Cuppa Chai and Cardamom

I treated myself to two tea stations: Kumily and Munnar, Kerala. After a tour of a tea factory in Kumily (arrival by government bus of course with a little old lady next to me pointing out her yellow house and where I needed to get off the bus for my tea fix) I strolled around the tea plantation getting in amongst the small tea shrubs and watching the hardy and deft women pick kilos of tea. After muzzling my way in I was allowed to pick a few of the tea leaves using shears attached to a box to catch the leaves in! Lots of fun. This was slightly tainted by the male supervisor, who seemingly did very little but idly stand around and lie to tourists and his workers, who told these women that I was going to pay some sort of baksheesh for allowing me to photograph them. I'd promised no such thing. Awkward.

Munnar was like some little Switzerland complete with Swiss style alps, yummy dark chocolate (good chocolate here is a rarity and almost always disappointing - it just tastes of sugar, bah) and I was there with a Swiss girl. Bizarre but totally stunning (if cold!).

Cardamom galore in Kumily where I managed to have it in a juice (pineapple, papaya and heavily flavoured with cardamom)! Hooray. As well as copious amounts of cardamom tea. Lots of my highlights are pretty much food based. This cardamom juice was served alongside an interesting combo of two fried eggs on fried red onions and mounds of big bay leaves, accompanied by garlic butter and coriander (unpopular with other Castles) toast and some fresh cucumber garnish. Yum. This is one to recreate at home me thinks...

"one school pen"

Jetted off on a canoe tour of the lush backwaters of Alleppey, Kerala. The day started, in food terms, with idiyappam, cooked by our canoe guide's wife. It's a noodley rice mix sweetened up with coconut. Delish, (as are most foods!) although this one seems to be one for the home life. We ate in the guide's cute, modest home that overlooked rice paddies in one direction and a small canal on t'other. The guide, a man in his 50s, referred to me as his "daughter" as I am in fact the same age as one of his daughters and then a tattooed Danish girl in our group as his "sister" even though she's only five years older than me! Slightly offensive. Anywho, we took turns to paddle through the tiny canals of the backwaters whilst our guide had convos with his fellow villagers as we slowly drifted past at a leisurely rate. We were nearing the end of our idyllic, peaceful tour when a troupe of primary school kids passed us on the canal pathway. They started shouting the usual "one school pen!!" at us, and luck was with them that day, as the Dutch couple on the canoe had a big stash with them ready for just this moment. Pandemonium ensued as Mo hurled school pens from the boat to the kids on dry land. Some were being a bit cheeky and trying to nab themselves two. And then one over-enthusiastic little boy overstretched and ended up in the water up to his waist!! Mega lols!!

Ooty to Varkala Possible

6 state buses, totalling less than 300 Rupees, in minus 24 hours towards NYE on the beach!

In less than 24 hours me and fellow Hampi dweller missioned it south from cold and wet Ooty to Varkala beach in search of fresh fish, sea, sand, sunshine and, of course, a pina colada or three. We powered through from government bus to government bus with not even a free moment to grab a chai - testament to the grueling, non-stop, determined bus trip towards beaches and booze. We took six state buses with benches for seats thinly upholstered in the standard blue plastic leather mix, glassless windows, concertina blinds made of this standard blue pleather which are useful for when the sun or the wind gets too aggressive. (I have been known to burn sat on these buses - surprised? Not at all!) Elbowing our way onto these buses whilst carrying awkward backpacks and competing with the short but strong and determined Indian ladies to get a spot on the next available bus. And we succeeded every time, with only a few short hours spent stood up wedged in amongst the other locals dripping in sweat and covered in a grimy dust layer. And all for less than 300 Rupees! Crazy cheap!

We had a small glitch when we turned up at a bus station at 1.30am and the next wasn't until 5am so we settled down and napped on the bus station floor, naturally. And then we set off for the final leg to catch another two buses before breakfast. Such an incredible journey!! I'm converted to state buses and now don't even know how to book a private bus! Lols.

We bumped into Lizzie's chum on arrival in Varkala and abused her lukewarm shower (possibly the best of my life) and then headed for our second breakfast of the day on a clifftop overlooking the sea and just off shore we spotted dolphins! Such a fun mission!