It was on a whim that I decided to stay in
Stewart Valley home stay in Madikeri. The inner critic gnawed my thoughts day in
and day out questioning whether it was right to risk taking my parents to a
place which has not been listed in trip advisor or reviewed anywhere. “What the
heck? Let’s go and see” I thought. All I knew when we drove into Madikeri was
that it is a red painted house in which Mr.Ganapathy and his wife lived. The
house is an old but tastefully re-furbished and well maintained ancestral house. He gave us directions to reach the house (past the TV tower) and
was waiting outside the house to make sure we dint get lost (which of-course, we did). But even if he
wasn’t waiting, I think we would have identified the house, after all who would
miss a huge red-painted house bang on the road?
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The courtyard and garden |
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Gerberas in the garden |
The moment we drove past the gate and
stepped out of the car, somehow I felt very relieved. May be it was the sight
of the smiling Mr. Ganapathy and his wife Veena, or maybe it was the sight of a
beautiful portico and a beautiful garden with flowers, or it was the cool
breeze brushing our sweaty, grimy faces. Whatever the reason was, it was a really cozy, homely feeling that swept over me and I felt relieved that I had chosen rightly. The house is sort of in the middle of the town, just a 5-10 min walk downhill (yes, it’s
kind of the highest point in Madikeri town) and you will be walking past Raja’s
seat, Gen. Thimmiah circle, the markets, the bus stand, good hotels and
everything else. Despite being so close to the town, you are never perturbed by
the hustle and bustle, being far removed from the noise and dust of the city. You can
simply laze around in the veranda surrounded by the garden and enjoying the
view of the hillside, or you can sit in their back yard and do nothing and
snooze. We stayed in 2 rooms on either side of the house. This was kind of
good; being in a house and at the same, not unncessarily bumping into other people. The
bathrooms were extremely neat and clean and modern (yes, we are fussy bathroom
people), they had also provided soap etc.etc. The rooms aren’t that big as you
would expect in a hotel, but then who would want to remain cooped up indoors in
Coorg, when there is so much to see outside?
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A what's- its-name climber in the garden with beautiful pink flowers |
They give complimentary breakfast and we
had kadubu, sambar and a delicious coconut chutney to go with it. R also had
some bread and honey. It was a welcome break after all the hotel food we were
eating from outside. Veena aunty was always ready with coffee or tea whenever
we requested.
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Kadubu with sambar |
My father had interesting long chats with
Mr.Ganapathy. My mother was happily doing rounds of their beautiful garden with
vibrant flowers. R even managed to try his hand at Mr.Ganapathy's airgun. He gladly regaled us with vignettes of Kodava culture. He
was more than ready to tell us how to drive to Abbi falls, Talacauvery and other
places, where to buy wines from and so on. We also had a tryst with Blacky, the
family dog who was in a playful mood and had to be dragged back into his cage. We
had to leave at 5.30 in the morning and Aunty graciously offered to make
breakfast that early also but we declined. I can confidently say that one of
the highlights of our trip was our stay in Stewart Valley.
[ PS: the credit for the pic below goes to R, he hinted he would kick my a*# if I dint mention him in the credits ;-) ]
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A night view of Madikeri from Stewart valley |
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