Saturday, November 1, 2008

My weekend

I like travelling. Every year I always planned to go somewhere where I can enjoy. For this year plan A was Kanyakumari. But the plan failed, plan B was my next choice - Ooty. I have been in Ooty for 2 years earlier but it was almost a decade ago.

I had invited few of my cousins and my friends to join me. But only 3 of them turned up. After trying for bus tickets to Ooty, finally we took a tour package which was pretty affordable for all of us.

It was friday evening and it was pouring heavily in the city. We reported to the travel agent exactly on time and they told us to were suppose to take a KSRTC bus to Ooty. That was still OK with me. We reached the bus stop on time, got the tickets from a bus ticket agent and we waited in the stop for more than 2 whole damn hours. I was tired, I was cold from the heavy rain and my legs were shaking now. Believe me, I was standing in the queue for toilet users for half an hour. I was on the verge of cancelling my holiday! Our bus was already late by 2 hours. Impossible!

Along with us there were a couple of holiday planners waiting for the bus from the same travel agent. After I came out of the loo, one of my friend came and told me we were on the wrong bus stop. Holy crap! I went and spoke to the agent, he was clueless like many of us. He tried his best to get us to the other bus stand where our bus was actually for us there. The rest of the passengers, mostly asleep were there waiting for us. Within a minute we were on our way to the Nilgiris.

Next morning I woke up early - as usual. I am an early riser. We haven't reached Ooty yet but we passed by a sanctuary. I saw deers on the roadside! They were the cutest thing I've ever seen. Two of them were fighting with their huge horns. They were running so fast and they all looked lovely.

We went sight seeing after an hour of checking in our hotel. I have been to all the places but I did not get them enough. I still enjoy every corner of the mountain, the vegetations.

On our second day, we had a toy train ride from Ooty to Coonoor. I had booked the tickets a week ago from irctc sites. It costs only Rs.19 per head and it was worth it. Took a bus back to Ooty.

We climbed the mountains inside the town. Visited my old church - St.Stephen's Church. And then to my old school - St.Hilda's School. Later in the evening, we went for boating in Ooty lake.

Our last day was planned for a day in Black Thunder - an amusement park. I had been there but the crowd was not as bad as I had today. Its like the crowd had never seen a girl apart from South Indian girls. And I made a mistake of wearing a vest and shorts. I changed my dress to jeans after a gang of guys danced around me. They had the most deadly looking eyes I have ever seen.

We head back to Ooty around 3.30pm. Our bus back to Bangalore was scheduled only at 10pm. We had all the time for another round of something! We already checked out of the hotel so we were nomads. No where to go, still early for dinner. We took our luggages and roamed aimlessly in the town. It was dark and cold and it was diwali time. They sky looked beautiful.

Next day was my birthday. We reached Bangalore early in the morning. Back to normal life, back to work. I was already in the company bus @ 8 in the morning. I still have the thing I got myself from Ooty - a severe cold with sore throat and running nose.