With that moment of perfection fading away, it was like I was just waking up from a dream. I felt alive. I felt fresh. But we still had a while to spend before the sun rose. A guy came along with a little tanker filled with hot coffee. We all bought the coffee at 10 bucks a cup. The plastic cup was pitifully small. Nowhere near enough to get me going. But the coffee was tasty and I have to admit, I enjoyed it!
As we waited for the sun to show up over the horizon, we took to watching the growing stream of joggers jog down the boulevard. What a SIGHT it was! In the hundreds of people jogging down the track, one beautifully endowed lady, thought it right to "reward" our nightlong wait with a very perverted game of "melon"ball(if you know what I mean)!
Just as we finished with the little cups of coffee, we realized that it was 6 25. In a few minutes the sun would be out. We were all looking forward to this. We were waiting for the Kodak moment when the sun would just peep over the horizon and illuminate the metallic waters of the Arabian. Sadly, we never got to see it.
It was 6 30 and no sign of any peeping from the sun. We had all noticed it, but we had not wanted to say it. The horizon was grudgingly guarded by a wall of clouds. So no sunrise for us. Were we heart broken? Naaaah! We just walked into Le Cafe, and blew a couple of 100 bucks on coffee and brownies. It was worth every penny. The brownies were oven fresh. The coffee had the aroma that would wake the gods up.
We did miss the sunrise, but by God! It was a perfect morning. Hot beautiful coffee, warm chocolaty brownies, a very beautiful morning sea and right people to mess around with. It is something I will remember for a long long time.
After the sun rose a little more, the pleasant morning weather started becoming rude and unsightly. We were beginning to sweat and the fact that we had been up all night sweating like pigs didn't help at all. I was sticky and uncomfortable. And some of us had to "go" to the toilet. We hadn't had breakfast either. So we got going.
It was our last day in Pondy. We had paid for three days' stay at the hotel and had to check out by noon. We got back began packing and doing the toilet stuff. The ones that had finished with bath and toilet stuff decided to go find breakfast. It was 10 in the morning and we thought we would find decent breakfast. In ten minutes, Pondy told us to go F*** ourselves. Not a single shop was open. If it was nothing was cooked.
So we got back to the hotel, empty handed. We ordered the food from the hotel kitchens itself. We were all ready and packed. Once we finished with breakfast, which I admit was filling, cheap and tasty we got our luggage and reached the reception. The payment was made. Now, we had a deal with the guys at the reception. On the first day itself we had asked them if we could leave our bags in the reception for the last day was we did not want to lug it around. They had agreed. The guy at the reception totally bailed on us on the deal. We decided to hire a room too at the place. The nerve the B****** must have had to try and rent us the room at twice the price we had hired for the last three days.
Then I had the idea of dropping off our luggage at Sid's chitappa's place. Thank god. Saved us all a 100 bucks apiece. The day was just beginning, and the long ride to chitappa's place felt awesome. It actually got us asking around and trying to know the place better. When we finally reached the place, we were greeted by an old lady. We put our luggage into a room, probably their kids' room, and left.
As to what we would do for the day, we had not planned. There were some places left out, a couple of temples, an ashram, a few churches, and not to forget, the water sports hub, the Chunambar. But before everything, we wanted to go to Nehru "Salai", Pondy's own avenue road*bangaloreans will know*. It took us quite a while to reach Nehru Salai and even longer to find parking for the vehicles.
Once we found parking we began hunting for this place suggested by Akshay's sister, for lunch. I can't quite recall the name of the restaurant though. Once we did get there we were terribly let down. The actual place, which was supposed to be a french cuisine, was already closed. It would only open in the evening again. Splendid. So we left the place and started to hunt for a place to have lunch. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached Adyar Anand Bhavan. We had all the local favourites(chilli parata) to fill our stomachs. Once we did that we decided to head to The Chunambar.
This place is located a few kilometers, maybe about 10km away from Pondy on the Cuddalore main road. It looks very welcoming and feels like a place out of the movies. When you get into the resort, you reach a backwater area, with a motor boat waiting to ferry you down to paradise beach. With a very nominal fee*100 bucks per visit*, we got onto the ferry. The backwaters look beautiful. Calm and serene with clear blue sky at the horizon.
When we docked at the little wooden dock of the paradise beach, we did not know what we were gonna be looking at. About 20 people including the 7 of us were on the ferry. They have a system where the ferry gets a set of customers and the same one takes the last set back. After initial photography, we wandered onto the beach. It was deserted. It was beautiful. White sand, blue sea. Rough waves. Only the 20 people on the beach.
As we waited for the sun to show up over the horizon, we took to watching the growing stream of joggers jog down the boulevard. What a SIGHT it was! In the hundreds of people jogging down the track, one beautifully endowed lady, thought it right to "reward" our nightlong wait with a very perverted game of "melon"ball(if you know what I mean)!
Just as we finished with the little cups of coffee, we realized that it was 6 25. In a few minutes the sun would be out. We were all looking forward to this. We were waiting for the Kodak moment when the sun would just peep over the horizon and illuminate the metallic waters of the Arabian. Sadly, we never got to see it.
It was 6 30 and no sign of any peeping from the sun. We had all noticed it, but we had not wanted to say it. The horizon was grudgingly guarded by a wall of clouds. So no sunrise for us. Were we heart broken? Naaaah! We just walked into Le Cafe, and blew a couple of 100 bucks on coffee and brownies. It was worth every penny. The brownies were oven fresh. The coffee had the aroma that would wake the gods up.
We did miss the sunrise, but by God! It was a perfect morning. Hot beautiful coffee, warm chocolaty brownies, a very beautiful morning sea and right people to mess around with. It is something I will remember for a long long time.
After the sun rose a little more, the pleasant morning weather started becoming rude and unsightly. We were beginning to sweat and the fact that we had been up all night sweating like pigs didn't help at all. I was sticky and uncomfortable. And some of us had to "go" to the toilet. We hadn't had breakfast either. So we got going.
It was our last day in Pondy. We had paid for three days' stay at the hotel and had to check out by noon. We got back began packing and doing the toilet stuff. The ones that had finished with bath and toilet stuff decided to go find breakfast. It was 10 in the morning and we thought we would find decent breakfast. In ten minutes, Pondy told us to go F*** ourselves. Not a single shop was open. If it was nothing was cooked.
So we got back to the hotel, empty handed. We ordered the food from the hotel kitchens itself. We were all ready and packed. Once we finished with breakfast, which I admit was filling, cheap and tasty we got our luggage and reached the reception. The payment was made. Now, we had a deal with the guys at the reception. On the first day itself we had asked them if we could leave our bags in the reception for the last day was we did not want to lug it around. They had agreed. The guy at the reception totally bailed on us on the deal. We decided to hire a room too at the place. The nerve the B****** must have had to try and rent us the room at twice the price we had hired for the last three days.
Then I had the idea of dropping off our luggage at Sid's chitappa's place. Thank god. Saved us all a 100 bucks apiece. The day was just beginning, and the long ride to chitappa's place felt awesome. It actually got us asking around and trying to know the place better. When we finally reached the place, we were greeted by an old lady. We put our luggage into a room, probably their kids' room, and left.
As to what we would do for the day, we had not planned. There were some places left out, a couple of temples, an ashram, a few churches, and not to forget, the water sports hub, the Chunambar. But before everything, we wanted to go to Nehru "Salai", Pondy's own avenue road*bangaloreans will know*. It took us quite a while to reach Nehru Salai and even longer to find parking for the vehicles.
Once we found parking we began hunting for this place suggested by Akshay's sister, for lunch. I can't quite recall the name of the restaurant though. Once we did get there we were terribly let down. The actual place, which was supposed to be a french cuisine, was already closed. It would only open in the evening again. Splendid. So we left the place and started to hunt for a place to have lunch. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached Adyar Anand Bhavan. We had all the local favourites(chilli parata) to fill our stomachs. Once we did that we decided to head to The Chunambar.
This place is located a few kilometers, maybe about 10km away from Pondy on the Cuddalore main road. It looks very welcoming and feels like a place out of the movies. When you get into the resort, you reach a backwater area, with a motor boat waiting to ferry you down to paradise beach. With a very nominal fee*100 bucks per visit*, we got onto the ferry. The backwaters look beautiful. Calm and serene with clear blue sky at the horizon.
When we docked at the little wooden dock of the paradise beach, we did not know what we were gonna be looking at. About 20 people including the 7 of us were on the ferry. They have a system where the ferry gets a set of customers and the same one takes the last set back. After initial photography, we wandered onto the beach. It was deserted. It was beautiful. White sand, blue sea. Rough waves. Only the 20 people on the beach.
