HAS FRED LOST THE PLOT?

Trip Start Sep 02, 2012
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Trip End Oct 10, 2012


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Where I stayed
Mamalla Bhavan
What I did
Huge boulders & stone carvings

Flag of India  , Tamil Nadu,
Monday, September 24, 2012


We took a private bus for the 2 hr journey from Chennai to Mamallapuram, good job really as Doris has a touch of sleeping sickness.  I am also having a re-occurrance of bulimic bottom.  To be honest we are all feeling a little weary after our epic Nth India trip, and really haven't had much time to gather our reserves to start again.  We arrived in Mamallapuram about 8.15am in time for breakfast.  This morning's organised activity is a bike ride around the town and out to the beach.  Sleepy head Doris has taken to her bed, and on the pretext of looking after her, I have abandoned the bike ride in favour of a lie down.  Fred, being the good soldier that he is, flew the flag for me and Doris and went on the bike ride.  Apparently they couldn't quite find a bike big enough for him (Fred is 6'4'') so eventually he had to settle for a woman's bike which was slightly better than the men's version.  Every so often his knees would hit the handle bars which played havoc with his steering and from what I hear, to the amusement of the others, he would suddenly veer off quite unexpectedly.  I managed to keep Doris awake long enough to meet up with the bike riders for lunch.  It was over lunch when Fred and I had a very weird conversation.  It goes like this: Me "How was the bike ride?"  Fred  "OK, we went to this really lovely beach, I just don't understand why we didn't go there last night instead of catching the train to that other beach."  Me " But that was in another city, last night we were in Chennai." Fred " No we weren't."  Me  "Fred we caught a bus this morning to get here."  Fred  "Did we?, Oh dear, we did didn't we."  That was a very worrying 5 mins, I thought that's all we need, Fred to lose the plot in India.
 Doris nodded off through lunch, so I left early with her to go back to the hotel.  As we were walking along the road, which I might add was quite well swept and rubbish free, I saw a big ball of rubbish come hurtling out of the window of a stationary bus.  I approached the spot where the rubbish had landed, picked it up, went to the window where it had been ejected, and said to the bloke sitting there "I think you've dropped something".  He was like a deer caught in the headlights, in total shock!  I threw it back to him through the window.  A rather well dressed young man approaching us had a big smile on his face, and a taxi driver who'd been watching this little bit of street drama said, "Good job" as we passed by his car.  It's my first step in my 'Clean Up India' campaign.
With the exception of Fred and Doris, the rest of us are going to visit The Little Angels orphanage here in Mamallapuram.  Santo has asked us if we would like to donate a 25kg bag of rice which everyone readily agreed to, being as the orphanage is run solely on charity.  What a delightful afternoon it turned out to be, presently there are only 8 boys between the ages of 6 - 14yrs in residence, but from time to time they have up to 30 children.  There are endless success stories about boys who have gone off to further education and become engineers etc. The family who run the orphanage were very proud to show us their enrolment book which includes a photo of the child, how long they stayed at the orphanage, and what they were doing now. We had a game of cricket, played some football then the boys entertained us with a few songs.   Beautiful, beautiful children, who were so grateful for the little treats we took along for them.
Doris is still a bit sleepy, hope we both get a good nights kip as we are up early tomorrow morning to catch the train to our next destination.  
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Shaz on

Ginger you could be the next Mother Theresa crusader but for rubbish collection....

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