Pondicherry: Give time a break
this is what is written on the back of the rickshaw driver's shirt as four of us squeeze daily into the tiny rickshaw that takes us into town. And how true it is. Our breakfasts and lunches usually last about two hours because of the laid back lifestyle. We have walked the streets of Pondi several times over and have already found our favorite local hang outs. We have made several new friends already from around the world. The joys are boundless. I would have to say the most difficult part so far are the bathrooms. Showers are basically a water spicket and a bucket and washing clothes is done with the said bucket and some pantene pro-v. mmmm. our beds are the equivilant of a board with some hay on top so you can imagine how well we've been sleeping. But who needs sleep when you can hang out at the beach anytime you want right?
Yesterday we were able to see our rickshaw and test drive one. it is a glorious masterpiece. I can't wait until I know how to upload photos. If anyone sees Erika tell her that they have hand painted her logo right on the front and we have all decided that bill murry's face looks like young caddy shack murry. Tonight we head to our grandeous new years party that they have spend two days preparing and decorating for. Energy is very high and we are looking forward to hitting the road and not getting killed by these buses from hell. Oh and we have not had a case of the Dheli belly yet (knock on wood). I think Grant will be the first to get it, well maybe mark because he keeps buying tap water to drink. Hope all is well in the good ol' states of america. love, britt