Sue and I left , the heavenly oasis of Quiet, the Healing Centre, Auroville for a 3 hour taxi ride to Tiruvannamalai (famous sacred hill and temple town). She checked in to the Singing Heart ashram then we went in to town for a delicious thali lunch (around 2.30 euros for two!)…..little did I know that I wouldn´t eat again for 41 hours.
Super Saviour Sue from Sheffield shoved to secure me a seat on the crowded Bangalore bus. BUS?!!....An ancient, dusty, rusty green tin can on wheels, .no luggage rack so 6 hours with a bag on my knee, wedged in between 2 Indian ladies who nodded off on my shoulder. And the “road”? The driver zigzagged and juddered over crater sized holes. There was one toilet stop in 6 hours (yes yet another Indian toilet experience).
I had asked if the bus we went the central bus station…it didn´t. I ended up getting off with no idea where I was, with luggage. Thankful for the plentiful autorickshaws and after a bumpy 1 hour ride, I was back at the haven of Alistair and Amarjits home.
A 12 hour journey in total and I felt so ill I was in bed for 33 hours and broke a 41 hour fast with a slice of toast.
But the bug wasn´t finished with me yet. No Sir. The second stage began…….. see next exciting episode!!
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