I arrived
at Reflections Guest House. The landlady
reminds me of a Julie Walters character.
She looks like an Indian Ms Overall and moves about as quickly too. You get the sense from her that she’s just
about had enough of life and particularly guests staying in her house. Everything seems to be a massive effort for
her. She even charged me 30r for a toilet roll (bearing in mind I can get a
meal for the same). In spite of all
that though, there is something about her that I like (it could just be that I
love Julie Walters).
She employs
a few old women to help around the house.
She calls them her servants. I’m
not sure if it's a requirement of the employment terms, but they are all
midgets. It is very strange. I feel like I’m in Willy Wonkers factory. Their hands are so small that even when they
bring me a cup of coffee, they bring it on a tray.
My room is
very standard but it overlooks a lake and is one of the most peaceful places I
have been. India is the nosiest place on the
planet. This is blissful. I went for a walk, dreading the worst but I
wasn’t bothered at all. It feels amazing
to walk along the street relatively unnoticed. The only time that someone spoke to me was to
see if I wanted a lift on the back of his horse (this is a new one). It is like the old Wild West in some parts
(minus the guns). I said no as I’m so fat that I
didn’t have the heart to put the poor horse through it.
I later
went into town to find the travel agent.
The first thing I noticed is that all the ladies have cardi’s over their
saris. It really isn’t a good look). All the men wear beany hats and puffer
jackets. I don’t think it’s that cold
but to them it must feel like arctic. I
really liked the travel agent. He looks
like Danny Glover (I love Danny Glover, not in that way though). He arranged all my trains for me. He told me the price, which seemed really
expensive, but he had based it on two people.
I told him that I was travelling alone and he immediately apologised for
his mistake and then laughed for about 5 minutes. It was very infectious, even though I know he
was laughing at my inability to find a boyfriend (or at least someone to travel with). It seems to amuse these Indian’s no end.
It was soon
bedtime. I don’t want to bore the socks
off you, and I promise not to make a habit of telling you about the various
beds I sleep in on my travels (unless it is that of a hunky bloke), but this is
noteworthy in that it’s the first time since arriving in India that I have
slept the entire night. It was freezing
cold outside but I was tucked up in the warm between 2 duvets, with super soft
pillows. It made me feel safe and
cosy. I really like Ooty (and my duvet).
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