Vpv Hotel Thanjavur

Thanjavur, Tamil Nadu, 71600 , India

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Les grands temples vivant Chola

A travel blog entry by viceninde

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... Planet et du Routard, impossible de trouver une chambre à un prix raisonnable. Résignés, on déambule dans la rue à la recherche d’un hôtel quand soudain un miracle se produit : on tombe devant l’ « Hotel Ganesh », la chambre double A/C à 850 roupies, on visite, simple mais agréable, parfait, demain on pourra aller voir les deux autres temples chola (aussi classé au patrimoine mondial de l’humanité et perdus ...

Worth the journey

A travel blog entry by fotheringham

... frescos of court life are still fading unprotected on the walls with little attempt to salvage them. This must have been a beautiful place once....

Still, driving back to the hotel and watching the sand dredgers in their lungis slowly lifting baskets of sand into bullock carts, perhaps its the price to pay for a quiet life and opting out of globalism....

back to Pondy and Maison Perumal ...

Tender coconut

A travel blog entry by yesfaceman

... d forgotten my camera. I shouted over the perpetual burp of the engine, asking if we could go back to get it. Suresh said not to worry because he had a camera of his own. I gripped the bottom of the seat with white knuckles as we weaved in and out of the midday traffic, tooting and swerving as we overtook ox carts and big yellow trucks, all painted with colourful symbols and little murals, and piled impossibly high with all sorts of agriculture. We left the city and hurtled ...

Catholic?! Yeah, course I am...

A travel blog entry by yesfaceman

... and dries amazingly. Changed my clothes, and discovered to my dismay that my timberlands were all squashed underneath the big pack. I stuffed them with lots of socks and set them neatly aside to recover, and we set off.

We got back and I had a smoke, a jam and a read. Joseph asked if I fancied going out for dinner. I got ready and took an anti-sickness pill in anticipation. We got in the car (along with Mary and their daughter) and their driver took us on a ...

Acclimatising to food and locals

A travel blog entry by yesfaceman

... the folds of dark skin with her beady eye, and then turned her gaze back to me, looking with deep and unforgiving scrutiny. She fleetingly reminded me of a pirate for some reason. I smiled sheepishly, and slowly put my hand in to retrieve the pick. The cup was empty apart from my contribution, which left me feeling sad for her but on the other hand I was questioning whether she emptied the cup into her folded robes at regular intervals to make her pitifully empty ...