Ma'ze oto boos - Munnar

Compared to the relaxing sojourn that was the trip along the backwaters my last journey was not quite as peaceful pleasant. The five hour bus ride from Cochin to Munnar was bumpy, hot, sweaty, stinking, cramped, and loud, it was however cheap, really cheap. The trip cost around $2.50 and had all the benefits of openable windows, padded seats, sweat soaked men in the aisles, and cripples begging at each and every bus stop. As we approached the hills the temperature which was soaring in Cochin finally lowered and we ( referring to me and the group of Israelis: Adi, Assaf, Rachel and Ravid) were finally able to begin to enjoy the new landscape (nof). The hills are covered in manicured tea trees which give the impression of a fine Persian rug from a distance, wavy lines in a hundred different shades of blue floating over the folds of the mountains like a sheet. When we finally arrived it was time to find accommodation, not usually so hard, but after two hours in a tuk-tuk and visits to most of the places in town it was clear that this place was FULL, we couldn't find a room for love or money and eventually we all crawled into a double were the manager provided us with some extra mattresses and pillows, quite a cozy arrangement. I'm trying to pick up a bit of extra Hebrew and everyone is very patient, but don't be expecting anything fancy when I get back, I went to Bialik Collage for goodness sake.