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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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... continue for some time, and the climax had better be worth it……by the way…..it was….multiple times over!
So, after getting to the Matrimandir site on little bus, handing over any bags, cell phones, cameras so that visitors would capture the memory of this place in our minds and our hearts, and not on the memory card of any electronic device, we finally made it through the entry gates. For us, as compliant westerns this was no issues, but ...
... Both were fish with different sauces and one with chips the other with rice! I must say we are extremely disappointed with our stay in Pondicherry. This was to be one of the highlights of the trip. Haven't seen any wide boulevards, French cafes etc. Would like to know where Rick Stein filmed his episode here because we haven't seen anything like it. Last photo shows 3 women sweeping the road - what is the point when there is rubbish all ...
... as you would arrive somewhere much too soon and have to come back again.
But wait, there's more. Unsurprisingly, the rule of threes goes further: we discovered when you go somewhere or if you are have to go somewhere else, there are three kinds of driving to be encountered - unsettling, terrifying and a descent straight to hell.
A month here and many long hours on city, town and rural roads means the unsettling passes ...
... to in England. Close to Pondy is the strange society of Auroville. Created in the 70s by a French woman they call the 'mother' it claims to be a society where all are equal and can get along and a lot of other hippy cult ****. I feel the same about Auroville as I do ashrams (they're not really top dissimilar), intriguing to go and see/experience but ultimately full of loonies. There were grand plans for Auroville but things slackened off after they built ...
... method of travel.
It was now 3pm. I'd walked for miles and had been through a village which looked like it might be Auroville but I couldn't find the Visitor Centre or the big golden shrine at the heart of the town. Then I came out at the other end of the forest, facing a huge national highway. It then started raining so hard that it wouldn't have made much difference if I'd walked through a lake to get there. Disheartened, soaking wet and in disbelief that if I'd missed it on ...