Hotel Saratha Rajans
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... as the ticket conductor seemed a little bit put off by our presence. He didn't kick us off though. Still not quite sure how to identify the reserved vs. unreserved carriages.
About an hour before we arrived in Madurai I started getting a really bad stomach ache. By the time I got off it made walking really uncomfortable. Our first choice of hotel was therefore full. The next one was substandard. The room looked ...
... the staff member said “Ah Twighlight paper, we have!”
The other give away is that in formal situations like booking into a hotel, India still feels like a man's world where such complicated matters are rarely assigned to the fairer sex. Which meant that Lou was completely ignored by the moustachioed front desk when she presented details of our reservation. They instead looked straight through her to ‘Sir’ (covered in kids) to ...
... experienced in India before) you are always glad to be leaving. It's true. The confronting face it presents the traveller is hard to overcome. Home seems like a paradise. This isn't what a holiday is supposed to be, you're not supposed to view your home as paradise. But you do. India isn't like home. It doesn't claim to be. I don't think it wants to be. I'm not sure what it wants to be. The best quote I've heard about India (and I forget who said it) was that every ...
... became aroused and ejaculated. A drop of semen conveniently impregnated Mohini. And thus, Aiyappa was born of Shiva and Vishnu.
Well, you can tell where this story is going. Aiyappa lived in the jungle, and when he came of age, he whacked off the head of Mahishi. A beautiful woman sprang from the Mahishi's body. She desperately wanted to marry Aiyappa, and, indeed, he found her very attractive. But he had planned to live a celibate life, so this ...
... every year to see it. Unfortunately the people who worked on the ticket counter made it near on impossible for us to go in, with a "no bag, no camera, no shorts, no mobile, no anything allowed" policy. There was no way we were leaving all our valuables in the hotel as that was really dodgy, so we cut our noses' to spite our face and didn't go in. We left Madurai that morning for Ooty feeling somewhat deflated. I should mention, however, that while we were in Madurai we did go ...