Picking up from here. I wanted to end the travel details with this post, but too much of info in one post would kill the fun. So maybe another post to write about me leaving ‘The Nilgiris’…
After Glenmorgan was done, we drove through some olden places. We saw places like Lovedale and Shantoor, which are not known to the external tourists. These are all beautiful places; tiny hamlets. My friend definitely wasn’t much interested by the idea of driving through those narrow, less traveled hence broken piece of tarmac but nonetheless we traveled through those places and I felt good.
So in the evening I was hell bent on making a travel in the toy train which either goes from Coonoor to Ooty or in the opposite direction. We were near Shantoor and hence chose to board at Ketti which happens to be a small station located right at the center of Ooty and Coonoor.
My friend, being the amazing person that he is, again was least interested in doing it. He had his car with him, plus he is not much into nostalgia and stuff; kind of doing good in his life financially hence. We end up doing stupid things in the name of memories, nostalgia and other emotional crap in life. But I don’t regret it for once. Memories are something I thrive on.
By the time I made it to Ketti Railway station, the train towards Ooty had long gone. The next option was going to Coonoor which is in opposite direction of travel to my hotel. Still I took my tickets and told my friend to leave and I shall take a bus and come back to the hotel. He was still on double minds as to travel or not, but I didn’t want to make him do it for my sake.
We had plenty of time to explore the surroundings as the train would arrive only half an hour later. We take pics and lot of pics….
This is the beautiful Ketti…. who wouldn’t love to be in a railway station right in the center of woods. This life at this place is so slow that I waited for half an hour which felt like two. No complaints though.
Narrow gauge railway lines, one of the few in the country.
A toy train wagon
The station master’s cabin
The view from the station master’s cabin to the external world.
Take a good look at the above pic and now at the below pic… If you still didn’t get it, feel free to use the comments section 🙂
There arrives my ride for the evening.
Drifting into memories….Memories never die (that’s a good song if you want to check it out)
Finally when Aravangadu arrived, I clicked a pic of the mountains afar.
The worst thing about the train journey were the tourists. There was this one family howling in the wagon that I was sitting, I had to literally cover my ears. I don’t understand how hard it is to respect other people and existence on this planet. I hope they left the Nilgiris and crawled back soon to the caves they came from, without creating much nuisance.
Obviously the parents and kids and siblings howled out much to my dislike that I had to get out of that wagon and sit with the wagon in-charge in the open, outside the wagon. That was fun though it had become dark by then.
Finally after couple of minutes, Coonoor (my destination arrived). I got down and walked to the bus station, boarded a bus towards Ooty. That was another great feeling, travelling in those dirtiest of dirty buses. I have done that a lot but wouldn’t recommend to anyone who is visiting the hills for the first time.
Once the bus journey was done, I reached my hotel and crashlanded on my bed for the next day.
On that rather wonderful bombshell, see you all later. Good night!
To be contd…