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After a hideous train ride from Chennai to Mettapalayam (3-tier car, unable to sleep), our equally hideous taxi driver (picked a fight with the autorickshaw drivers at the train station and offended everyone else on the road all the way up the muntain to our home!) stopped so we could get some breakfast en route to home further into the hills. Ugh! I was surprised how welcome the South Indian food was (this is pongal, a minimally spiced, very traditional rice dish, sambar and chutneys served on a banana leaf).
When we stopped at a railroad crossing on our way up the mountain, I realized that this train may be driven by a steam engine. Sure enough!
It has been nice to be home, even though it's my first monsoon season here. Turns out, at least now, monsoon is sweet. The mornings are warm and sunny, clouding up in the afterenoon, when it rains most days, at least for a while. I like it a lot. Today it has rained all day, and that's OK too.
1 comment:
I've really enjoyed reading of your retirement experience in India, and espcially your life in Coonoor. I visited Ooty again last March for the third time contemplated my own retirement there. Isn't that Taj Majesty hotel a trip! My friend and I kept saying "The glory that was England..."
Ooty leaves something to be desired, so this year I'm heading down to Kodaikanal for a look around.
I'm in Seattle and a decent dosa is impossible to find. How I long for Uddupi Palace in Berkeley or Sunnyvale! Have one for me, will you?
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