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Pieds nus dans le pipi de singes...
... personne qui contre quelques roupies, garde vos chaussures. Ok ca y est...on trouve la personne...qui ici, est un enfant de 8 ans en se disant qu'on se lavera bien les pieds ce soir ! Le sol est mouillé, peids nus...on se demande vraiment sur quoi on marche. Les Indiens ont une grande ferveur religieuse et tout le monde nous accueille assez bien dans le temple. Nous découvrons la symbolique des décorations, ...
Down by the Riverside
... path to Ravi’s sister’s house where they could take a running jump from the roof and leap onto the flexible lower branches in their nesting tree.
A lone bison also visited, munching away on the weeds in the tea field. And Ravi told us that a tiger would be able to take him down – he would jump on his back and reach down to the bison’s throat with his claws for the killing blow. I hadn’t realized there were tigers in ...
It's fun to stay at the Y.W.C.A.
... Sundays. Also, this Saturday there's a massive celebration for the racecourses anniversary which I'm missing. Absolutely gutted.
Looking forward to moving on though. Ooty town itself is quite grim (grey, wet, dirty), and the place I'm staying hasn't got the best bathroom in the world. I haven't washed since I was in Hampi (2 days ago) and have reduced my toilet needs to 2 visits per day.
Photos of the trek coming soon xx
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Ooty 3
... get served in India.
With my blood still boiling a bit from this experience, I walked into town and happened to pass by a shop that sells sporting goods - as well as bandages and items to support injured joints and such. When I was in Chennai I had introduced Tawan and Scott to exercising with the jump rope - and in my last conversation with Tawan, she told me that she had injured her knee while jumping rope. Since I had introduced her ...
"It's fun to stay at the ..."
... passages between the bushes, gnarled, leathery old women wearing faded saris balance wicker baskets on their heads filled with the brightest (PG) tips. I could feel the bus straining. It was like galloping an unfit horse. Uphill. At the end of a grueling cross country course. In the rain. (I would know). We came to a comlete stop on several hair pin bends but eventually we rattled our way in to town.
I arrived around 5pm into gloriously crisp ...
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