Ooty, like any other hill station nowadays, is pretty commercialized - especially the bazaar, but once you have figured your way around the place, it doesn't take long to escape into quieter and greener stretches where thick and tall pine trees rise to kiss the clear blue sky. Ooty, the 'Queen of Hill Stations', has a tranquil aura with the quiet ripples of cool mountain breeze and the subtle aroma of magnificent tea plantations. Sadly, the true essence of the old Ooty remains unexplored by the tourists. When we arrived, the weather was pleasant with a temperature of about 15-20^c, which was a great relief after a long day of our adrenaline-surged bike ride.
With me always being my impulsive self, I ended up booking a homestay from Airbnb for the first time. I never thought it would be so secluded and away from the city and let me just say that when I checked the directions for the home-stay, we had to pretty much wreck our heads to get there.
Now here is a little warning: If any day you think of booking the same homestay, well, this is what you must keep in mind: First things first, you absolutely need to have your dinner supplies in advance, especially if you don’t come in your vehicle to the farm because walking on the mud road after 5:30 pm is quite dangerous owing to the wild elephants that sometimes decide to give a sudden visit.