Ttdc Hotel Ootacamund

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 ...

... masonry and bronze and marble plaques commemorating the British officers and missionaries who died in and around Ooty during the Raj. <br><br>There was a large and overgrown colonial cemetery on the slope behind the church, and we wandered among the tombstones and towering eucalypt trees. The guardian waited patiently and Joseph thanked him with a few 10 rupee notes as we prepared to leave. Next was a spot of shopping at a handicraft shop run for the Toda people, a hill tribe that ...

... shaped, without bleachers and barely a track at all. But on all sides the hills rose up and there were settlements of well-kept houses perched on the incline. We had some tie before being picked up so left the station to explore the streets and find some warmer clothes; a scarf for me and some scary looking 80s style windbreakers for Allyson, as was her fashion. <br><br>Principal Mark Noonan and his wife, Lynn, met us in their silver Hyundai, and we settled in the ...

... 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>

... admitted he was showing exactly none of the symptoms, although he made it clear he was "in agony" from the sniffle. Thus we must record the first ever case of Mild Acute Mountain Sickness, or as we call it, Chris's MAMS. We also managed to find mum and Mohan's place, were we met the Nandi and had a poke around. Pretty cool! ps Sorry - still can't get the camera working, so only a few pics from Sarah's mobile phone.

... this route because the road was 'bad', but it was absolutely fine in terms of traffic, condition and beauty. Both our maps are wrong and the road signs are correct, it is another 50 kms up to Ooty. We can't find out how high Ooty is officially, but we are going to take a train journey once we get there and the only mention of height anywhere is that the train goes from Metupallayam to Ooty climbing from 326 to 2193 metres. So, looks like we'll be ...

... the botanical gardens, which were immaculately kept, and as it was a lovely day, a nice warmth, clear blue skies, and lots of greenery, it was just generally a nice place to kick back and relax. They were filming a Tamil film in the grounds, and I got told off by the director for taking pictures - like I knew if anyone was famous! We certainly courted our share of fame too, with a couple of groups coming up to have their picture taken with us. I still find this ...

... tours and drugs. I have scolded several as well. I have been ripped off and taken advantage of because of my foreigner status. I have let most of that slide as best I can. I am keen to the ways of many scams and can avoid them. I have been scammed. I have been given honest advice and directions from locals eager to help. I have crossed busy Indian streets and lived. I have nearly been run over. I have traveled by plane, luxury buses, mini-buses ...

... than a hangover after a night out with Phil B) - we reckon it was from dehydration (sneaks up on ya). Paula got me through it with massaging squeezes to my brain - ooohh yeah! I wake up at noon to the beautiful sounds of flushing toilets and moans. Paula was as sick as a diseased indian dog. We reckon it was the dodgy "veg" brianyi (which had small pieces of unwelcome meat in it) from the restraunt before. Feckin dirty feckers!. That knocked Paula right out ...

... Gudular, guuuuudular, guuuudular... Ooty, ooooty, ooooty, oooooty, oooooty", like he was advertising the bus. Once we got onto the bus, we realized that our thoughtful reservation (and early arrival)was unnecessary. Only 5 people were in the bus at that point. Other people started showing up and grabbing a seat; an employee was there to take money. (So, the intercity/interstate buses ran just the ones within city limits, which ...