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Travel Blogs from Pondicherry
It's great to be back on the seaside again. I have an awesome room overlooking the sea and I love the salty sea breeze. Checked out the Aurobindo Ashram and it was very eerie inside. Very silent many Indians and some foreigners paying respects and sitting in Mediation. There's nothing much there and I'm a bit dissapointed. Don't know if there is much for me to do here except relax and read.
... with a TV, couch, refrigerator, pretty good bathroom, good portico and air conditioning. The floor is concrete which gives a rustic kind of setup. There is no beach view from the rooms.
The beach is a public beach but is kept pretty clean by the resort folks. They stop access after 6 PM. So we took a walk along the beach after a quick shower, it was a pretty well kept beach. We spent some time in the swimming pool as well, a small but well kept pool. Tim ...
... was a blast. A typical day for us starts as getting up around 6:30-7:00 (for me at least) and one of us decided to cook breakfast for everyone that morning. Then we work out in the farm or on various projects, lunch around 12:30-1:00, then work until 3:00-6:00 (usually 4:30 but it varies). For dinner someone has decided to cook for us all, like breakfast and everyone contributes at some point. It works out very naturally. Then we sit around talking and playing music. I plan to ...
... No one was in so we strolled to the local beach to look around for a bit. Even though it was cloudy, the rocks we tried to sit on were boiling and almost burnt my bum!! Whilst eating our samosas, a young India boy came up to us asking for a picture. Obviously I assumed that he was asking for us to take a picture of him with his rather large family but, next thing we knew, the whole fmily had surrounded us with their thumbs up ...
... his hands together, muttered something in Tamil, bowed slightly, and touched the crown of my head. It was a light touch, and I barely felt his ruggedly worn hands when they made contact with my hair. From there, he bowed a few more times as he walked backwards and wandered off, trudging through the sands as he had done before.
I look at Christina and the others in confusion. What was the head touch all about? “Maybe he was blessing you.” offers Christina. ...
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