It’s a beautiful day. The sun is
shining, the colours of Ooty seem even more vibrant in this light, and I am
sitting on a bus on my way to go get the ponies and bring them down to Ooty to
start Leg Up-Hebron. As usual, I am the only white person on this bus. That
always makes me laugh a bit.
It’s been a fun morning. First, I had
to go to the market. Usually, I would wait til after 10 or so, when everything
is open. But time was not a luxury I possessed this morning, so I went early.
As much as I hate towns, I love Ooty.
Though it’s a big town (by my standards at least), it doesn’t feel so much like
it is. The bustle and the people, dodging both foot and vehicle traffic, makes
Ooty what it is. And this morning, walking around while much of Ooty still
slept, felt like a new adventure.
I didn’t notice much difference at
first, walking through town. There weren’t quite so many people, but things
vary from day to day. But then I ended up on a section of road that was totally
empty. For Ooty, this is quite strange. And it was peaceful. There were noises
all around, but just in the bit where I was, there was a bubble of peace and
quiet.
This all ended of course, as I got to
the market. People were arriving by bus, and setting up their shops, or their
stalls on the side of the street. Things were back to normal, but it was a
wonderful start to a very hectic day.
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