Hotel Madhuvana Holiday Inn
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... It's a lovely, nostalgic ride through lovely countryside. Similarly Ooty's century-old Botanic Garden provides lovely scenery in the sunny afternoon with its towering eucalyptuses, araucanias, pines, lily ponds and tiny fossilised trunk.
The 'Outlaw gang' again choose not to join the main group for an expensive dinner at a palace, opting for delicious bargains of malai kofta and a paper dosa at the local Sree Saravanaas Pure Veg ...
We had booked a cab for the four day visit from Bangalore, and left early morning at around 4AM on Thursday, 11th of April, being a public holiday on account of the festival "Ugadi". We still had to circumvent the increasing outgoing traffic, even during the early hours.
Once outside Bangalore, the route to Ooty, is smooth and comfortable, passing through Srirangapatna, Mysore, Gudalur etc., The landscape ...
... amongst the valley which gradually ascended the mountainside, crawling up bringing its ethereal form to us atop. And so as the mist bought its dampness to us we descended, back to the village where the jeep awaited. Then after we all squeezed our aching legs back into this carriage the driver took us all back down to Marias “seventh circle of hell”, back to the horns and sensory overload that is the Indian towns. We had experienced the brief ...
... then look away, hoping not to be the one put on the spot! One of the Scots stepped up, meanwhile we all watched and critiqued his OSCE skills. Luckily this all happened at the very end of the walk with the bus only a few minutes walk away.
We had just enough energy left at the end of our stroll for 9 medical students who were meant to be in school to go competitive pedallo-ing on the lake back in Ooty town. We did not win, ...
... to his tribe while holding my hand firmly. After I finished having my picture taken with all of the possible combinations and permutations of family members, the father gave me a big hug, once on each side, before letting me go. Why can't the daughters hug me instead of the father?
As a result of this increased demand, I have found myself at times refusing requests to have my photo taken. The hell with trying to be an ambassador for the western ...