In the previous post, I just scratched the surface of what all happened during our Ooty trip..
N here's an add-on by Pallo, read on:
"But no , as if that was not enough , amid passing thoughts of getting back to Bangalore from nowhere, we half-heartedly decided to go to Ooty which was some 150 km (4hr) from that place( I dunno the name).
We took a local bus to Ooty that jostled us all through the way amid scenic beauty.
Upon reaching we were all charged as though all that misadventure of the night gone by had never happened.
Not that Ooty was not great, but we are dare devils of the kind that if together even in hell, would say “chal yar Yamraj ke maze lete hain” …
Our tryst with destiny (pronounced dhesstinyyy) did not stop here. During the motorboat ride in Pykara Lake the boat came to a grueling halt in the middle of it.. our songs (mile sur mera tumhara) soon changed to Hanuman Chalisa to bring us back to the shore... At least it did not develop a snag after refueling… (as our TT did)
The train from Connoor to Ooty also deserves a mention… we had a local rustic experience right between us (quite literally) the culprit again was a TT ;-) We could not catch a glimpse of each other, let alone have a dekko at the tunnels n waterfalls the train passes through.
Later the auto rickshaw I was in, displayed hiccups but somehow managed till the bus station.
No, alls not well yet… we boarded the bus to Bangalore …settled our huge luggage …found that was a wrong one … moved to another amid commotion.
That bus ride … Omigod ….we were so be-bus inside it….had we not held tightly to our seats , there were chances we were found off them / exchanged places with others …
This trip seemed to have been testing us on our commuting skills…"
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