19.02.2010 - 26.02.2010
Pondicherry didn’t really live up to expectation. The former old French state has a quieter by comparison French area but it is still not very welcoming. It was just a bit over priced for our liking. The lesson I learnt was not to go looking at rooms in the dark. When we woke the next morning, the poorly lit bathroom had clean floors but the walls were covered with dirt nearly as dense as the pink pattern painted on them. At this stage I can’t understand how the tiled walls to approximately head height can be so grubby. We played the tip toe game but with our finger tips. It was cheap but a little too cheap. We stumbled across a recently opened guest house in the Indian side of town where our room hadn’t been slept in and it had a hot shower. Oh it was heaven .. heaven with a million horns installed and random singers and chanters at 4-5am.