We woke up in the beautiful cool of Kodaikanal and went for a long walk down the hill. We are at an altitude of 7000 feet + which leaves us a bit breathless at times. The walk took us to a look-out beside a Hindu temple from where we could look all the way down. Upon our return, we all got together in the dining room and enjoyed a lovely western breakfast of granola, papaya, toast and eggs. Our hosts suggested the Sunday market might be interesting and Vasu very nicely offered to drive us there. We all enjoyed seeing all the fresh produce on display and Bernie was envious of the size of the kerela also know as bitter melon.
I decided we needed to go back with fruit and Bernie and I went to buy some. When I asked the price of a pineapple and was quoted 30 rupees by the vendor, a bystander stifled a laugh so we sort of knew I was being had. Nevertheless, I bought it. Not to be gypped a second time, I saw a man who had already purchased bananas and I asked him how much he had paid for them. I then proceeded to buy mine and paid even less without any bargaining at all. The other three of our senior troupe were quite amused and approved of my purchase.
Our meal tonight was a fabulous Italian dinner because Bala and Vasu have us on a gourmet train taking us from East to West and ending in America. The tomato sauce was so delicious, made with fresh tomatoes, garlic, fresh thyme and many more fresh ingredients from their own garden. We are eating like Maharajahs. Hope our clothes fit us till the end of the holiday. You might think we were all full by now but no - a great cheese cake showed up, made from their homemade cheese, with a nice plum coulis. It was out of this world and we are hoping to be served the left over tomorrow for dessert.
Note from Lynanne:
After dinner, Danielle regaled us all, including Vasu and Bala, with tales of her first trip to India. Her memories of that trip had us all in stitches. Anyone who wants details may contact Danielle. You just had to be there!
I decided we needed to go back with fruit and Bernie and I went to buy some. When I asked the price of a pineapple and was quoted 30 rupees by the vendor, a bystander stifled a laugh so we sort of knew I was being had. Nevertheless, I bought it. Not to be gypped a second time, I saw a man who had already purchased bananas and I asked him how much he had paid for them. I then proceeded to buy mine and paid even less without any bargaining at all. The other three of our senior troupe were quite amused and approved of my purchase.
Our meal tonight was a fabulous Italian dinner because Bala and Vasu have us on a gourmet train taking us from East to West and ending in America. The tomato sauce was so delicious, made with fresh tomatoes, garlic, fresh thyme and many more fresh ingredients from their own garden. We are eating like Maharajahs. Hope our clothes fit us till the end of the holiday. You might think we were all full by now but no - a great cheese cake showed up, made from their homemade cheese, with a nice plum coulis. It was out of this world and we are hoping to be served the left over tomorrow for dessert.
Note from Lynanne:
After dinner, Danielle regaled us all, including Vasu and Bala, with tales of her first trip to India. Her memories of that trip had us all in stitches. Anyone who wants details may contact Danielle. You just had to be there!
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