The old French colonial town of Pondicherry. Nice place this - a parting reminder that the French did at some stage have a small foothold in India!
The town's straight boulevards and beach promenade were pleasing to the eye, while a vast assortment of good restaurants made for a welcome break from colon damaging local cusine. French pate, fish, and strong black coffee appeared on our table every night washed down with chilled Kingfisher. Noice!
The food aside, "Pondy" soon got a little boring - the strong rips make this a definite no-no for swimming - but we managed a break from the tedium when we appeared in our Indian first music video. Marit managed to turn heads with a rip-roaring guitar solo (it went something like: "twang, twang, twang") while the film crew looked on in awe. I, meanwhile, was forced to straddle a rock and mime to the hip-hop esque lyrics pouring forth from the singers' mouths - in short I looked like a class-a twit!
The town's straight boulevards and beach promenade were pleasing to the eye, while a vast assortment of good restaurants made for a welcome break from colon damaging local cusine. French pate, fish, and strong black coffee appeared on our table every night washed down with chilled Kingfisher. Noice!
The food aside, "Pondy" soon got a little boring - the strong rips make this a definite no-no for swimming - but we managed a break from the tedium when we appeared in our Indian first music video. Marit managed to turn heads with a rip-roaring guitar solo (it went something like: "twang, twang, twang") while the film crew looked on in awe. I, meanwhile, was forced to straddle a rock and mime to the hip-hop esque lyrics pouring forth from the singers' mouths - in short I looked like a class-a twit!
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