Back in Tamil Nadu and have returned to the horrors of an Indian town. Kerala was a different world. Fort Cochin, was bliss, admittedly not at all an Indian town - portuguese n dutch architecture and even a 'Jew town' as it was called. Goats filling up the streets instead of nasty auto rickshaws, coffee shops, easy strolling along the seafront, non-seedy bars where women can drink woohoo! Backpacker planet.
Anyway, back into the 'real' world of traffic and horns and fumes and cesspit streets woohoo. GORGEOUS train ride up to Ooty today, a UNESCO toy train chuffing it's way up the mountain, past tea plantations, banana plantations, misty mountains and cutie kids waving at us.
Gorgousness stops as soon as you get off the train however, and am grabbing onto the excuse that I have no hiking boots, waterproofs, warm clothing, everything essential for hiking, so I can't possibly go. So heading off to Mysore instead for some more city punishment, but sandalwood is made there so will bury my face in a vat to make the nasty smells go away.
Toodles
