Our last day was an Indian road-trip with friends. We rented a van , and along came Meena (with Pravda), Dipti, and Sajit (Sarge) and Brenton- two young guys that are also instructors for Shiamak’s school. Two and a half hours bumping along the highway to the old French colony Pondicherry, laughing a lot and stopping for photo ops.
We were too late to see the Shore Temple at the beach in Mahabalipuram. We clambered over the seaside rocks and saw its simple beauty from a couple hundred feet. Almost looks like an ornate sand castle. 3000 years old, they said, and it muses quietly beside a filthy Bay of Bengal beach, with a tourist market and fairground distractions.
Driving back into the city after dark we were quiet. It was a blessing to make such good friends at our first stop in India. These people showed us a lot of love. It was hard to leave Chennai. Such a big city and yet it felt friendly and small. I don’t think I will forget the week there when I think back on India.
We were too late to see the Shore Temple at the beach in Mahabalipuram. We clambered over the seaside rocks and saw its simple beauty from a couple hundred feet. Almost looks like an ornate sand castle. 3000 years old, they said, and it muses quietly beside a filthy Bay of Bengal beach, with a tourist market and fairground distractions.
Driving back into the city after dark we were quiet. It was a blessing to make such good friends at our first stop in India. These people showed us a lot of love. It was hard to leave Chennai. Such a big city and yet it felt friendly and small. I don’t think I will forget the week there when I think back on India.
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yo ok sounds like a sure cool trip you had and yeah Chennaites are indeed warm and friendly and glad to hear you two had a real blessed time...
so where next?
hey and I have sent you the mail too.
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