Left Puttaparthi...Hernan carried my bags...he asked me to come back before I leave for Oz...but it is best to leave them, in fact all of us wanting more. Jean and an Australian guy Sash got on to the bus for Bangalore. I stayed with the rich Indian folks again....you couldn't get me out of the hot power shower, great to be in luxury again. I was there for 2 nights and 2 days (not the shower, Bangalore) and Jean, Sash and her Rumanian friend met up for dinner both nights. The Rumanian friend is doing her doctrate at the Indian University, I think I would like to live in India for a year.
I left for Kerala at 5pm on the sleeper bus....well picture the Indian version of Some Like It Hot....Some like it Vindaloo...I am the Monroe....token blonde....the band are the Curry Munchers...the double bunks, the bollywood music and the twiching curtains. A man from Kerala befriends me, I am the only western..and the only one that seems to have a weeny bladder...unless they were p'ssing out the window. It just felt so surreal...the dust, the windy roads, and the speed at which the bus was travelling ..the speed of light me thinks, so fast and with so much cargo on top, it is a wonder we didn't fall over. I decided to get off at Hugging Mother's Ashram, since I was now ashram hopping....actually I have no idea where I am , but I am sitting in a shop drinking lime and soda....with a bunch of bannanas swinging in front of me ...the sea to my left....I don't really feel like staying here, but I am still sick and tired and I thought I would chill for 2 days before I leave to meet Fran in Varkala, 5 hours away. I am in a room with 3 others, although I haven't seen them. I have bumped into the Columbian girls and the Zim guy....there are lots of Westerners all in white....I have already had a hug from the mother...and I am sort of keeping to myself, don't really feel like talking to foreigners....This area was damaged by the tsunami...so there seems to be a big dip from the sand to the sea, and no one is swimming, in fact I am dressed so conservatively I am "shvitzing" (sweatng) like mad....it really is easy travelling in India, especially when you don't think about it !
I left for Kerala at 5pm on the sleeper bus....well picture the Indian version of Some Like It Hot....Some like it Vindaloo...I am the Monroe....token blonde....the band are the Curry Munchers...the double bunks, the bollywood music and the twiching curtains. A man from Kerala befriends me, I am the only western..and the only one that seems to have a weeny bladder...unless they were p'ssing out the window. It just felt so surreal...the dust, the windy roads, and the speed at which the bus was travelling ..the speed of light me thinks, so fast and with so much cargo on top, it is a wonder we didn't fall over. I decided to get off at Hugging Mother's Ashram, since I was now ashram hopping....actually I have no idea where I am , but I am sitting in a shop drinking lime and soda....with a bunch of bannanas swinging in front of me ...the sea to my left....I don't really feel like staying here, but I am still sick and tired and I thought I would chill for 2 days before I leave to meet Fran in Varkala, 5 hours away. I am in a room with 3 others, although I haven't seen them. I have bumped into the Columbian girls and the Zim guy....there are lots of Westerners all in white....I have already had a hug from the mother...and I am sort of keeping to myself, don't really feel like talking to foreigners....This area was damaged by the tsunami...so there seems to be a big dip from the sand to the sea, and no one is swimming, in fact I am dressed so conservatively I am "shvitzing" (sweatng) like mad....it really is easy travelling in India, especially when you don't think about it !
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