Tuesday 22/11/05 - Kumily to Munnar

We needed to leave it all behind. A perfect time, then, for the bus drivers to strike.

Stranded in a remote hilltop tourist trap in the Western Ghats, miles of winding, collapsing roads between us and any civilisation beyond Kashmiri gift shops (repeated pleas of ‘sir, please sir, come look at my shop’ are the worst begging we’ve encountered all trip) and hotel buffets (the cause of our intestinal scourge). Time, then, for another taxi.

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