Park Inn Coimbatore
37, Geetha Hall Road Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, 641018, India
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Animals in Anamalai
... s bed times. We feel honored to be welcomed in and to enjoy this incredibly special meal in the private home of an Indian family.
The next morning no one reports any creature sightings in either bathroom overnight, much to my relief. We hop in the car to go to the tiger reserve, making one stop at Masaniamman Temple, a temple for a local ...
Coonoor Adventures
... We were shown around, at no cost, by a young Christian lad called Joseph. We saw leaves being dried with jets of air to remove the moisture, after which they were cut and fermented and heated.
Drinking some of the tea in the factory shop we made friends with everyone there, some Christians called James and John, a Moslem Ali and a Hindu lady called Siguna.
We intended to catch the bus back from near there, but then I felt like walking, ...
First Day of Training Course
... you may not have a toilet, but at least you have a mobile phone' and I can certainly see why!
The road brought us back to where Devi and I had tea before, so once again we stopped for the usual beverage, and Raheem suggested we try a local speciality, vada, little rings of a dough made with mixed grains and lighty fried. It was very pleasant, and fortified us for the walk back home along the road, dodging the battered old buses as they laboured up the slope, honking their ...
Back "Home"
... about everything.
Day 3
24/9-2010
The last morning/ day we left tirupur at 8am to drive to Coimbatore to catch our plane for New Delhi. The drive to the airport was one of the most comfortable rides I have been on, Some old indian music, and I am not talking about the bollywood music. No. This was proper indian music with nice rhythm and beats. We reached the airport around 9am and just sat there waiting for 2 hours till our plane ...
Marsala Chicken
... ich schreckte bald nur auf, wenn uns drei Autos gleichzeitig anhupten. Nennt mich spiessig, aber ich ein wenig das Gefuel von Sicherheit vermisst, dass ein Anschnallgurt vermittelt.
Die Verstaendigung mit dem Fahrer war genauso holprig wie die Fahrt. Er sprach nur wenig Englisch, aber fragte, ob ich noch etwas essen wolle. Klar, nach dem ganzen Flugzeugfrass! Und so fuhren wir zu einem kleinen Restaurant, in dem ich ...



