I arrived at Madurai bus station at 4.15 in the morning to be greeted by about a million tuk tuk drivers all shouting at me. They were like a pack of baying wolves. I wasn’t in the mood so told a few of them to fuck off too. I choose the least pushy of the lot and the one who looked the least perverted. I’m happy to report that he delivered me to my hotel without touching me up or saying anything remotely inappropriate.
I arrived at the hotel. I knew it wasn’t going to be great as I’d read the reviews but I also knew it would be one of the only ones that had a 24 hour check in. I just wanted to go to bed and shut the door on life for a while. The check in bloke was really helpful and cheerful which is a lot to be said for anyone at 5am. He told me to get the lift to the second floor. As soon as the doors opened I had to literally step over a man who was sleeping on the floor, outside the lift lobby and in front of my room. Nothing is weird to me anymore.
The room was indeed shit but I'd already mentally prepared myself. I didn’t even freak out when I saw a cockroach the size of a small hamster, run out from the bathroom. To be fair I was just happy to be off of the bus. I even managed to get 2 hours sleep. I did though have the worst nightmares imaginable. This beach holiday cannot come quickly enough. I am a woman on the edge.
Madurai is horrible. I am not a fan of cities in India. Fish wants to travel to all of them. Ace. It feels like life is racing at a million miles an hour. It took me about 20 minutes just to cross the road. You end up just stepping out and hoping for the best. I got to the train station to get the first train out of there to Kanyakumari (where hopefully I might find some peace) but of course the next train is not for another 17 hours. Train stations in India are comparable to demonators in Harry Potter, they suck the joy and spirit from you. I felt broken when I left there.
I listened to classical music to see if that would calm me down. It is pretty surreal listening to Rachmaninov piano concertos when all around you is utter chaos. I decided to go the Sri Meenakshi Temple that everyone bangs on about. It is architecturally beautiful but I am so over this religious/spiritual malarkey. Some of the people inside were throwing themselves down, and kissing the floor. I really love Micky Flanagan but I don’t feel the need to kiss his feet. I find it all quite disturbing. The only good thing about temples in my eyes is that you get to mince about with your shoes off. Not sure why, but I really like it!
I arrived at the hotel. I knew it wasn’t going to be great as I’d read the reviews but I also knew it would be one of the only ones that had a 24 hour check in. I just wanted to go to bed and shut the door on life for a while. The check in bloke was really helpful and cheerful which is a lot to be said for anyone at 5am. He told me to get the lift to the second floor. As soon as the doors opened I had to literally step over a man who was sleeping on the floor, outside the lift lobby and in front of my room. Nothing is weird to me anymore.
The room was indeed shit but I'd already mentally prepared myself. I didn’t even freak out when I saw a cockroach the size of a small hamster, run out from the bathroom. To be fair I was just happy to be off of the bus. I even managed to get 2 hours sleep. I did though have the worst nightmares imaginable. This beach holiday cannot come quickly enough. I am a woman on the edge.
Madurai is horrible. I am not a fan of cities in India. Fish wants to travel to all of them. Ace. It feels like life is racing at a million miles an hour. It took me about 20 minutes just to cross the road. You end up just stepping out and hoping for the best. I got to the train station to get the first train out of there to Kanyakumari (where hopefully I might find some peace) but of course the next train is not for another 17 hours. Train stations in India are comparable to demonators in Harry Potter, they suck the joy and spirit from you. I felt broken when I left there.
I listened to classical music to see if that would calm me down. It is pretty surreal listening to Rachmaninov piano concertos when all around you is utter chaos. I decided to go the Sri Meenakshi Temple that everyone bangs on about. It is architecturally beautiful but I am so over this religious/spiritual malarkey. Some of the people inside were throwing themselves down, and kissing the floor. I really love Micky Flanagan but I don’t feel the need to kiss his feet. I find it all quite disturbing. The only good thing about temples in my eyes is that you get to mince about with your shoes off. Not sure why, but I really like it!
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