Pollachi, home of the sewer mishap
Trip Start Oct 28, 2009
26Trip End Mar 31, 2010
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Over the next few days I visit some nature reserves, seeing wild elephants and sloth bears. At the hotel there is a young boy of about 10 working, stopping by on a regular basis into my room. It was a surprise the first night, as I was getting out of the shower when I heard the door open. He came in unannounced, catching a glimpse of me naked! Unfazed, the sweet intrusive boy continued to try to come into my room throughout my stay, even when dropping off my newspaper at 6 A.M. Upon seeing that the door was in fact locked, he proceeded to ring the doorbell. While the kid is a cutie patootie, I definitely learned a cultural difference here. Make sure to always have your door locked as Indians tend to come in without knocking.
On the evening prior to leaving, I was leaving an internet cafe down a side street the dark while conversing with Tams. Going down the steps, explaining something in detail I jump the last few steps when I suddenly found myself being dragged out of something with searing pain. I am lying on the dirty concrete slab covering the sewers slowly recognizing what happened. As it was dark due to the poor lighting casting shadows everywhere, I mistakenly jumped right smack into an open square, thinking it was a shadow. Half disappearing into the drainage sewer, my legs rammed right into the concrete slab. I look down and see it already bleeding and swelling up. I hobble back to my room, past the group of gawking men to shower and try to salvage what little pride I had left. Those wounds, (along with the humongous bruise on my thigh) would last with me for weeks on end.