Well, you all told me that we'd suffer in the heat over here in India. Well, let me tell you, we definitely suffered in the Bloody cold in Ooty! Dean and I would sleep under three blankets, with a heater and wearing about four layers of clothes each. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe just to see me through. Ooty itself proved to be an amazing place with lots to do including horse riding, boating, treks and my personal favourite, eating locally made chocolate.
On Monday we took a trek with a really nice (if a little crazy) tour guide called Mike and a group of other travellers from Italy and France. Mike had many stories to tell. He told of trekkers being chraged by buffalo, chased by cows, eaten by tigers, crushed by falling trees and mugged by monkeys. I spent the entire trip on tenterhooks, fearful of buffalo, cows, tigers and trees. Nethertheless, it was an amazing trek where we visited numerous hill tribes, chatted with the local school children, drank some local tea and finished up with a singing session on the way home (unfortunatly, being from different countries, there weren't many songs that we could all sing together, so we ended up singing National Anthems and football songs). Was a great day.