Pondy

I arrived in Ponducherry and felt immediately happy.  Whilst only slightly cooler than Chennai, the vibe of the place is much calmer.  Here’s a fact for you.  Puducheery has the biggest cows I have ever seen in my life (you'll sleep easy tonight now, knowing that).  I actually saw a few white faces along the way.  Who knew that there where white people in India?  

It took me a while to find a guest house, mainly due to the robbing bastard tuk tuk driver.  I think he took me to all his friends’ places.  All of which were shitter than shit.  I eventually plumped for an expensive one (£10 a night) but I’m really pleased I did.

The room itself is nothing to write home about and at times it feels like I am sleeping on the middle shelf of an fan assisted oven but they have a communal sitting room which, not only has AC and wifi, but also has, wait for it……some travellers.  Hallelujah. 

As sson as I'd unpacked I had a call from Steve (you remember him, jazzy pants) saying that he was on a bus (it only takes a brief 15 hours) and would be in Ponducherry in the morning.  Ace!!  He then asked if he could crash with me for a day, before his mate arrived. Double ace!!  I didn’t have the heart to tell him to do one, so being very British I said of course he could stay.  My room has two beds (thank the lord) so it should be fine. 

I met some English girls in the sitting room.  They were sweet and extremely posh.  I can only imagine Daddy paid for them to come to India to rough ‘em up a bit.  So far it didn’t look as if it had worked very well.  They looked like little scared field mice.  As I say, they were super cute though and even invited me out to dinner with them.  I didn’t go in favour of an early night.  Plus I'm not sure how much I would have had in common with them.  I have no idea what 17 year old girls are into.  One direction??  My knowledge of One direction runs as far as I know there are 5 of them and that one’s called Harry Styles.  The end!