I'd been hugging the west coast for almost a month now...
... (maybe with a couple of exceptions) my trip had been a bit textbook and "fluffy" (which is fine as the experience so far been just regal).
Not that I was covering new ground or anything (the google machine tells me India receives almost 6 million tourists each year)... but I was excited to be heading into Tamil Nadu (the most southern-eastern state and one which I hadn't conversed with many backpackers about).
Ooty, a hill station in Nilgiris and southern India's highest point was my entry point.
A (sort of) functional chaotic honking mess, Ooty was like many other towns I had passed through (but not always stopped at)... it was poorly lit, had a throbbing baazar (which offered the usual fruit and veg, rotting meat and Horlicks) but it was a little "edgy"...dare I say it, maybe a little more authentic than the seaside. (that and it had a very diplapidated racecourse which was covered in rubbish).
Like Munnar it was pleasant during the day and a touch nippy a night (bring on the blankets and crack out the long johns) and had some low-key trekking opportunities and wicked vistas in the surrounding countryside.
Sterling Stuff
... (maybe with a couple of exceptions) my trip had been a bit textbook and "fluffy" (which is fine as the experience so far been just regal).
Not that I was covering new ground or anything (the google machine tells me India receives almost 6 million tourists each year)... but I was excited to be heading into Tamil Nadu (the most southern-eastern state and one which I hadn't conversed with many backpackers about).
Ooty, a hill station in Nilgiris and southern India's highest point was my entry point.
A (sort of) functional chaotic honking mess, Ooty was like many other towns I had passed through (but not always stopped at)... it was poorly lit, had a throbbing baazar (which offered the usual fruit and veg, rotting meat and Horlicks) but it was a little "edgy"...dare I say it, maybe a little more authentic than the seaside. (that and it had a very diplapidated racecourse which was covered in rubbish).
Like Munnar it was pleasant during the day and a touch nippy a night (bring on the blankets and crack out the long johns) and had some low-key trekking opportunities and wicked vistas in the surrounding countryside.
Sterling Stuff
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