|pondicherry, India - doomed|
Everything in Pondy, hotels,
cafes, smoking habits (non smoking everywhere), way of dressing, orbits
around Sri Aurobindo Ashram. It's a bit disturbing. The Ashram is a beautiful
flower garden smelling tomb. We spend three days here and on the last
evening we bump into a music - dance festival pretty amusing.
Odissa traditional dance is
very aesthetic. Every few minutes the dance comes to a still of a beautifully
arranged human-costume-make up set up full of Indian mystic symbolism.
Next morning is systematic
packing up which has become an approximately one hour systematic ritual.
Everything still fits in our surprisingly small and compact one year rucksack
and handbag. We've got two new huge pieces of foam to pack in for Vaio.
At 3pm we catch a sleeper 22
hours train to Trivandrum. East to west coast, really south. On the train,
99% Indians, everybody seems to get themselves very busy with nothing
for hours until 7, when everybody starts getting the beds ready. This
consists of lowering the backs of the sofa-seats and fitting the bedding.
They spend around 2 hours doing this.
In the morning, another few hours getting up, undoing the bedding, folding up seats, combing hair. Tea and coffee boys make inexhaustible rounds up and down the coaches.