Joseph you Gem you.
Trip Start Jan 29, 2011
21Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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After arriving we were told to pull on up and then we were greeted by a small little man hunched over at the neck with a small and gentle way of speaking. His name was Joseph and he was the owner, well into his 70’s he began by offering tea then asking me which book I had, referring to travel guide, he then went on to tell me that he was featured in no less than 14 travels books from all over the world as josephs cottages were on the map for the international tourist, and indeed they met our requirements
Albeit our cottage room may not have been the Hilton and even far from it, we found solace in the location, right smack dab in the middle of fields and fields or better yet mountain upon mountain of tea plantations and tea hills. A quick haul into town and we grabbed a meal and some beers at the government liquor store, an experience in its own, a couple beers and off we went to bed.
The next day would highlight out great choice, waking up to mountains surrounding our guest house which were more numerous then smurfs and greener then the friendly giant we were in the thick of tea country with a stunning view, That day we rolled through town, finding out the hard way how this Indian town does not eat during western eating hours, and finding food outside of the hours was simply not an option
The next day was spent rolling through the hills to one of the top most points in the part of India and a view which is equally as rare. Elephant rides much at the behest of Jen and her animal exploitive ways (amazing, champion of animal rights and still gets her rocks off of riding the poor beasts into the ground, contradictions upon contradictions!!!). We concluded our big day of sightseeing with a lil hike through the tea hills touching on every subject from fashion to politics and even how they mingle, concluded with a biscuit and red wine picnic then off we went to have our evening meal in the town once more.
The last day was spent hanging round as once again I was dropped dead by some Indian food or I just did not recover from the beating I took in Allepey none the less; the results were the same as I lay curled into a ball waiting as wave on wave brought me to new realms of discomfort and displeasure. Lucky for me I had a hot shower and a laptop with flick after flick to pass the time.This day turned out to be a highlight in its own however as Jen and I took it easy and she got cultured in the likes of Fubar and Trailer park boys and I got some TLC being told not to move as she went to town to get the odd food item or something to drink. To say I was thankful would have been an understatement.
Finally we rolled out of Munnar bright and early on the bus as Jen’s diva status was brought down a few levels with no intervention on my behalf at all, self regulating it seems. The bus ride was an early one and yes, it was windowless. The adventures to be had.