack of cleanliness. The place was spotlessly clean ๐Ÿ™‚

After spending about 2-3 hours there, we were on our way back. the trek down was tougher. We had to almost slip down the slops on the sides of the boulders, hanging on to just one rope for support! ๐Ÿ˜€ It was sexy! ๐Ÿ˜€

We were all tired and again went for our baths and freshening up. Lunch waited. A real spread that was. Chappathis, two kids of chicken curry, egg roast, rice, sambar, rasam, beetroot subzi, cabbage sabzi, curds, pickles…and all of that in ABUNDANCE! We all ate to our tummies’ fill and praised the cook to no end! ๐Ÿ˜€ In fact, we were all surprised they served so much; we only expected a humble meal!

After lunch, while some of them went off to snore, a few of us sensible ones set off to chill by the stream. I swear! I haven’t done anything that “wow” in quite sometime. The time we spent at the stream was so amazing, we yearned to extend the trip and stay on for another day ๐Ÿ˜€ I personally wished I could just stay there forever, and tell the husband and parents and Pumbaa to come over with all the clothes and furniture ๐Ÿ˜€

Bridge across the river Quay...er er...the stream yay!

Gently flowed the water, gurgling, giggling and swirling...

And we chilled out in its coolness...

Miss it soooo much!

By about 6.30, we headed back to our rooms, freshened up (again!!) and sat around a campfire to enjoy the clear night! The temperature had dipped, and ย  the fire began dying out, one of us would rush to get more firewood! ๐Ÿ˜€

The campfire that kept us going way into the night...

After anthaksharis and ghost stories and dappankuths and more dancing, we had some yummy dinner. After which, we all split into groups, each doing their own thing. Some sat by and drank; some had pep talks, we played rummy ๐Ÿ˜€ I had sprained my neck as we trekked down the falls, and by night, it was horrid. I could barely move my neck ๐Ÿ˜ฆ There was another trekking planned the next day, and i was almost sure i wouldn’t make it. And that added to the pain ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Came morning, and I woke up hoping I was alright. but no. Could still barely move the neck. There was game of badminton in progress, and while i badly wanted to join in, I was in no state to play.

Early morning badminton

A few concerned ones said I better stay back…but well, even if I didn’t trek, the neck wasn’t fine. Might as well trek, I said. And off we went. How can I ever say no to trekking? And well, it was just in a tea estate (or so we thought!). Now how bad can that get!? So, once again, while a few losers slept, 9 of us set off. A bus took us halfway, and then we were to get on to one of those open jeeps that resembles the ones that carry cattle ๐Ÿ˜€

We were in for a major surprise. Turned out we were not actually headed to a tea estate, but was going to trek down an insane mountain range and trek up another!! We were headed to Horanadu and beyond!

Horanadu...scenic, isn't it?

The cattle jeep took us cattle, crossing little jungles and streams and coming out on to rough roads with the sun above us, scorching!

The little jungles, all of which had streams flowing across the roads! Sexy it was!

The roads were worse than it looks heer. At points, it bordered on scary!

With us almost dangling all over the jeep. My neck was becoming worse that I ever imagined it would…but the scenery was soo good, I was clicking away like crazy ๐Ÿ˜€ [reached home to find the ugliest bruise I got from all that banging onto the jeep railings! sigh. Lesson: never click way while on an open jeep on bad roads! :D] And when I almost started wondering if I made a stupid mistake, deciding to come, we left the rough roads to reach the zenith of the mountain!

The zenith of the mountain: Gaaligudda!

And the views took our breaths away!

Gaaligudda: the best trekking I've ever done! How many colours and textures do you see? ๐Ÿ™‚

Painting or picture?

The open jeep that took us cattle to Gaaligudda

View from the top. That little piece of green down there was a field we crossed while in the bus, even before we got on to the jeep! Which shows that we came up quite a height!

This has been by far my toughest trekking experience! Mainly because of the incline. It was almost an 80 degree slope downwards — with NOTHING to support you climb down: no boulders, no sturdy rocks, no plants, nothing! In fact, to add to all the scariness, here was a lot of loose gravel! And nothing to even break a fall if one of us were to go tumbling down!

Except three of us, the rest were all plain scared to move an inch down. But the fact that our jeep had left us there and had gone all the way to the top of another mountain where it would meet us again, left us all with no choice but to trudge down. There was a guide who helped three guys. And two other guys and I helped down the other three girls. The scariest part was that if the person we were supporting were to lose footing, she’d take us along too!

See that white spot towards the left of the pic? Draw an imaginary line up from the words "Draw an" here and you'll find it ๐Ÿ˜€ That was our jeep, waiting there for us to climb this slope down, climb the other one up and reach there!

And let me tell you, the slope isn’t as easy as it looks on the pics!

The group inching down slowly, carefully...

And that, is when I, for the first time in front of the colleagues, loudly and clearly yelled “F***!” ๐Ÿ˜€ I and the girl I was helping down had made headway and reached what looked like the bottom first. I turned around, clicked a pic and was just putting back the lens cover when I heard a shout from above. We both looked back to see a rock tumbling down right at us! My greatest fear was that it’d bring along more loose rocks and gravel. if that happened, we both would surely have reached the foot of the mountain in no time! As the rock passed us by in mere inches, I looked up sheepishly to yell out a “Sorry”! ๐Ÿ˜€ They pulled my leg all day for that! ๐Ÿ˜€

As we trekked further down and finally did reach the foot, we heard a lovely gurgling sound. “Water!! Waterfall, more like it”, we all yelled and rushed forward to find this little beauty nestled among some rocks and dense green!

The beautiful stream that takes origin from the foot of a lovely waterfall!

The cute "little" water fall which proved size does NOT matter, water does! ๐Ÿ˜€

No. It just looks small. When we got under it, it was almost double our size. yet, the water came down with such force, that when we leaned against the rocks and went completely into the water, it was like we were deep under the sea! Awesome, splendid and fantastic it was!

The first two to get into the ice water ๐Ÿ™‚ Just for perspective.

We spent about half an hour frolicking there. The water was icy cold and getting people in was a huge challenge ๐Ÿ˜€ But with the effort of our official “water splasher”, we all were in, finally! Had a fab time. Though we wished to remain in for longer, we had to leave back to Bangalore by 1.30…and it was already 11. we had just another hour to climb back, another to reach the homestay and a half more to have lunch, pack up and leave!

Heaving, panting and almost dying, we trekked back. trekking in wet clothes, that too UP a mountain, is not a good idea at all ๐Ÿ˜€ Yet, we did it, every now turning around to catch the wonderful painting Nature painted. When we finally caught a glimpse of the jeep, extra adrenaline pumped and we all almost ran up! And we were on our way back to CoffeeGudda ๐Ÿ™‚

A beautiful tree we saw on the way back ๐Ÿ™‚

The way back from Gaaligudda, to CoffeeGudda

The tea estate we "thought" we were going to; shot from the bus ๐Ÿ˜€

The stream near CoffeeGudda...where we idles the previous evening, and where the losers who didnt come trekking idled while we trekked ๐Ÿ˜€

While this trip definitely gets NO points for being a fab one by all respects, CoffeeGudda definitely gets it for being a real ‘getaway’, for yummy food, for a private waterfall (I still can’t believe the awesome luck of those ppl!) and the best trekking I ever did!

We bade goodbye to the homestay owners and left content, loaded with packs of CoffeeGudda-Chikmagalur coffee powder! ๐Ÿ™‚

CoffeeGudda rocks! ๐Ÿ™‚

ETA: Here is the link of CoffeeGudda’s very own website ๐Ÿ™‚

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Ooty: a travellogue

When I signed into WP yesterday, I accidentally clicked on โ€œRandom Postโ€, and I was led to this post, where I listed a few things I had decided to do something about, to avoid getting back into the rut of a monotonous life.

And I noticed that I had written โ€œVacations are lifeโ€™s necessitiesโ€, and had sworn to go on one every month ๐Ÿ˜€ And then I again checked up my blog to see if I had stuck to my decision, and I realised I did it without fail from April โ€“ August, and had failed badly from September โ€“ November. [September was a month of break from the monthly travels ๐Ÿ˜€ and November, well, Pumbaa wobbled in].

No, not December, because Iโ€™m off on vacation now: from 24 Dec โ€“ 1 Jan 2011! ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a B’lore-Kerala-Goa-B’lore road trip, with Dad, Mom, Bro, the husband and Pumbaa! ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway, while checking the blog, I again noticed (!) that there was a trip in October, to Ooty, and Iโ€™d completely forgotten to update my blog with photographs and superlatives. Well, it wasnโ€™t mere forgetfulness. It was also the fact that the trip wasnโ€™t all that great and I had no superlatives to remind me of it with. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I had high expectations of Ooty, and they all crumbled down all the way to the valley! I think Wayanad is the culpritโ€”the root cause for this โ€œhmmmโ€ฆthis place is nothing in comparison with Wayanadโ€ attitude!

Anyways, let me not let the trip slip into the little wedges between the neat piles of good memories and travellogues! ๐Ÿ˜€

So, here it is: the Ooty travellogue.

Uncle, Aunt and the two brats were coming down from Delhi for their first ever Bangalore trip. Their usual agenda is Delhi-Trivandrum-Adoor-Delhi; and itโ€™s been just that ever since my aunt got married way back sometime in the early 90s ๐Ÿ˜€ Anyway, this time, they broke the spell and decided to get off the train before it touched Kerala ๐Ÿ˜‰

Now, this is an aunt who loves being crazy โ€“ and has raised two equally crazy brat-girls. The elder one is the embodiment of the word โ€˜tomboyโ€™ and the younger, as feminine as any girl can get. And the Uncle, for as long as Iโ€™ve known, is as strict as anyone can get and has successfully completed 50 years, in spite of living half of that in a house with three crazy women ๐Ÿ˜€ So, while I was soo looking forward to have them all home, I was a bit anxious about what might and might not upset him. Turned out, heโ€™s a new man ๐Ÿ˜€ He was the most fun to have, this time!!!

Yea, so they reached Bangalore on a Friday morning. After loads of hugs and laughs and leg-pulling, I came to work, dreaming of just a trip to Mysore on Saturday. At about 8pm, the husband turns up at office and says, โ€œweโ€™re going to Ooty tomorrow early morning, so come home early. Iโ€™m here to pick you.โ€ Ooty!? Yippeeeee! The first and only time Iโ€™d been there was in Dec 1999. Over 10 years! I was super excitedโ€”and immediately wound up for the day ๐Ÿ˜€

We had planned a quick Bangalore-Ooty-Mysore-Bangalore trip for the weekend. and set off early Saturday morning. The four of us โ€˜kidsโ€™ in the Punto, and the four oldies in the Alto ๐Ÿ˜€

As is customary, we had a quick stop at Srirangapatna, to pay respect to Tipu and his โ€˜tharavaaduโ€™ ๐Ÿ˜€ Well, with the senior brat around, respect was just NOT a possibility! ๐Ÿ˜€

The body of TIPU SULTAN was found here

Entry to Colonel Bailey's dungeon

The dungeon's story...

The King's Battery -- now called "Sultan Batheri" -- which hides the dungeon.

A view of the many arches "under" the vault. The stone slabs on the far end of the pic, where prisoners were chained to. the part of a canon, just a decorative piece (per what I overheard a guide say :D)

After a quick tour of Colonel Baileyโ€™s Dungeon, we stopped at Tipuโ€™s favourite mosque, the Masjid-e-Ala built in 1784 (whoa! 200 years before I was born :D).

Twin towers of the Masjid-e-Ala

The open terrace, near the entries to the prayer hall.

After a quick tour of the mosque (it was closed), we drove on towards Ooty. The weather was splendid, and we had a good driveโ€”light drizzles, sunshines, rains, drizzles and more sunshine.

The harbinger of rains...

Rains that splashed all around...the car ๐Ÿ˜€

View from the shielded side of te windshield ๐Ÿ˜€

When the rains left, and only the droplets remained ๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, on the way, we passed through Bandipur National Park and spotted a few animals (unlike the experience at Muthanga Wildlife Sanctuary.Oh, but nothing “wild”, anyways ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

The elephants and a little one.

The "dears"...

The monkeys...

The python that crossed the road...

...and the long, winding road.

The brats were thrilled to see the animals, the various other animal safety signboards, the sexy, winding road and the greens on both sides. And of course, that was no python. It was just a piece of log, which did NOT cross the road ๐Ÿ˜€

And it was then that a trip plan for December was formulated and agreed up on. I was explaining to the brats how this National Park was spread across 3 statesโ€”Bandipur in Karnataka, Mudumalai in Tamil Nadu and Muthanga in Keralaโ€”and the name Muthanga just COMPLETELY avoided me! We all kept wondering what the name was: one that starts with M, had a tribal case in Kerala long time back in the name of that place, a tribal female involved, etc. And finally, the husband said some name and was sooooo sure he was right. I was soooo sure he was wrong, knew it was a longer word, though I couldnโ€™t quite get the right name. Finally, he agreed for a Delhi trip end-of-Dec if I could prove him wrong.

The next 15-20 minutes, I was super silent. All I had in mind was a violent and sad tribal police case known by the name of this place, the letter M and this tribal ladyโ€™s face and her curly hair :D.ย  It was almost a half hour later, while in the midst of photographing a group of hyper active monkeys, I dropped the camera, dug my nails into the husbandโ€™s shoulder and said โ€œMuthangaaaaaaโ€!!! For a moment, he was so blank-faced, I felt like apologising! ๐Ÿ˜€

I won the bet. So, the plan was on for Destination Dilli in December ๐Ÿ™‚ โ€œBefore that, where to, in November?โ€, I asked. To which he smiled slyly and said โ€œThat might not happen, and you might not even want toโ€. It was a mystery to me then. But when Pumbaa wobbled in, I knew! ๐Ÿ™‚ Of course, Dilli plan changed the day Pumbaa came inโ€”and just a week back, we finalised Goa plans:D

As we began the climb to Ooty, the beauty of the Western Ghats slowly unveiled. It was soothing and a prelude to better things to look forward to.

First sighting of the Ghats...

The mingling rain clouds and the emerging sun gave a captivating image...so we stopped for a few clicks.

This is when, the teenage senior brat got into the ro-ro-romantic mood a love song and a backdrop of cloud capped hills can get one into. And she, in a most dreamy way, said “I think I’ll come to Ooty for my honeymoon…with a horse.” “You marrying a horse!?”, we asked, to which she said “Yea. Free horse ride all over the place.” “Hmmm…and horse power advantage too”, I said. She was shocked, and immediately regretted the horsey honeymoon idea. And we teased her no end about it.

We stopped at a view point a little further up to see these:

From the viewpoint...

We reached Ooty by about 6pm and settled into a decent hotel.

Oh, in between, let me not forget to mention that Amma was feeling nauseous the previous night and feared dysenteryโ€”and her fears were met the next day! In spite of which, she was trip-ready! ๐Ÿ˜€ The poor thing threw up so many times, and was totally exhausted by the time we reached Ooty! ๐Ÿ˜ฆย ย  After freshening up, we took Amma to the nearest hospital. Bad news greeted us: Amma was badly dehydrated and had to be put on a double-bottle-drip treatment! Poor thing ๐Ÿ˜ฆ We stayed with her at the hospital till about 11, leaving only to have dinner, that too, in shifts! Took her back, and we all had a good nightโ€™s sleep.

Amma was all healed and completely rejuvenated the next day morning, and we set out to see Ooty: which wasnโ€™t much. We went to the Honeymoon Boat House, had a good round of boating (throughout which I, highly disappointed in the scenery, kept bragging about the boating we had at Pookkode Lake, Wayanad).

The Honeymoon Boathouse

The lake and more...

The brilliantly blue sky is what made the lake look this good!

They grazed the occasion ๐Ÿ˜€

And thatโ€™s when the senior brat noticed a few horses nearby. โ€œHorse ride nextโ€, said she. In between peals of laughter and more leg-pulling, it was then rounds of horse rides for the two brats and the uncle! And me, the photographer, had to trot, gallop and out-race the horses to get pics from all angles. Phew! Was that tiring!

The boat house was maintained very well, and had some really beautiful flowers that adorned the place. The blue sky and the towering trees added their bit too ๐Ÿ˜‰

We then headed for the toy train which we spotted from the lake and had a joy ride–yelling “chayey…chai”, “vadey vadaa vadey”, “meals meals meals”, etc. We created such a din that the folks in the other “bogies” were either laughing, or cursing us ๐Ÿ˜€ No one joined us, though. Kill-joys!

Spotted this from the boat, and just HAD to have a ride ๐Ÿ˜€

As we chugged this way and that...

...and even went squealing through a tunnel!

Then, we headed to Doddabetta, the highest peak in Tamil Nadu (2634 mts above msl) that lies near the meeting point of the Eastern and Western Ghats! The thing I loved the most there were the bisi bisi bhajjis and the cold cold ice creams ๐Ÿ˜€

The view tower, which promised a telescopic view of the Coimbatore city, was a complete scam. I even told the operator that much. Said โ€œAnna, even without my glasses, I can see the city more clearly than through your silly, unfocused, scam telescope.โ€ He soooo didnโ€™t like it, and almost shooed me off the pedestal, to make way for the next! ๐Ÿ˜€ But seriously, such a waste of time and effort, I tell you! Why, there was even a long queue to be eligible to view. Bah! I even discouraged quite a few people joining the queue, much to the operatorโ€™s chagrin ๐Ÿ˜€

The scam centre ๐Ÿ˜€

This is what we COULD NOT see through the telescope! ๐Ÿ˜›

Way to Dodabetta...and back.

Ooty was done. We bought a couple of bunched from the dry-flower vendors outside the Botanical Garden, and were on our way to Mysore, stopping only for a quick lunch.

Mysore was brilliantly decked up: all lit up and crowded. It was the 10-day Dussehra period. And to add to it, this year it was specially special. It was the 400th Dussehra being celebrated!Thanks to a stupid camera and a milling crowd, all pics taken were blurred!

One of the two royal "chariots" on display

One of the two royal "chariots" on display


But honestly, the palace stands like a real jewel when the surrounding areas are dark! It seemed to lose some of its splendid beauty in all the light! But beautiful it was, nonetheless. The crowd was overwhelming, and we decided not to go into the palace, after the disappointment a couple of months back! I recently got this by mailโ€ฆa 360 degree view of the Mysore Palaceโ€”interiors and exterior. Probably filmed ages back, or maybe as a means of getting people to visit, in spite of all the missing artifacts!

So, after more pics , by about 7.30pm, we decided to head to the Vrindavan Gardens which was slated to be open till 9pm, thanks to the festive season. But well, like last time we tried to reach the Palace from Chamundi Hill to catch it lit up, we went around in circles for almost an hour, with every single of the 12 people we asked directions for, sending us in opposite directions! That all the roads were blocked up at different parts because of the festival, traffic and finding the route became a chaotic nightmare! Finally, by the time we were given the right directions, it was just too late and weโ€™d have no way reached the Garden before closing time ๐Ÿ˜ฆ We gave up! And by about 8.45, took the road back to Bangalore. We reached home tired, exhausted and unbelievably sleepy by about 12.45am!

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The trip was not just disappointing, it was hectic as well. Our mistake. We shouldโ€™ve either taken an extra day, or left Mysore for another day. But well, even the time at Ooty wasnโ€™t all that exciting. Sigh.

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