I never thought the day would come where I saw Nikki talking French to an old Indian man in India, but hey, this is Pondicherry for you! We spent a few wonderful days scoffing our faces with creme caramels, chocolate mousses, wonderfully fresh fish and croissants (not in that order), and enjoyed our fair share of cocktails, wine and beer. It was like taking a mini break from our travels and just concentrating purely on gastronomic delights! The promenade was lovely to walk up, and there were loads of little stands sellig selling freshly chopped watermelon and pineapple for a few rupees. We also tried a coconut on the insistence of a friendly Indian man, where a lady chopped the top off, handed us a straw to drink the water, and then after handing it back she got the insides out for us to eat. Delicious!
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| Delicious fresh seafood. |
We had a brief journey into the weird and wonderful world of 'The Mother' and Auroville, a place where a resident is asked to renounce all religions and wordly possessions (presumably to give them to the Mother and join her cult). The idea of Auroville is that its a place for people of all races to join together for a common goal of working on the land and helping the local community. Sounds good on paper but quite frankly, it was very strange!
We had a wonderful time relaxing in Pondicherry, which was a good thing as an ordeal of a journey to Kumily was to follow... more of that when I have more time!
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| Enjoying time for reflection on the promenade. |
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