We woke up to rain and mist in the hill town of Munnar and it felt way too much like PDX. It cleared so we tried for an excursion to Top Station with supposed stupendous views for the hills and tea plantations. Our motorized rickshaw weaved along a little winding road, horns blaring at us as jeeps, buses and taxis passed us almost forcing us off the road. The driver stopped at certain places and barked at us to get out and take pictures which we dutifully did even when we found nothing particularly appealing about the spot, such as the speedboats whizzing by on the lake. Then we came to the really bad pot holes and finally got out and walked, as he said it was only l km. farther. Then we had to walk down, down a steep path all the time realizing we weren't going to see jack as fog was swirling around us. R. finally gave up but I forged on hoping for a miracle which didn't occur. So back up the steep steps huffing and puffing at 6000 ft.
We each have a little cold, I discovered I had lost one of my shoes somewhere so had to throw the other one away leaving me with only my stinky, grubby sandals, and we realized the bird refuge we were going to go to was accessed 3 hours back on the road we arduously traveled yesterday. General power outages prevented us getting on the computer at the internet cafe which has 2 slow computers in a space about as big as my pantry and there is no USB cord to upload pictures. (power back on now--this is very frequent in India but most of our hotels and restaurants have generators when it happens). The day was saved by the sun coming out and having a lovely walk through the tea plantations watching the women cutting the tea.
On to the state of Tamil Nadu by bus tomorrow. Love to all, Dana. Nancy, check back on your last comment for an answer.
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