The Guns of Chikmagalur

When you book into a homestay on a vacation to the nearby hillstations, you envisage yourself being surrounded by greenery - birds chirping, cattle grazing, pretty butterflies fluttering around, fresh crisp breeze playing with your hair, refreshing aroma of freshly made coffee and what not.
Being the kind that attracts everything out of the ordinary, it would scarcely suprise you if I were to say that this wasn't quite what happened at the nice quiet homestay I had booked into.

I found a couple of guns. One was a normal fairly harmless airgun, and the other was a shotgun.

Sadly there was no ammunition. Darn.

Take a ride - Chikmagalur

We decided to dedicate a weekend to the joys of the hills. Thanks to the internet, we managed to find a hill station that wasn't at the other end of the world and that sounded like we wouldn't be required to climb up and down some dumb mountains to see sights all day. We settled on Chikmagalur and thus begun our journey into the wilderness...

As a seasoned traveller, I would like to share some nuggets of wisdom with you - if you have planned a trip at the last moment, some things are bound to go wrong. We didn't disappoint Mr Murphy. In fact, we did a lot better - we didn't let a single thing go right.

For starters, the so-called AC cab hadn't a patch of AC in it. Then we lost our way twice before we could reach the right town. When we did, the homestay we had booked turned out to be situatied in the farthermost regions of abandoned coffee plantations. To top it all off, it was hotter than the inside of a microwave popping pop-corn. Ah, well. At least it was a vacation.