7/19/08

Today was a good day (Kodai Kanal)

Whilst you haven't really heard about the unexpected pain of leaving Bangalore (and Jai), nor the strange mix of comfort and excitement of finding Georgia and Dan just walking along Rue de Gouberd in Pondicherry, the wonderful if unlikely commune we visited one day, an internation commune for human unity that focuses on serving a divine entity and the funeral procession that passed us just as my moped ran out of petrol in the middle of nowhere, no, not even the government bus that took us away from Dolce & Gabanna (renamed by Shaun's memory), through a few horribly hot and tired hours in Madurai - that I couldnt enjoy because of Kodai anticipation and sleep deprivation.. I think we're here now and I ought to talk about it instead.
Wound and tottered up the mountain as fog closed around us and light home rain spattered on the window. The temperature was so natural that we wouldn't have commented on it, had the last few weeks not pulled so much hydration from our bodies that we had to walk in the shade and buy litre upon litre of water hourly.
And its beautiful and tropical and homelike all at once. Staying in a stone and cement one-floor building with darkgreen painted wooden front door, window frames and pillars, and there are white cloudlike flowers and purply red and green leaves surrounding the terrace. Woke up this morning -freezingcold- and peeked out the window by the bed to see mist hovering shadowing the mountains curves, ground falling away metres in front of me, just past Shaun writing his journal in the faint sunshine - which does incidentally make you feel a lot warmer.
Ate omelette and toast in those same weak rays and thought about what to do. I was having shoe issues.. I am not usually some one who doesn't have enough shoes, but it seems the various cute things I brought will not cut it on the hike we'd like to do. So walked along Cloaker's Walk which is paved and thought about buying patterned jumpers and shotguns that lined the left hand side, and then remembered what was on the right.. more of these stunning views, now dotted with towns and as puffs of cloud cleared, some taller peaks. Just been to buy some brilliant trekking boots, which I have justified to my sensibilities by also getting some peacock coloured earrings, for which I repierced my ears on the side of the road while a cow watched.
Using dial-up internet in the tourism office to communicate with you now. Its half twelve and hungry again so off to buy some sandwiches for a picnic by the lake with bicycles. My companion is wearing shorts and teeshirt and I don't think he will survive the trip. Nevermind.

2 comments:

DJC said...

realy enjoying reading all this stuff

Dad

Anonymous said...

Hey Lizzy! I found your blog through facebook. Pondicherry sounds fantastic, and India sounds as random and wonderful as ever, (a funeral procession just as your moped ran out of petrol? Only in India.)

I've decided to rectify my lack of a facebook photo - would you mind if I pinched one of the photos you took of all of us in Hampi and posted here on your blog, to use?

I'm glad to hear you're still having an awesome time in India anyway. Will keep following your adventures.

Nabs