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Who are you?<br><br>It&#8217;s a good question to ask yourself, and probably not something you think of every day. Do you know who you are? What makes you tick? Do you know why you make the decisions you do, and why your life flows in the direction it does? And are you happy in your skin?<br><br>Heady stuff for a Thursday afternoon chat over tea in the hills of Tamil Nadu. I was sitting in a cozy dorm parents living room with three principals of Hebron school, Rod Gilbert (1987-95), John ...

... 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 ...

... was like sharing a bed with Linda Blair, and I did not care to be cleaning up projectile vomit or witnessing any kind of crazy head spinning ****. So on went the light and back to hell went the devil. Shook up by her temporary possession we slept that night with the lights on and were thankful of the morning sun some 7 hours later, where upon we took a taxi to the main road and waited for our bus to Mysore for our next Indian installment.<br><br>

... a lot of trucks and many had names that described what they carried. A few said things like "banana express" or "pineapple express", and I thought it was funny to see that one even though the driver had probably never even heard of the movie with the same name.<br><br>Ooty is a hill station in the Nilgiri hills of eastern Tamil Nadul. Hill stations are towns that had been set up by the British at high elevations in the mountains as a ...

... 8230;.we had to be rushed back, trying to hide our eatables from the monkeys who were lying in wait by the side of the roads for unsuspecting human to snatch from. I had to surrender my apple to one such notorious guy and poor Komal had a good fright when another guy (could be the same, for all I know) snatched a chips pack from her hand&#8230;enough for her to scream out which we could hear ...

... we can get vegetarian food, but sometimes that's not enough. There is plenty of fresh fruit and veg available, but, buying 1 cucumber and 3 tomatoes is often a challenge, that's where the supermarkets come in handy. So this morning we went to the supermarket and bought the following: 5 bananas 1 pineapple 3 lemons (very small) 1 papaya 1 cantaloupe melon 1 cucumber 1 carrot 1 red cabbage 4 tomatoes 1 curd 1 small pot of honey ...

3rd January 2008 Hotel Affas, Kalpetta, Kerala, India Cool Calicut - Thamarassery - Puduppadi - Lakkadi - Chundale - Kalpetta (80kms) Today was a long day, we began cycling at 7am and arrived at Kalpetta at 4pm. The road eventually turned into a big climb (we're not sure how high we are because it's not marked on the map or in town) with a series of hairpins (9 in all) that were interesting to say the least. The traffic for most ...

... went inside. The telescope tower was brimming full with people waiting to have a peek at the valley below through the powerful telescope. Took some pictures using my camera. Walked to the outer area where there are some rocks. Police is montoring the area (probably to prevent suicides). The view was very good. The overall feeling I received was that it has become just another commercial area. If you plan to visit, I will ...

English - A new month, a new altitude and back to some more respectable temperatures! We are dropping a thousand feet, literally in a clapped out government run bus. This was one of the smaller buses (late as usual) because the roads are so steep and corners so sharp that the bigger buses can' make the trip. It takes roughly 2 hours to go 40km and by the time we get to the bottom the bus is screaming for help. We headed for Mudumallai national park home to ...

... of course they can sell me a liter of petrol out of a plastic bottle for expensive RS53 (around 1 Euro). Time is flying by and I have to go back to Ooty to catch my night bus to Bangalore. Coming by some schools I see a young Indian, guess he is not even 14 years old, trying to hitchhike from school to his place. Of course I am very happy to give him a short lift on the small bike. What a weekend! Totally tired I am entering the bus.