Expecting a quiet hill station the bus roars into a typical Indian town 2km above sea level. You can see why the English retreated from the scorching southern cities to here in colonial times, it's lovely and fresh, and even cold at night. I ended up with quite a plush (compared to my Madurai prison) room for a nice price, overlooking the mountains, with thick blankets containing odd patterns and cheesy pictures of bears. Not much to say about the place itself. It's geared up for relaxing. Hired a bike and cycled around the lake, had a walk up to the observatory and around the back of the town, visited the small temple, had a look in the many chocolate and spice shops then sat about in the sunshine by the lake, watching the Indian tourists playing chess and trying to operate paddle boats that looked and sounded like they hadn't been maintained since the 80's.
The restaurants were very disappointing. All "multi-cuisine" but masters of none. I've had better curries on brick lane, seriously. I don't get the Indian love of Chinese food. It's everywhere, and is really quite bad.
You can see all of my Kodaikanal pictures here
The restaurants were very disappointing. All "multi-cuisine" but masters of none. I've had better curries on brick lane, seriously. I don't get the Indian love of Chinese food. It's everywhere, and is really quite bad.
You can see all of my Kodaikanal pictures here
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