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We left the secluded beach resort this morning after breakfast and an early morning swim while watching the sun rise. We then travelled north to Chennai formerly the British name Madras. 8.5 million people live here and I think they were all on the street today!!!!! Absolute chaos on the roads. Unbelievable! After visiting two Christian churches ( had to have a balance with all the Hindu Temples we have visited) we then visited the Old Fort ...
Time to leave Chennai... We got up at a reasonable time this morning, had a banana each and made our way to the bus station with the help of an expensive auto ride. At the bus station there were many many people. There were busses everywhere and not so many signs about which bus was going where. Luckily we stand out like sore thumbs (I think that is the expression) and it wasn't long until we were asked by a few men where we were going. We told them that we were going to ...
... meet when travelling around London! Breakfast was an interesting mixture of foods and we all managed to find something we liked without any problems. It was then time for a quick trip up to the rooftop pool and a bit of sunbathing (again in the company of our new friend Surish) - saying that, we didn't spend too long up there because we definitely need a gradual introduction to the heat/ sun here!! After an interesting morning and ...
... soap/shampoo/toothbrushes. After a game of soccer and a round of high fives, it was time to leave. Probably the hardest part was reading the boys registry that gives their date of arrival and the reason for being admitted. Overwhelming number had lost their parents to the Tsunami and the rest had lost their mother and/or father to car accidents, drugs or alcohol. We are so lucky. With that in mind, we're off to a seafood feast by the ...
... had occupied ourselves by thinking up
and putting into action the idea of a time capsule for Jwala with the end goal
being a burial of it on Saturday for their birthday. It was the furthest thing
from my mind when telling Mother we were leaving but she insisted so Madhurima
felt we had no choice but to go back.
Once collected from Jwala, Madhurima took us to see the Udhavi
street childrens homes (one boys house and one girls house). I think she did