Smart Inn Pune
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... split as to its value in the community; a lot of the locals appeared to be challenged by the devotees apparent wealth. I couldn't help feeling there was alot of anger toward the ashram. And with my memories still fresh in my mind and heart I felt it was time to move on. I was there for three nights and didn't sleep well on any of them. I looked at where I wanted to go and booked an internal flight South to Kerala for the next day.
... to a very weird and notorious ashram here. Having said that I'm enjoying the travelling and it is great to be in India. Challenging for sure but it's not been as shocking as I had expected.
I have to say Pune is the first 'clean' looking Indian town I have seen so far. Indian towns and cities remind me of Havana at its worse: a relic of colonial days. Whereas Havana didn't have the money to renovate it's City I genuinely think India doesn't care or maybe ...
David, one of the easiest blogs of the lot...
Jane woke up, ate breakfast, sunbathed for an hour, puked three times then slept all day, puking another two times.
I woke up, ate breakfast, played with the cat, drank tea with ginger, ate lunch and watched an American born Indian comedian called Russell Peters with Pranav.
... Now you understand why my memory may be sketchy! The venue was essentially outside but with a solid roof and perimeter fence. Pranav had reserved his favourite table on a raised area in the corner where you can sit and look out at all the action. Starter nibbles were brought to our table, pizza, pitta bread with veg, battered veg (yummy!) and pesto chicken. Before I even finished my Bud another one had arrived ready so we never even had to wait to order the next round, ...
... the return journey from the Gandhi memorial, I spied a man shaving another man on the footpath of a busy bridge, a mirror hanging from its handrail. Suddenly overcome by the heat entrapped in the thick growth covering my face, I ventured closer, and upon inspection decided to utilise his services. So, there I sat, on the footpath on the side of Pune’s main thoroughfare with a stranger holding a cutthroat blade to my face...to say ...