Coorg Diary

Oh no, I didn’t make a quick trip to India to visit Coorg; just a walk down memory lane to relive my Coorg trip!

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One day soon after we graduated, tired of job-hunting and failed interviews, three of my close friends and I decided to go on a three day trip to Coorg. Permissions were sought and granted and tickets were duly booked. We decided to meet at R’s place on the D-day ( D for Departure ;)), as it was closest to the bus-stop and her father had agreed to drive us to the bus. Now R’s father is the meticulous kind who plans each trip to the minutest detail; so what ensued was a drill down session where he instructed us - individually and as a group about the travel plan and the Do’s and Don’ts. After he was convinced that each of us had memorized the entire itinerary, and could manage to return home in the event of losing the rest of the gang, we were asked to pack ourselves and our luggage into the Maruthi-800 and start for the bus-stand.

After saying our goodbyes and going through the schedule once again, we boarded the bus. I’m assuming I had a great night’s sleep because all I can remember after sinking into the seat is alighting at Coorg the next morning. Our hotel rooms were already booked by R’s father and thankfully the bus stopped at a walking distance from the hotel. Appreciating and enjoying the cool and pollution free weather (although I’m sure Bangalore also looks that way at 5.30 in the morning), we walked to the hotel.

A lawn with a pool, ducks swimming in it, a few foreigners sipping orange juice – seemed like a good enough hotel. We were ushered into a room meant for two and we quickly made sure the bed could accommodate four. It could, only if you were the kind of person who sleeps still, no room for tossing and turning here. An extra bed would cost an additional hundred, and it would be laid on the floor, no cot. Since none of us were willing to sleep on the floor, we decided to cram ourselves into the double cot. That settled, B announced she was having bath first, I screamed “next”, followed by S and R.

The room came with complimentary breakfast. Cool! But not so soon. Since the room was meant for two, we only got two coupons. That wasn’t a problem; we were used to digging into each others’ plates and were willing to do so now. We headed for the dining room and were informed that it was a buffet, and we could help ourselves. We checked out the food and man, what a spread. Two by four? With a spread like this, we could even manage a two by eight!

B and S loaded their plates with everything on display and we settled down at a table. Tired and famished we pounced on the food. Minutes later a waiter walked up to us and said “Madam, sharing not allowed”. What? There was no such notice put up anywhere, how were we supposed to know? The look on his face suggested, “It goes without saying”. So, R & S claimed they were full, while we continued hogging. Thankfully, the complimentary breakfast came only on the first morning, so we decided we would check out restaurants close by for the remaining 2 days; this after we were informed that a breakfast buffet costed 100 bucks! Unemployed girls, we could very well manage with the Rs.10 Khali Dosa down the street!

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To be continued... :)