Marcys has left… sadly…
We continued our way with Barb: night train
across the country to Ooty. The last bit we did by old mountain train with a
steam engine. It was fun but way too long! As a result we were on the trains
for 15 hours!
Ooty is so called hill station – a place
out at the elevation where Indians go to have a bit of a rest from burning sun
and high temperatures. Well, not for me… I’m freezing there! My hands are icy
cold, I’m sleeping under 3 blankets and just wonder how did I do it in Poland
and Brussels to live in such a cold. So after max 2 days I’m very happy to go
down ;-)But before that we have some fun :-)
Jin temple... all in marble...white marble!
The best paratha ever!
Vio making paratha... It looked easy but it wasn't. I didn't manage to make one...
Lenka, I'm not sure about your Indian cooking classes when I'm back in Bxl ;-)
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