there is an overnight bus that
travels to pondicherry
on the coast of the bay of bengal..
it is a sleeper,
you actually book a bunk
where you can stretch out
and... if you are lucky...
i had been up late the night before..
at the movies
sleep came easy..
the rains had come to bangalore
and followed us~
swade and victor and me..
so pondi and auroville's red mud
(hello, north carolina!)
caked up happily on the bottom of our shoes..
we are waiting for our pass to
the matri mandhir..
the centre of auroville..
the huge ..biggest in the world, i'm told..
(well, the biggest in southeast asia)
crystal that juices up this coastal region.
we are staying in the middle of the forest
with an indian family;
duray, the papa of two,
has been in auroville since he was seven.
he actually helped build the meditation hall..
lunch at the solar kitchen..o my o
it is muggy, moist and mosquito-y..
perfect indian weather, acha?