France

Here I am, back in Pondicherry!

It is beautiful, clean and terribly, unbearably hot here. But the clean and beautiful make up for the hot. Almost.

I saw the sunrise in Kayakumari and it was amazing. We went to a water park to kill time before our bus left. We then got on an '"ultru delux- video coach" to Pondicherry. It was filthy cramped and we kept having to get up and move out luggage about. Every muscle in my body is stiff from sitting and my knees hurt because there was not enough room for my legs. But being in Pondicherry, thinking of my black coffee and crousaint (sp?) tomorrow morning is helping.

Pondicherry was the last and really only, as far as I know, French outpost in India and the evidence is everywhere. The streets still bare their old names and the buildings look like Paris. Many Indian people here learn French before English which is kind of annoying for me. It is a very nice spot to spend a few hours or even days. But I've already spent five days here, at Christmas, so tomorrow morning I am leaving the boys and going to visit Asif in Mahabs. We are all meeting up in Chennai at Shakila's tomorrow.

I can't wait!