Rathna Residency Hotel Madurai

... Hindus both young and old.<br><br>It was time to make our way back to Rumplestiltskins for the unveiling of the lilac masterpiece. Mum entered the changing room a normal, well presented 49 yr old and came out like a sack of spuds at a Gay Pride street parade. The trousers were 2 inches too long, the waistband could have been home to a whole family of buffalo and the top was as stiff as a board. Obviously still in the company ...

... leid tat....keine Gangschaltung und Moerderhitze. Zu allem Pech bekam er dann auch noch einen Platten im Vorderreifen, allerdings erst 200 m vor meinem Hotel. Ich hab ihm dann reichlich Trinkgeld gegeben, obwohl ich ja nichts dafuer konnte.<br><br>Heute hab ich nichts weiter mehr zu tun als zu Abend essen und dann wieder packen. Nach 23 Uhr faehrt mein Zug nach Varkala, wo ich dann morgen frueh um 8 Uhr ankommen werde und ein paar faule Strandtage angesagt sind.<br>

... was racing and I never did take the shower. I locked the bathroom door from the outside and used the bedsheets to plug the gap under the door. But, when I opened the door in the morning the bodies were gone! I took the remainder of my days in Madurai easy. Visiting a market and the Ghandi museum in the north of the city. Eating spicy food and hanging around with a couple of guys I had met at the Ashram. In the end we decided to head to Pondicherry together.

... tears of joy). It was thoroughly enjoyable rolling around on the creche floor entertaining 30 cute little critters, apart from the continual pant peeing and subsequent pant changing that went on. Each toddler got through at least 6 pairs of pants before lunch. It was like a laundrette! I couldn't work out if this peeing was down to high levels of excitement, secret nerves or was just plain normal. The ...

... d** Reise ausgesucht hat um das Gebaude von oben bis unten in Baufolie einzpacken. Uns ging es dann hi** genauso, als wir dann voll** Erwartung in den Tempelbezirk einbogen, **strahlte vor uns nicht eine Ansamlung farbenfroh** Tempeltureme, sond**n riesige in hellbraune Palmenblaett** eingepackte Gebilde! Auch auf seine Weise beeindruckend, ab** nicht dass was wir **wartet hatten. Schade eigentlich. Da wir ab** nun einmal hi** waren, mussten wir das Beste daraus ...

... vanuit zijn heiligdom werd vervoerd naar het heiligdom van Parvati (zijn vrouw) om met haar de nacht door te brengen. Dit gebeurt onder de deskundige begeleiding van tientallen priesters en muzikanten en wordt bijgewoond door heel veel devotees en een paar toeristen. Een intrigerend schouwspel! Aangezien ik nog steeds in Rameshwaram zit (ik typ dit alles na elkaar), volgen de foto's later........

... everyone around the world, there were lots of oohhs and aahs. People started heading back home early, i stayed until the end, and watched the family have their photos taken and talked with several people. It was really really interesting and exciting.. But mystamina wasn't that great, and i was feeling very very tired. I was taken back to the hotel room after i bid everyone good bye as this would be the last day I would see them. it was very teary for me.

... out in a reasonable amount of time... at which point it started to pour down rain. By now my clothes are soaked and nasty, and my hair is a delectable combination of gel, elephant snoot, sea water, sand, rain water, head funk from other bus passengers, and my own natural glorious grease. My backpack is soaked through; thank goodness I don't have two cameras, a storage device, many books, my journals, and smashed bananas in there... The next big thing to ...

... of the fence topped with spikes and swipe at them with my water bottle to get them within reach, piercing and tearing my shirt on the spikes in the process.) This Meenakshi temple is also a very holy place and pilgrimage site for many devotees, and this is quite obvious as you can't help but to notice the hundreds of Indians ritualistically walking counter-clockwise around shrines, offering flowers, bananas, coconuts, oils, butter, powder, and more to the shrines ...