In Ooty I've been hanging out at Sweekar Lodge, a Lonely Planet budget recommendation. Wonderful people come and go, and each morning the front porch is the scene of fond farewells in warm sunshine. Javier from Málaga, Liam from Oban and Naomi from Melbourne. Today it was goodbye to Arthur and Kate.
Last night we'd been sat - Stef and James, Kate and Arthur - huddled in blankets against the mountain night discussing Virginia Woolf and Gertrude Stein, and writers new to me.
I have come to treasure such moments.
(and I'll be gone tomorrow, as I set my sights on Kochi. About 10 hours on the road... Wish me luck.)
Last night we'd been sat - Stef and James, Kate and Arthur - huddled in blankets against the mountain night discussing Virginia Woolf and Gertrude Stein, and writers new to me.
I have come to treasure such moments.
(and I'll be gone tomorrow, as I set my sights on Kochi. About 10 hours on the road... Wish me luck.)
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