Just to get a bit more festive I headed to the oldest church in Munnar, established by the Scottish Presbyterian who settled here to set up the tea plantations. As I walked through town the church bellowed our the melody of Silent night, and as I got to the top of the hill to get into the church, slightly out of breath, the vicar got out of the back of the car, aided by a helper. He greeted me and when he went to shake my hand, I realised he was blind. As this was the third service on this Sunday and the only one in English, the choir of three and the organist plus two priests outnumbered the congregation.
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