It was my last day in Ooty so I went
for a little wander before my train came and low and behold, I immediately bumped
into Benny (the 20 year old birthday boy).
I can only imagine he camped outside for the night. The fact that I didn’t call him apparently gave
him no indication at all that I wasn’t remotely interested. He said he was waiting for me as he wanted to
give me a massage (what is it with Indian men and massages). Could you be any weirder, Benny boy?
I managed to ditch my young stalker
and walked into town. On my travels I
met Danny Glover (travel agent) and my little 6 fingered pal (no tears
today). They are both really sweet. 6 finger man was by far the most excited
though as he said “whoop whoop, Kate is here” Bless his little cottons. I even managed to find some wifi (so my pictures
are now on facebook). I now have 3
trains to catch, totalling an impressive 16.5 hours. India is really fucking big.
I got the miniature steam train from
Ooty to Mettupalayam. It goes around the
mountain and the views are breathtakingly beautiful. From the train you can see the forests,
waterfalls and tea plantations. I tried
to take some photos but they came out pretty cack so you’ll just have to take
my word for it. As Peskett said (Hello
Andy), all the shit stuff will be forgotten (with a few months of intensive therapy
under my belt) but that train journey will stay with me forever.
The downside to the train journey
was that a young Indian girl started to speak to me and I couldn’t understand a
word she was saying. I'm assuming that
she was speaking English but it was very hard to tell. She told me her name about 10 times and each
time was waiting for me to repeat it. It
had about 20 syllables for fuck sake.
Why couldn’t she just have been called Sue? It was excruciatingly painful. Luckily someone saw a herd of wild elephants
out of the window so that ended what seemed like the longest half an hour of my
life.
The train had a scheduled stop at a
place called Hillgrove Station. We all
got off to get snacks etc and were surrounded by monkeys. I may have now seen about a million monkeys
since I arrived but I still get excited.
Who doesn’t love a monkey? They were super tame and were taking food
from our hands (I nearly passed out from glee at this stage). One of them though had a fucked up face and
looked like a devil monkey (pictures soon to be on facebook). Even Bieber wouldn’t want this one.
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