Hotel Mount View
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... walk in a woods which was lovely
before coming to the first attraction on our tourist map, Upper lake
view which was a view of the lake and Kodaikanal town. It was a good
viewpoint because beyond Kodaikanal you could see a blanket of cloud
trapped by the mountains with small peaks from neighboring mountains
poking out of it like castles in the sky. We had completely
underestimated the distance which looked very small on the map
compared to the lake which I knew ...
... in slums then as being more like animals than human beings and being both a source of fascination and disgust:
“Dark, silent, uneasy shadows passing and crossing – human vermin in this reeking sink, like goblin exhalations from all that is noxious around. Women with sunken, black-ringed eyes, whose pallid faces appear and vanish by the light of an occasional gas lamp, and look so like ill-covered skulls that we start at their stare.”
... of their stay the British named the famous rock formations after their own, the names have become part of the tourist lore. The most infamous of them is the "Suicide point" where some have taken the name literally resulting in tragic consequences. The local authorities have now decided to rename the point as “Green Valley Point” which stands at 2500 ft. They have thrown in a fence around it for good measure. The closest view that you could have of the point is from ...
... in an intersection on our way back to Coaker’s Walk. Upon seeing him, we pull out our wallets to give our 500 rupees (10 US Dollars) each. He shakes his head and waves his hand. “No no, pay after. Pay after. Don’t worry about money. Pay after.” So we push our wallets back in our pants and follow him down the street.
We walk down the road maybe a quarter mile when suddenly he squeezes into what appears to be some kind of abandoned fence. The fence ...
... for. We’ve all come to like him very much, and if Sunny is our Indian dad, then Lalu is our Indian uncle.
The following day was reserved for trekking. This is something I was really looking forward to, and the idea of hiking through the mountains of southern India seemed more like fantasy than reality. Our guide, Mr. John, resembled something of a sherpa that you might find somewhere high in the Himalayas. It made me think of that possible journey, and ...