And then, my wife proclaimed that she was bored and wanted to drive. Gulp, she has not driven on the highway much and she has never driven the Skoda! I said: "after the Perundulai turnoff!"
Got on the NH47 again and approached the Perundulai. Plenty of confusion as the map said turn left and the locals said go straight. We later realized the highway veers right and we need to go straight.
Madam takes over and struggles with the fact that the car is heavier in feel to her swift but she gets used to it and rather likes the feel but is not at ease with 5th gear. Next minute, I find she is roaring into villages a bit to fast so I nag her to slow down. I plan to take over at Dharapuram but only get the wheel back at Udumalaipet when we tank up.
(over lunch, she told the Old Man a totally different story about how i wanted to take the wheel back!)
On the way, we take more pictures of windmills.
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The General (my father in law) and wife are driving upto Cochin to meet us in Munnar. We get an SMS that they are just starting. The forest section begins
Barrier one
Already warned – it was a case of
Name, car, reg no, no of people, driver, ? before he could asked, I signed and left a tenner in the book
Drive another Km
Ditto, another tenner
Drove for another 10 km and two more barriers within 200 mtres of each other! I gave up and stopped giving.
Speed limit was 40km/h. Sounds slow but it made sense due to narrow roads and wildlife around the place. We never saw anything but the scenery was amazing.
At 3.30, we roll into Munnar, am following directions to the High Range Club to find the bridge closed up. Suddenly the phone buzzes. It is the General! “You are lost!”, They had driven past us and spotted the RS with maps flying out of the window. We meet up and take the new route to the Club. We arrive .
Registration over, we are shown to our rooms. As Bangalore Club members, we get a 15% discount. It is a rustic old place. Not much life since the Kerala government took away the bar license. The bar is awesome and the Genreral swears by the barman’s bloody mary’s. The Men’s bar is old fashioned and made of teak and full of trophies! The club rules cente around ensuring children are not too wild in the premises and dress code. Saturday night is jacket and tie!
Normally, on the weekend, the Tata Tea crowd hang out and socialize. The manager’s wives actually run things behind the scene. The General and I check out the Golf course. Alas they are removing the overgrown grass, we might have a chance on Tuesday!
My daughter makes some friends and plays In the play area. We hang out in our room upstairs. We have the landing to ourselves so we have a nice cup of tea. Now, I had something very important to do. Singapore Grand Prix. Flick the TV and disappointed ot find that no Star Sports so I curse. Snooze, wake up and try to see if I can get an update. I suddenly find that I am watching the race but in Russian! The commies really influenced the media!
My daughter pops in and tells me there is a media room with Tata Sky. I run and watch from Sutil crashing onwards.
We then have dinner, awesome south Indian three course meal. Pretty rich! Meanwhile, I have befriended the Secretary and he pops in during the meal, well almost every other time to see how things are!