the coastal road south
do you know where we are?
Fi can't say the place name yet alone spell it so bear with us please.....
mamalapuram > 50 km south of chennai, 2 hours by government bus
we got on a bus in chennai, almost ended up going north as i got confused with the pronounciation. yes, so it took about an hour leaving the city, never thought we would see the outside of a city again. then we saw the rolling waves and sand dunes of the sea of bengal.. monkeyrat!!
staying in a groovy beachside appartment with ensuite and swimming pool - hardlife.... we are actually starting to get a sun tan now and it feels great cleansing the skin with clean sea water!
more temples tomorrow, by foot, by bike.. but certainly not by rickshaw! sorry wallaa (name for young indian boy)
we are here til saturday, maybe
Fi can't say the place name yet alone spell it so bear with us please.....
mamalapuram > 50 km south of chennai, 2 hours by government bus
we got on a bus in chennai, almost ended up going north as i got confused with the pronounciation. yes, so it took about an hour leaving the city, never thought we would see the outside of a city again. then we saw the rolling waves and sand dunes of the sea of bengal.. monkeyrat!!
staying in a groovy beachside appartment with ensuite and swimming pool - hardlife.... we are actually starting to get a sun tan now and it feels great cleansing the skin with clean sea water!
more temples tomorrow, by foot, by bike.. but certainly not by rickshaw! sorry wallaa (name for young indian boy)
we are here til saturday, maybe
4 Comments:
At November 30, 2004 1:04 pm, Anonymous said…
Eh Bilikans and Miss Bilikans, sounds like a treat to behold. Keep the updates nice and regular. We've got our little get together this weekend for the babys head wetting and my 30th b'day so I'll let you know how that goes if I can remember. I'm a bit nervous to tell you the truth. Not really used to the (really) high life these days. Can a leopard change its spots?
Yip Yip
A bad joke
Surinder's uncle was booked into an SIA flight to Bombay. But as this was his first time in an airplane, he made a few preparations that were out of place. When the stewardess came around to take orders for the in-flight meal, the uncle declared loudly, "I have brought my own lunch. Make sure you don't charge me for food and drinks!"
So, as everybody was given their in-flight meal, the uncle began spreading out his own home-cooked meal. The man sitting next to him was an American history researcher, who was curious about the food. "Excuse me, what is that drink?" he asked.
The uncle picked up the yogurt-based lassi drink and said, "Milk of India!"
The the uncle took out several pieces of chapattis and started feasting. "And what is that dish?" asked the curious American.
"Wheat of India!" replied the uncle proudly.
Finally, the uncle took out some desserts. He offered some to the American.
"What is it?" asked the American.
"Sweet of India!" replied the old man.
After the meal, everyone was settling down when there was a loud "Pooooooooot!" from the uncle.
"What was that?" asked the American in disgust.
The old man replied coolly, "That's Air India!"
At December 01, 2004 10:48 am, Anonymous said…
Hey guys, great to read your adventures. Missing you already. Just a quick note to say have lots of fun and keep posting your tales. Can u upload any pictures or point me to any sites with photos of your area on? Seen any paragliders yet, my feet are itching to visit you!! I'm off flying now, laters monkey rats...........foxy xx
At December 28, 2004 6:32 am, Anonymous said…
jim you have the most exciting life! good for you! enjoy!
:) kaylee
At December 28, 2004 6:33 am, Anonymous said…
hey travellers!
so sorry to miss ya go
but very glad to hear that you will be right here on my computer screen
with tales in tow!
and wishin you the bestest of times
and looking forward to more prequels and sequels
big love to ya both
worthy
xxx
ps this message just bounces back from the monkey rats one...
pps whats the story behind monkey rats? eh?
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