For all its charm, we were happy to leave Ooty. Our
imperialist forebears might have appreciated the cool and even, apparently, the
drizzle but we had arrived straight from a British winter and craved warmth -
and I would not be too upset if I never saw drizzle again.
Ready to leave Ooty on a chilly morning |
We left a chilly Ooty at 8 o’clock, retraced our steps through Wellington and forty minutes later reached Coonoor, also a hill station but 400m lower and noticeably warmer.
Wellington, Nilgiri Hills |
Driving down from the misty heights of the Nilgiri Hills we
reached Mettupalayam, the terminus of the Blue Train and gateway to the Tamil
Nadu plain.
Unlike Ooty, the plain is unequivocally hot, and I have no
doubt the incomprehensibly overdressed apparatchiks of the raj, cooled only by the
efforts of an underappreciated punkah wallah, must have suffered indeed. Speeding across the plain in an air conditioned car made it easy for us, though perhaps not for the toiling agricultural workers we
passed.
Unlike the hill stations and the rather neater towns of
Kerala, the Tamil towns and cities of the plain are endearingly scruffy. India is densely populated and sprinkled with huge conurbations unknown
to most in the outside world. With 2 million inhabitants, Coimbatore is the
second biggest city in Tamil Nadu (after the better known Chennai, formerly
Madras). Once called the Manchester of Southern India as both were centres of
the cotton industry, it has now diversified into IT and manufacturing, in
particular being well known for making half of India's pumps and motors.
Despite its 2000 year history there is little in Coimbatore to detain the
tourist, apart from traffic jams that delay everybody indiscriminately, and we
passed through as quickly as we could.
Unfortunately not all Coimbatore’s citizens are participating
in its impressive growth. Begging, even in opulent surroundings, is still
begging.
Beggar, Coimbatore |
Coimbatore stands at the eastern end of the Palakkad gap in
the Western Ghats, and once through the city we turned south west towards the
next section of that mountain chain.
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A long day's drive from Ooty to Munar |
A couple of hours later, still on the plain, we stopped for
lunch at the much smaller town of Udumalaipettai. Again we relied on Thomas’ ability
to choose a good local restaurant, and again he picked a winner. Although relatively up-market (it had air-conditioning) this was not tourist food dumbed down for perceived western
tastes; this was local food for local people – and at local prices. Lunch for
three and a bottle of water cost under £3, a fraction of the price for two in a
tourist restaurant - not that Udumalaipettai had such a thing. There was one drawback, only tourist restaurants have drinks licences but the food was worth
sacrificing a beer.
Like most small restaurants it specialised in ‘meals’, which can be ‘veg’ or ‘non-veg’ and are served on a banana leaf. Thomas had a 'non-veg meal', which meant unlimited rice - and we were always amazed at Thomas' ability to absorb rice - a selection of vegetable curries and pots of spicy chicken and mutton gravy, no actual meat was included (this is normal in Tamil Nadu but it is different in Kerala). They also offered an รก la carte menu, from which I chose pepper chicken, which was excellent, while Lynne had vegetable biryani, a touch dull, she said, but greatly improved by a splash of Thomas’ chicken gravy. They offered forks and spoons, but everybody else was eating with their fingers, so we did to.
Somewhere along the road the Indira Ghandi National Park turned into the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary and we left Tamil Nadu and entered Kerala.
Eventually we emerged into the Kannon Devan Hills, which Include Anamudi, at 2,695m (8,842ft) the highest peak in sub-continental India. The Jacaranda were spectacular….
…but this was largely a land of tea plantations….
…sometimes stretching into the far distance.
The hill station of Munnar is the centre of the Kannon Devan
Hills tea industry. At 1700m (5700ft) it is over 500m lower than Ooty and has a
warmer and, in my opinion, pleasanter climate. We arrived late afternoon on Monday
but although these photographs of the town were taken on Wednesday morning, they
fit the narrative better here. We took no pictures in the town on Tuesday as all
the businesses were on strike and there was nothing to see.
Thomas had never been here before and found our hotel using
the sat nav on his smart phone. I am always amazed by the way India flip-flops
from the third to the first world and back again. Comfortable and
modern, the hotel stood on a hillside out the town. The view from our balcony could have been magnificent had it not been so hazy.
The location meant we had little option but to eat in the
hotel. Lynne had chicken korma and I opted for a fish fillet and there was salad,
rice and chapattis to share. It was fine, if not overly exciting and there was
only water to drink. We were in a very new hotel and Kerala has introduced a
form of rolling prohibition. [We later learned we had misunderstood the prohibition. It is
spirits that have been banned, with most of the old state drink shops now
closed and the rest closing soon. Spirits will still be available in five star
hotels - apparently it is all right to drink if you are rich (how does this
make sense?). Beer remains widely available and smart new ‘Beer and Wine Shops’
are opening throughout the state - not that Indians drink much wine. That said,
this hotel was indeed dry, and it was not the only dry hotel we were to
encounter in Kerala.]
Like most small restaurants it specialised in ‘meals’, which can be ‘veg’ or ‘non-veg’ and are served on a banana leaf. Thomas had a 'non-veg meal', which meant unlimited rice - and we were always amazed at Thomas' ability to absorb rice - a selection of vegetable curries and pots of spicy chicken and mutton gravy, no actual meat was included (this is normal in Tamil Nadu but it is different in Kerala). They also offered an รก la carte menu, from which I chose pepper chicken, which was excellent, while Lynne had vegetable biryani, a touch dull, she said, but greatly improved by a splash of Thomas’ chicken gravy. They offered forks and spoons, but everybody else was eating with their fingers, so we did to.
One non-veg meal and one pepper chicken, Udumalaipettai (Lynne's finished the biryani) |
From Udumalaipettai the road started to rise gently through the
Indira Ghandi National Park. Entering the park we registered and received an instruction
sheet. ‘Do not park and get out of your car’ it said, though we passed a group
of pilgrims walking the other way. In the intense heat they had spread out into
groups of three or four across a couple of miles of road. Apparently nobody was
worrying about them being attacked - maybe tigers are repelled by the odour of
sanctity.
The route became more scenic as we climbed into the Anaimalai
Hills.Anaimalai Hills |
Somewhere along the road the Indira Ghandi National Park turned into the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary and we left Tamil Nadu and entered Kerala.
Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary |
Eventually we emerged into the Kannon Devan Hills, which Include Anamudi, at 2,695m (8,842ft) the highest peak in sub-continental India. The Jacaranda were spectacular….
…but this was largely a land of tea plantations….
…sometimes stretching into the far distance.
Tea plantations Kannon Devan Hills |
The town sits among the hills at a point where several
rivers meet - the name is believed to mean 'three rivers'.
A footbridge over one of Munnar's rivers |
Like most Indian towns there is a shrine in the main street…
Hindi shrine, Munnar |
…but this being Kerala, there is a strong Christian
presence. And being India there are plenty of tuk-tuks, too.
Churches and tuk-tuks, Munnar |
View from our balcony, Munnar |
We retreated to our balcony, to sit in the balmy night air,
take in the view - good even in the dark – and a glass or two from our dwindling
supply of Dubai Airport duty free booze.
Part 3: Kabini and the Nagarhole National Park
Part 4: The Road to Ooty
Part 5: The Nilgiri Blue Train to Coonoor
Part 6: Across the Palakkad Gap and up to Munnar
Part 7: Munnar - Tea, Dams and Elephants
Part 8: Madurai
Part 9: Rameswaram
Part 10: To the Very Tip of India
Part 11: The End of India and Beyond
Part 12: North to Trivandrum (Thiruvananthapuram) and Kollam
Part 4: The Road to Ooty
Part 5: The Nilgiri Blue Train to Coonoor
Part 6: Across the Palakkad Gap and up to Munnar
Part 7: Munnar - Tea, Dams and Elephants
Part 8: Madurai
Part 9: Rameswaram
Part 10: To the Very Tip of India
Part 11: The End of India and Beyond
Part 12: North to Trivandrum (Thiruvananthapuram) and Kollam
Part 13: Ants, Mollywood and Varkala
Part 14: The Backwaters of Kerala (and some Coir)
Part 15: Marari Beach, Rest, Recreation and Refuse
Part 16: Kochi, a Second Visit
Part 14: The Backwaters of Kerala (and some Coir)
Part 15: Marari Beach, Rest, Recreation and Refuse
Part 16: Kochi, a Second Visit
THE END
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