We left the peaceful tea fields of Munnar and started our harrowing journey along the tiny (one and 1/2 lane) roads but in a bus this time. As we hurtled down the little roads, with a short honk as we turned blind corners, in hopes of alerting on comers that there was a giant, slightly out of control, bus coming. My friend Claudine had told me many years ago about a bus journey that she was on in India –…
Leaving Ooty, we decided to get a private bus to Kodaikanal in the state of Tamil Nadu as the public bus did not go directly there. That meant a $10 ticket instead of a $2 ticket for the 9 hour ride, which we thought was worth it for a guaranteed seat and not crammed full of people standing, as is usually the case for public buses. When we got on the bus we noticed there were speakers all around the…
After leaving the laziness of the beaches of Gokarna, we took the local bus and headed south into the state of Kerala (pronounced Carol-a). After a night in the beach town of Kannur, where everything was closed due to a government official having died, we made our way up into the Western Ghats. The Western Ghats are a mountain range that extend along the west coast of India. Per Wikipedia : “The area is one of the world’s ten “Hottest…