Trip – Senti-trip

Or so it was called, since it was supposed to be the last trip that s7 ppl’d be going for….

As far as I was concerned, the start was boring. I have not been blessed with an ability to dance, and in light of that knowledge, I find it extremely embarassing when situations arise where one is expected to participate. Thankfully, no one bothered me much and I was able to while away the time in music land… while all around me, the world went mad with guys and girls jumping around to the beat as best they could.

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

I woke up while we were still on the way up to Wayanad. Some of the sights were truly breathtaking – light filtering through the clouds, expansive vista-s… sights, the sort of which you only see in Discovery Channel or the National Geographic.

After refreshments, we headed straight to Edakkal caves, which turned out to be an unexpectedly strenuous trek / climb / clamber / death-defying-feat-of-utter-stupidity. I backed out at about the middle of the climb right when the rains started. Visit Krish’s picasaweb album for views from the top and a bunch of photos of the people who actually did it.

Those who survived (not everyone did. Nimmi busted her head. ) headed on to Ooty. I spent four hours listening to music, sitting at the front of the bus, at the end of which an exasperated Rakhi waved me over to sit with her wondering (correctly) why I’d bother with the awful front seat when I could sit comfily next to her.  We reached Ooty late at night with the effects of the trek plainly visible, and after a spot of partying, everyone was dead asleep.

The morning was beautiful, to say the least – just the right temperature and the light was brilliant. I took a whole bunch of photos that I’m quite proud of!

We then headed to Lake Ooty, where, with the little time we had, we went boating! I’ve been to Ooty two or three times, and have been to this same place every time, but for whatever reason, I’d never gone out onto the lake. It was fun! I’d also gotten myself a cowboy hat - something I’ve always wanted to buy, and the inevitable photo session ensued.

After a quick stop-over at a tea factory, which I skipped because it was raining, we were on our way back to Trivandrum.

All things considered… an average trip… nothing particularly exciting or memorable, and nothing to complain about…

How forgettable is that.

All the pics can be found over at my picasaweb album. Clicky!