Puducherry

Day 90 & 91.

It was our first Indian night bus and boy was it a pleasant surprise, oddly it was also our nicest accommodation in India to date! Upper deck, double bed with aircon, privacy and a view, absolute treat.

12 comfortable hours later we arrived in Pudacherry, a small (for Indian standards) French style town on the east coast of India. Checked into the droid hostel at 5am, the place looked like it had come directly out of the hostel horror movie set, but they had a bed for us at least..

We headed out for what on paper (and the lonely planet) sounds like you're ideal romantic evening, strolling the bustling central canal past fresh colonial cafes before reaching the coast to watch the sun set down whilst sipping on your first Indian beer. Reality however can sometimes put you in check and our night actually consisted of covering our nose (and hiding eyes if possible) whenever within 50 meters of the central canal, dodging street touts and overpriced tourist menus to reach the coast, only to be joined by countless rats if you can call these 2 foot long beasts rats that is. First Indian beer however did live up to expectations and allowed us to have a great evening together as always regardless.

Woke on the second day to find a smiling limbster up from her bunk, eye mask on head and in my face at 7.05am. It was a snap decision but we decided in that moment this place just wasn't for us, after laboriously negotiating our way out of our two night booking we had a bus booked for that evening for Hampi.Read more