Ooty is rightly called the Queen of Hills – a beautiful lake right in the center, dreamy hilly terrain where sometimes you can even see clouds hanging low wrapping the peaks in a veil of mist.
Fog was rolling in as we drove to Doddabetta Peak. A massive traffic jam had already built up all along the curvy road. We managed to find a parking after twenty minutes of slowly driving up the hill. (Think twice before heading out on a long weekend)
The peak was covered in thick fog and the temperature had dropped several degrees, thankfully there was no breeze. After seven years, I only have distinct memories of this peak from my Ooty trip. My husband wasn’t too happy given the traffic and crowd. But somehow, he mellowed down when we reached the peak. Probably it was the view, or just the fact that everything looked so mystical.
Our drive back home was much more cheerful, beautiful weather and gorgeous tea gardens kept us company as we drove down the hills.