Without it perhaps we’d have never arrived
Twenty hairpin turns along cliffs and up mountain,
Maybe not twenty, I wasn’t quite countin’
Passed through Bandipur, saw elephants roam wild
Peacocks and deer, black-faced monkey with child
Stayed in some cottage where a cold night was certain
Where a bevy of flies clung tight to the curtain
Ate pasta and French fries, paneer and pineapple,
All sizzling in lettuce that was shaped like a bowl
Saw botanical gardens, so lush and so green
Climbed hills by steppe farmland, the view was serene
It was all quite impressive, we stayed there for hours
Saw a big map of India, made all up of flowers
Met an old man way up high by a temple
Exchanged pleasantries, for our chat was simple
Fresh chocolate oddly named, from all shops it oozed
Never tried “white man’s chocolate” but the name still amused
Tibetan market was weak and all filled with junk
Plastic trinkets and doodads and filler and funk
Toured a tea factory and little museum
Tea leaves got grinded so small you can’t see ‘em
Companions bought tea home but this writer did not
I do not drink drinks that come from a teapot
Took a nice train ride in Nilgiri Hills
The views were majestic, they gave us the chills
Typically four hours but cut down to one
Because of the rail damage a landslide had done
Had soup and some drinks in a lodge by a fire
As we were all weary and starting to tire
Thinking how this was the nicest of weekends
While hearing a singer with voice of Cat Stevens
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