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... and I clung onto the railing as I slid to the end and tried not to be sick. Andreas ******* loved it. I couldn't get him out and once I realised he was enjoying himself and not having a minor breakdown as I first thought I retreated to the outside world of stability where my brain knew what was what and my stomach contents weren't threatening mutiny.
And in other news, the minute I'm at the age where no one will judge me for wearing socks ...
... with both hands. The resulting cuttings are on top and deftly thrown in the bag by their side. A little girl runs back and forth smiling shyly and asking my name. A man comes out of the home and asks to get his picture taken too. I jump back in to the truck smiling and waving as they do the same. We come upon a small small village where 'mustachio' asks if I want a tea. I would love one, more for the opportunity than the real need for any tea. Indian men hover around the tea ...
... Word got around the school that there was a superstar in their midst, and within minutes Mr Fred was mobbed by autograph hunters. By the time we left, I don't think there was a boy in the school who didn’t have an autograph of the famous cricketer.
My day came alive when the monkeys returned. To my delight, they were playing in the drive and straddled all over the house when we drove up. I spent hours watching them gradually wind down, then stream ...
... tracks to where it stood. We marvelled at the ancient engine, spewing out water, steam and oil like hardened trainspotters.
We spent some time in the tea plantations, and had a fantastic dinner at a colonial mansion high up in the hills overlooking the town. Things may have moved on since the British were here, but amongst the chaos Ooty still oozes old world charm...
... felt like doing.
Eventually the elderly couple in front of me finished their transaction and I was able to buy my ticket for my chosen date in just a few minutes. I wonder, though, if the man who tried to jump the queue did so because he thought I was a "soft" foreigner - or if he would have done the same to an Indian. In any case it was a useful lesson: If you don't stand up for your rights - and rather aggressively at that - you ...