Ooty too

I had a mission today and that was to relax and sort out my sleeping bag liner.

Breakfast eaten I set off down to Ooty bazaar. 1st place I spot is a taylor I explain my desire, he sent me off for an hour. I wandered the bazaar aimlessly, coffee and a second breakfast. Then as I was walking about I saw this bloke with a bicycle, bugger I love being the only one,oh well better be sociable, hi guy with bike, do you speak English. He was from Cornwall, so a sort of English, although really I detected no accent. We went for breakfast. And after discussions discovered we were staying at the same guest house.

But I had my sleeping bag liner to pick up.

I’m sure you know I love a bit if gold bling, so all good there.

I got back to the guest house and discovered Luke (No not my son but the guy with the bicycle) having a bit of food. I suggested we meal together in the evening. He had been recommended a place, Kingscliff/ Earls Secret, not sure their website does them any favours. Set in a manor type house, hmm times of yesteryear. The meal and service were great, I had an evening full of bike/travel and living life to the full jibberjabber that has been sorely missed over the last week or so. In hindsight I believe it would have been better to have had lunch there as the view would have been fantastic.