British officers and beauracrats used the hill stations around Kerala as their summer base, leading to the nickname ‘Snooty Ooty’. The temperate is a perfect eighteen degrees, there are no touts trying to sell you things, and no-one beeping their horn twenty-four hours a day.
Ooty reminds me of a cross between Cuzco and Dartmoor. I decided to stay here a few days and recharge my mental health.
On my first night I was given a birthday cake by my hostel! Apparantly there was a distortion in my passport scan, but I played along.
We played some floor chess. We also went on a Bison hunt, but they retreated into the trees before I could get a photo. I was warned not to enter any dense terrain as they are more dangerous than the leopards and tigers.