Hotel Silver Springs
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... access, just a walking path 1.5hours downhill from Dolphins Nose. Amazingly, when a villager needs urgent medical attention, their fellow villagers carry them all the way up to Kodaikanal. All of this made us eager to go.
Through trial and error we discovered the correct rocky path, taking us down to the quaint little village with a population of around 300. Lots of smiling kids and mothers (guess the men were out farming) waved at us as we strolled around ...
... colonial rulers departed. They laid out a still attractive and recognisable French quarter, but more recently people here have had the splendid idea of closing the most important road in the town, the waterfront boulevard, to motorised traffic from 6pm until 7am. We immersed ourselves in the strolling hubbub of promenading families one evening, such a delight. As we have moved around the state we’ve seen people working at open fires roasting cashew nuts and making ...
... live in a cute cottage surrounded by an orchard. While hiking we spotted such wildlife as:
-a giant tree squirrel (1.5 metres)
-a fish owl.
Walking around town we spotted a gigantic Indian rat snake (1.2 metres speculates James) and in George and Vera’s backyard we watched their friend Botus, a monstrous Indian gaur, eat entire trees.
One morning we headed out with our ...
... in the slightest. Each moment felt sincere, each meeting felt warm. We spent time at a place called Cloud Cafe where we met a man who used to run one of the cafeterias here at Pondicherry university. His friend, another man we met at the cafe, will be coming to Pondi in a few weeks time, and we intend on seeing him and spending some time reminiscing about our time in Kodai. We ate crispy masala dosas as well as dominoes pizza. (not my choice, but I didn’t complain.) We ...
Ambling through the hills, you hear the sound of a lot of people chatting, having a right old natter in fact, accompanied by a loud "clip-clip-clip" and look up to find a big crowd of about 50 women in traditional robes busily plucking the fresh new leaves, apparently using a metal device to speed the process up. Later on, you'll meet various men, applying fertilisers and suchlike, and wearing a garment resembling a ...