Mountainia Rest House Ootacamund

... to adjust to Canada. It took me even longer to properly identify with my nationality. Now as an ATCK (Adult Third Culture Kid) I&#8217;ve come to not only embrace my identity but also revel in it. Not every global nomad comes to terms with the conflict of who they are. <br><br>At least they are not alone, especially in Ooty. &#8220;Hebron has a unique cultural atmosphere that even the Indian students become like third culture kids,&#8221; John explained. &#8220;We have a good awareness ...

... year&#8217;s staff is alumni. John Barclay, who sent the drama festival invitation to EducationWorld, was a former student, parent, teacher, and finally, principal. &#8220;This school does have a magnetic effect that pulls people back,&#8221; he mused. &#8220;Hebron is unique in its family around the world. We are really brothers and sister. We&#8217;re family.&#8221; One international guest, a young Welshman named David, was even born there (&#8220;On the other side of the hill,&#8221 ...

... in the front seat next to me. &#8220;It&#8217;s going to be really cold tonight.&#8221;<br><br>My coworker and I were headed to Ootachmund, better known as Ooty, to attend the annual Drama Festival at Hebron, an international boarding school. After our trip to Goa I returned to the office to find an invitation to the festival, and was encouraged to go by the boss. Allyson had been in touch with the school regarding their potential marketing in the magazine, and it ...

... degrees was not immediately noticable as the sun still bore down strongly from the sky. We'd picked out a reasonably sounding place from the guide book, only to find out that the Hotel Lake View bore an uncanny resemblance to a derelict Pontins with not a shimmer of water in eye sight. Following the advice of our auto driver we drove to the Mount View Guest House. Our first impressions of large room, high ceiling and good location were ...

Le matin du jeudi 16 avril, nous avons pris le bus de l'hotel en partance pour Ooty, ville qui fut une des 1eres villes de station de montagne (2450m), ou les notables venaient se refugier en ete. On fait la connaissance dans le bus de Germain, un Francais qui comme nous, debute son voyage de 5 mois en Asie. Le trajet en minibus est encore moins confortable que les gros bus et en plus on c'est fait avoir. Le bus fait un detour ...

... that it's everywhere. You can buy tea leaf or tea dust and there's all the different varieties. I can recall from being in Sri Lanka, and touring around a plantation, that the most expensive tea is picked by hand (as opposed to shears) and is the very new shoots of the plant. In Sri Lanka the most expensive was gold tips, then silver tips etc. Tea dust is the least expensive of the teas available and is literally the dust that's left after the tea ...

... Or the blindingly obvious actually. Whilst ridiculusly baggy trousers, a puffa jacket, an oversized t-shirt, and a headscarf might look fashionable/cool on a man in downtown LA, it doesn't quite translate to a short, podgy, middle-aged Indian woman in Ooty very well. I'm not a stylist though so maybe I'm missing something. Anyway, I really couldn't understand why the two worlds of traditional Indian dancing and butch-woman-dressed-as-tough-man could possibly occupy ...

... The two we had ended up being former race horses, and our guide a race horse trainer (apparently...). After asking the day before that the guide was included in the price, we started off with the guide walking along beside us after leaving his pony behind... Turns out that although the guide IS included in the price, his pony isn't... that would be an extra 350 rupees for the 3 1/2 hour trek. Best case of 'read the small print' we've had since being away. Horse ...

... today on a rickerty jeep with 7 other people with 7 equally large bags all tied to the roof-rack with a bit of string, up the steepest of hills and bumpiest of roads just so to catch a connecting bus to Pondicherry - a French colonial town in the NorthEast. Im not looking forward to the 12 hour bus ride but I am looking forward to seeing the town...I'll keep you updated...but for now I will bid you all a very good night and the colourful-est of dreams. xxx

... gently rolling over the numerous potholes. While it's nice not to be bashed around in the back of a car, it's maddening to drive at 5 miles an hour as buses and motorcycles zoom around you, horns blaring (especially when you have to pee). The drive gave us some fantanstic views, but the highlights were found as we drove through Mudumalai National Park, which is about halfway between Mysore and Ooty. As soon as we entered the park grounds we spotted a pair of ...