I didn't feel like leaving Madikeri. A small town with one main road, slow traffic, laid back people, amused policemen, low pollution, cool climate all year round, soaked in greenery, and totally off the tourist circuit. So, throughout the 170 km journey today, I was mentally throwing a tantrum.
Breakfast at the Mercara Golf Club (8.30 am)
Don't panic, Mercara is the local name for Madikeri. Anyhoo, to drown my sorrows, Piyush took us down to the Golf Club, where he is a member and where he goes down once in a while to waggle a nine-iron at the ducks. A more lovely piece of greenery I have not seen, nor tasted a yummier grilled egg sandwich. Most of the caddies, whom Big P practically knew by name, were groom Bangladesh, inwarded through Assam. In fact as per Big P, most of the labour at Madikeri was like that. I felt quite at home.