







This weekend we (
kevin,
kelly and I) went to the city of Chennai (
formerly Madras) the hometown of our Prof.
Gajanan.
We flew. The Indian domestic flight experience is...well it makes you
thankfull forhome.
The first two nights we stayed in a pretty cool hotel. The best part about it was that it was next to the super-expensive Sheraton. We went over there for dinner. It's all marble, and was the first time since
ive been in India that I felt
schleppy. We asked the receptionist about the
restaurants.
"Well, we have two
restaurants. The one on the first floor is Chinese and its very good, but the one on the second floor is the best
restaurant in the world, so I guess you should go there."
Um Alright..
The "best
restaurant in the world" was indeed something, but because it had prices to reflect its status we went with the
Chinese place, which was very good. except i ate a green chili which was so hot it made my ears burn. who ever heard of that? the waiter brought me something made with
yogurt and beans and that was much better.
That first day we went around with
Gaj. Saw his old stomping grounds and what have you. The best part was the coffee.
What can I say about the coffee? It was the best coffee I ever had in my life. I didn't even know coffee could be that good. But there it was, coffee from the heavens. I must learn to make it!
We did a lot of shopping that day.
Gaj took us to a place that his friend owned and they gave us a discount. Got some sweet stuff.
Then we went over to the big mall. We've been to places before that think they are malls but this place actually was. Had lunch with
Gaj's family, his wife, 14-year-old daughter, and 10-year-old son. Then Mrs.
Gaj took me shopping for Indian clothes and I did quite well.
Later we went back to
Gaj's father's house. He is a lawyer so it was pretty nice. We did the tour and had some tea. We took
Manu, the 10-year-old, on the roof which he was really excited about.
Then
Gaj took Kevin shopping and he got a killer suit. Meanwhile Mrs.
Gaj, Kelly and I went around in the market and Mrs.
Gaj told us about the produce and what things are and what they are called etc. We saw them making great big flower chains.
The next day we (
kevin,
kelly and i, the
Gajs stayed in Chennai) woke up early and got a driver to take us to
Ponicherry, which is a former french colony down the coast.
On the way we stopped at
Auroville, which is a "utopia" filled with western ex-pats trying to live in harmony with the divine. its super weird. They have a giant golden
epcot ball for meditation. no one marries and no one with aids is allowed in... draw your own conclusions.
best quote,
kelly; "We need to look for Amelia Earhart here"
Pondicherry is weird because it looks like
France if India invaded.
We had a frustrating afternoon which involved our driver being detained for nearly killing two police officers by speeding and swerving and generally not listening to direction.
Here is where I will explain the "Hindu Yes" which is something we are constantly dealing with but specifically effected us this weekend..
Ask a question to someone, a driver, a hotel worker, a receptionist, someone on the street a yes or no question such as "do you know where this
restaurant is?", "if we drop off laundry now, can we have it by tomorrow?", "can i use this
atm?", "do you know where the post office is?"
they will wiggle their heads (think ear to shoulder) and say "yes" or "
ok" and then walk away quickly if they can.
what that actually means is "i have no idea what you just said" or "
probably not"
this causes problems.
especially with drivers. the public transportation here is difficult to navigate and frightening, so we take a lot of rickshaws and cars. when you ask someone to take you somewhere and they say they know where it is, then drive for about 10 minutes and start asking people it gets pretty frustrating.
that night in
pondicherry after a series of frustrations we had dinner at a nice french
restaurant filled with ex-pats. after some good food and french wine we were happy campers.
sunday we went to
Mahalibalipuram, which is a set of sandstone sculptures from 500ad. they are pretty cool and show the port-
cosmopolitan status of the town.
however, it draws a lot of
indian tourists. some of whom, young men, had apparently never seen
american women before and they followed us around like horny puppies. we hired a guide who was very informative but not helpful in shooing off our trail. the fact that it was 105 wasn't helping our patience with the
situation.
after that we went to the beach for a while, then decided to skip everything else and go back to Chennai and catch up with the
Gajs.
On the way back we put Sargent Pepper's in the car's CD player. On hearing "I get by with a little help" the driver said:
"This music is prayer?"
we laughed and said no.
"Church? This music is for Christ?"
"No," I said, "This is for John Lennon"
he was
subsequently shocked by the rooster in "Good Morning".
Now we're back in Hyderabad. I don't think we're going to go anywhere this weekend, we'll hang around here and try to take in some more local sites.
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