Yesterday my family and their friends took me on a trip! We drove about two hours through a neighboring city named Pollachi, and drove into the mountains. After changing into swim gear (shorts and a t-shirt) we followed the sound of joyful screaming to the place known as Monkey Falls. Water was cascading close to the big rock behind it and came away from the rock about person-distance from the ground. A perfect shower! And, boy, was it. There were probably forty people utilizing this wonderful place, men in whitey tidys, and women fully clothed in sarees and salwars. Monkey business was a correct statement as we were preparing to vacate. One of them climbed onto a guys moto and thought it was his, defending it when the real rider tried to shoo him, then rifled through his pouch on the front. It was funny until one of them stole a whole bag of peanuts from our car door AS it was closing. Those things were very practiced, but Ma told me there are some places in India you can't even get out of the car or you'd be attacked by them.
Once we got out of there, we retraced our steps, or tracks, and went over to some friend of an uncle's friend's farm or something like that. I was picturing a big red farmhouse where the chickens were clucking and hay was stored, but it was actually a coconut plantation. We had seen dozens from the road ranging from a hundred trees to many thousand. This was relatively small, and we walked straight through it to the river, where we set up camp. It wasn't long until the owner came by and Pa and Uncle got along great with him. We ended up blowing the elephants off and stayed there to nap in the river. The owner was a great guy and wanted me to meet his children, so we went back to his house before returning home, with a quick stop for dinner at one of the most renowned restaurants in the city, Annapoorna. It was delicious (although I was still full from lunch) and I sampled some desert. Day successful.
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