The man himself. Lonely Planet, the travel guide, sings his praises.
Buddhist shrine in Ella.
Ha, the guesthouse, Beauty Mount Tourist Inn, that I almost set on fire!
One of the joys of backpacking as opposed to being shepherded around in packaged tours is the countless opportunities to mingle with the locals and get to know their culture and lives.
Lonely Planet, the travel guide, heaps praises on him. He waylaid me the moment I got off the bus in Ella.
"Are you looking for a room? I have guesthouse. Very cheap. Only 500 rupees," he said.
"Where"? I said.
"Up there. Very nice. Very quiet," he beamed.
I looked up to where he pointed. Perched on a small hill was his guesthouse, Beauty Mount Tourist Inn. Rather grandiose name I thought.
From the guesthouse I got a panaromic view of the lush forest that envelops the village and the distant mountains. But it entailed a strenuous walk up a steep flight of slippery steps.
The owner is in his 70s, and he proudly reveals that he meditates an hour a day.
"I can only do it for 5 minutes before my mind starts wandering," I said sheepishly.
"Must be quiet place. No noise," he said.