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Pondicherry and points south...

...in search of the French...

semi-overcast 31 °C

...to carry on where I left off in Chennai, the dancing and music was excellent and a good time was had by all...we had great seats in the balcony and saw the whole thing in good detail...Indian dance is very colourful and quite intricate, the story being told with gestures and expressions whilst the musicians play and sing in the background...

...the following morning we took a taxi from the hotel to Auroville, 150 km to the south...usual hectic ducking and diving through the hordes of other road users (cows, goats and dogs included)...nothing we're not used to by now...there was rain on the way down, too, our driver seemed to wish to preserve his windscreen wipers so added another hazard to an already hazardous experience - that of not being able to see out of the windscreen!...we arrived at Sadhana Forest where we were intending to stay for a month and plant trees, however, we weren't overly impressed by the lack of friendly overtures on the part of the hosts, or anyone else come to that...it seemed to me to be a kind of jolly-hockey-sticks cum boy scout camp with over a hundred youngish people living 'the life'...can't say as I am all that into communal living on that scale and it rained stair rods while we were there which didn't help...off we went to a place called Repos beach where we found ourselves a, relatively, beach-side room in what must be the expensive end of town...the beach was lovely but, sad to say, the male poplulation use it as a giant toilet, squatting down in front of people and dumping their last meal without any kind of embarrassment...they don't even have the nouse to dig a hole and bury their offerings afterwoods...cats do!...a comparison to be drawn here...

...a couple of days of that then we moved to Pondicherry...an interesting town which requires more time to discover its possibilities than we gave it...the French quarter seemed to be dirtier than the Indian side, curiously...went to a 'rock' concert and listened in dismay as House of the Rising Sun was horribly massacred by an enthusiastic Indian group...they didn't do much for Hey Jude, either...met with Rob, a young Australian who is living in Pondy and running a sub-aqua and water sports centre...he is on couchsurfing.com so I knew him from there...we even somehow or other managed to find ourselves in the middle of the funeral of an Roman Catholic Indian woman who arrived in a van in an open coffin!...shock, horror...the musicians who preceded her to the cathedral were playing so joyfully that we had thought it was a parade!...

...to be continued...

Posted by nantic 21:49 Archived in India

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