I was really looking forward to visiting Ooty – A few cool and peaceful days in the mountains after the hot plains of Tamil Nadu. In reality we got a dirty overcrowded smelly shithole, with a large open sewer running through the middle. Straight away I’m thinking how am I going to stay here longer than a night.
But we did stay longer than a night and we kind of managed to get used to the smell and pollution. And I wouldn’t say it was all bad, we managed a couple of things to fill up the days – and ate a couple of nice meals.
The first full day of our visit trip was day 9 of the Of the Ooty horse races. I expected it to be a little busier being the high season for Indian tourists, but we had the place to ourselves and a few gamblers hanging round the turf accountants desks. Right in the middle is a great big piece of grass to sit on and cheer on the horses. A few of the locals took us under their wings and advised us which horses were going to win, none of which came in. In fact we had better luck just guessing or picking a name that sounded good.
The weird thing was the bookies would stop taking bets on a horse in each race just after betting began and 8 times out of 9 this horse won. We have favourites in the UK and if the betting gets too high sometimes the might stop taking bets but this just seemed like blatant race fixing. No wonder there is such a big issue about this happening in the IPL.
Next was a trek into the surrounding hills, where finally we managed to get away from the piles of rat infested rubbish – seriously if anybody ever tells me London is dirty again….. Anyway the hills were beautiful and green and very similar to the hills where I’m from in Scotland. They just keep rolling off into the distance to the borders of Kerala and Karnataka. We visited a Toda home where they showed us their wedding album and made us some buffalo milk coffee. They told us that in their culture they don’t get married until the first baby arrives. I’m not sure who this benefits, I doubt the men want to marry if there is a miscarriage or maybe even if it’s a girl, but who am I to judge their culture.
We finished up the walk visiting some waterfalls and a dam, where we had a great thali for lunch with unlimited chapattis and a fiery hot fried cabbage dish. Then we took the bus back down to Ooty for some well earned rest.
On our last day we took a trip down to Coonoor on the Nilgiri Mountain Railway. Just as we get onto the platform Andrea realises she’s lost the ticket and has to run back to the hotel too look for it, but its not there. The conductor doesn’t seem to care though and after checking our names against his sheet sends us to our seats. The journey itself isn’t that spectacular, I’m sure going down past Coonoor it’s more dramatic, and it’s ruined by a load of English kids singing songs about Jesus.
Coonoor isn’t much better than Ooty, another manky town full of rubbish and a dirty market. We do an Auto tour to see a tea plantation and a nice view point out over the plains. But it’s all a bit underwhelming and really I’m glad to get back on the train.
And speaking of underwhelming, we visit possible the worst attempt at a theme park in all of world – Jollyland! Nothing jolly about this place, in fact nothing even to write about. My only consolation is it cost Rp5, exactly what it was worth.
It was hard trying to find things to like about Ooty. Sure the scenery and the climate are nice, but I found Munnar and Kumily much more pleasant places to visit and you can do everything there you can in Ooty with the exception of Railway and Races. It wasn’t so bad but after looking forward to it so much I feel a bit let down. Still you can’t like everything.