Day 7 - Paloor to Kondangeri
Enjoyed a leisurely start to the day when the temperature was forecast to be down.
Of course it proved to be wrong. Looking back I wish I was a weatherman, only job in the world where it is okay to be constantly wrong.
Had my first minor confrontation - two guys on a motorbike after seeing me - turned back around and stopped in front of me. It started off a pleasant exchange. Their tone dramatically changed as they started to demand a gift. I started to laugh when they went for the shoes. When one of them snatched at my pockets he was met by a gentle shove and a polite no....
"Just joking sir. Joking." He leant in, gave me a kiss and the rest of his durries and he went on his way. Only in India. This cute ET like rig lacks some severe credibility..
Along the journey - I was joined by a fellow walker - a young indigenous Indian - short in stature and darker in skin.
We walked side by side for most of the day with only small exchanges due to the language barriers. I had no idea where he was going but enjoyed the company. Silence can be a beautiful thing.
It was only when we arrived in Murnad that, despite many Indians' denying this, it was very apparent that my new friend was from the 'untouchable' caste. It was wild the lack of help people were willing to offer as I tried to find out where he lived.
We sat down at this small restaurant, with the cricket playing in the background.
I shouted him an Indian Banquet - today we ate like kings. The reverse mocha worked when I said India was home... "On ya way Kohli"
I eventually discovered he walked 15 km in the wrong direction! It was getting dark so I got a tuktuk driver - who reluctantly agreed to take him home. I gave him the 150 rupee ($3), however as transport is obviously a luxury item - he took the money. We parted ways - I would love to know what was going on in his head, however sometimes ignorance is bliss.