A bus ride and a town.

Trip Start Aug 04, 2009
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Trip End Oct 03, 2009


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Siva Guesthouse

Flag of India  , Tamil Nadu,
Thursday, August 13, 2009

Getting from point A to point B, can be the most daunting and challenging part with traveling in a foreign land so i was a bit hesitant and weary as i finally left Pondicherry to move on...it was time though.

I have no idea what i was so afraid of though, i could have not asked for things to have fallen into place with more ease and enjoyment.  The first bus i happened to ask at yet another chaotic, busy bus station, was the one i needed to take, it was leaving in 5 mins...yay.  And the peeps onboard were glorious.  Two girls asked for me to sit with them, what was my name, where am i from, what is my email? Just very curious.  I did reclaim my seat at the very front though as it's a great place to take pictures as India goes by (as long as i can handle seeing how close we actually get to hittnig some people and bikes as the bus horns constantly signalling im bigger so you better get oot of the way) and i can ask the driver everytime it stops, is this Mamallasdfasdf (as i never say it right but he still understood me).  He told me not too worry he knows.  The bus driver was asking me questions, wanted me to take pictures of him, of his co-worker and his family..it was great energy. He told me to dance as i was listening to my ipod (i didn't) The lady behind me grabbed one of my headphones from my ear (in a nice way) and wanted to listen to my music then her son listened.  Her son then puked (not on me though so that's good) and i gave them a plastic bag, a bit too late.  It was like a  mini- party (doesnt' take much for something to be a party to me though) i felt...it was a really lovely, friendly atmostphere.  Before i knew it the 2 hr bus ride was over and the bus driver told me to 'Get out'.  That was his way of telling me this is my stop.  The demeanour of Indians is very much different than us...it's loud, abrupt, in your face and it's easy to take it as being abrasive or rude or angry but they're not (most of the time) and im learning that, it's helping me to improve on my oversensitivity at times as well..  And im really finding them to be quite friendly, curious, and gracious in their way...and very helpful which makes my life a lot easier.

So the town, it has two names again, it's also called Mahabalipuram.  It's small, on the coast, has a beach, with lots of fishermen, quite a few hawkers and gypsies (which can get annoying but they are just trying to make a living, they know nothing else) a few dirt streets. There are quite a few tourist shops and restaurants for the size.  And it's hot, i mean super hot!  I dont know if it was lack of breeze or what cuz it seemed to be copasetic in Pondicherry (where it was 36C plus humidity) but not here...every bit of me was dripping with sweat.  The second night in my hotel room, i pleased to find that it was only 31.5C (i have a temp on my alarm clock) in my room rather than 32.5 like the night before, a whole 1C cooler...i would take anything! So overexertion wasn't an option for me.

So only 2 days there...where i basically just wandered and ate and hydrated a little bit at a time.  The best time was close to dusk at the beach where there was a breeze and it was great for pictures.  All the fishermen were doing their thing and the ladies were working, carry big jugs of sand or water on their head (the ladies do all the hard work yet again).  It was great to watch...i would have died if i was the one working though.  They are such incredible strong women...like nothing i will ever know or experience first hand.  Life is sooo easy for us.
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agingcaygeon
agingcaygeon on

Heh, Hon
Glad to see your travelling wise as always. Hydration makes for a healthier trip. Keep the blogs coming! It's great to know where and how you are.
Love always
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