A bus ride and a town.
Trip Start Aug 04, 2009
26Trip End Oct 03, 2009
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I have no idea what i was so afraid of though, i could have not asked for things to have fallen into place with more ease and enjoyment. The first bus i happened to ask at yet another chaotic, busy bus station, was the one i needed to take, it was leaving in 5 mins...yay. And the peeps onboard were glorious. Two girls asked for me to sit with them, what was my name, where am i from, what is my email? Just very curious. I did reclaim my seat at the very front though as it's a great place to take pictures as India goes by (as long as i can handle seeing how close we actually get to hittnig some people and bikes as the bus horns constantly signalling im bigger so you better get oot of the way) and i can ask the driver everytime it stops, is this Mamallasdfasdf (as i never say it right but he still understood me)
So the town, it has two names again, it's also called Mahabalipuram. It's small, on the coast, has a beach, with lots of fishermen, quite a few hawkers and gypsies (which can get annoying but they are just trying to make a living, they know nothing else) a few dirt streets
So only 2 days there...where i basically just wandered and ate and hydrated a little bit at a time. The best time was close to dusk at the beach where there was a breeze and it was great for pictures. All the fishermen were doing their thing and the ladies were working, carry big jugs of sand or water on their head (the ladies do all the hard work yet again). It was great to watch...i would have died if i was the one working though. They are such incredible strong women...like nothing i will ever know or experience first hand. Life is sooo easy for us.