Here is the bridge that connects the Ashram (the towers on the right) with the mainland.
I love Green Palms Homes! It's just really nice, along with the people, and the food, not to mention the rooms. For Indian standards, the rooms are luxury, and it's been a real relief to be able to settle down and chill. But the time has come to leave, and sadly we went, with my last taste of delicious deep-fried bananas. (Remind me to make them when I get back!)
Earlier in our trip, back at Auroville, we had met a women who talked about someone named Amma (here is a link to her website: http://www.amritapuri.org/ ). We were only a couple hours by car away, so we decided to go to her ashram. It took six hours by boat, but we finally got there. It was the exact opposite of what I expected; an actual community, built up of huge pink apartment buildings, and a few public places.
We got there and settled into our room, then went out for dinner. There is a . . .
Earlier in our trip, back at Auroville, we had met a women who talked about someone named Amma (here is a link to her website: http://www.amritapuri.org/ ). We were only a couple hours by car away, so we decided to go to her ashram. It took six hours by boat, but we finally got there. It was the exact opposite of what I expected; an actual community, built up of huge pink apartment buildings, and a few public places.
We got there and settled into our room, then went out for dinner. There is a . . .
Western Cafe and a Western Canteen, but you can get free food at the Indian Canteen. After our long awaited eat we joined in the chanting, which took place in the great hall. Amma lead it, and I guess it was nice, but I was exhausted and couldn't really get into the spirit. We also got darshan tickets. A darshan is a hug from Amma. Yay! Hugs!
So the next day we got darshan's. I have a bad habit of raising my expectations so much that I just fall with a thud. BAM! That's what happened with darshan. There were so many stories about her curing cancer and such, so I was expected a lot more. I guess the reason I didn't get much out of it was because I didn't need healing. But I felt like I did. Just a lot of personal stuff... Anyway, she held me for a few seconds - after a three hour line-up - and then I got pushed around a bunch. I was given a tiny banana and some ashes in a tiny bag, which supposedly heal rashes. I think they work. I put some on and the bumps lesened, but it might just be my imagination.
I cried a lot from disappointment that night. In the morning I got over it. I discovered the internet room - one of my only accesses to the outside world!
That night a rat dropped off the toilet in the washroom, right when I went in. I started screaming, and it scuttled in between my legs. Mom didn't know why I was screaming, but she started screaming, and then I thought something must be wrong and kept screaming. A women came in and calmed us down, and then got some guys to hunt the rat. They grabbed it with Birch's white, crisp, clean shirt and threw it outside. I slept in fear for the rest of the week, and saw several other rodents that I hoped would never show again. (Any relatives who read this, don't freak, we haven't had another experience like this in India.) To tell the truth, I'm kinda scared to go to EUROPE now, since we'll have a strict budget (as always) and won't be able to afford to stay in nice places. I am going to be an absolute cattipillar in it's cacoon at night! Only in the morning I will not be a butterfly, I will be a girl who is terrified of sleeping again. Anyway, I guess everyone has to have the 'rat dropping on you' expeirience.
Bye,
Allie
So the next day we got darshan's. I have a bad habit of raising my expectations so much that I just fall with a thud. BAM! That's what happened with darshan. There were so many stories about her curing cancer and such, so I was expected a lot more. I guess the reason I didn't get much out of it was because I didn't need healing. But I felt like I did. Just a lot of personal stuff... Anyway, she held me for a few seconds - after a three hour line-up - and then I got pushed around a bunch. I was given a tiny banana and some ashes in a tiny bag, which supposedly heal rashes. I think they work. I put some on and the bumps lesened, but it might just be my imagination.
I cried a lot from disappointment that night. In the morning I got over it. I discovered the internet room - one of my only accesses to the outside world!
That night a rat dropped off the toilet in the washroom, right when I went in. I started screaming, and it scuttled in between my legs. Mom didn't know why I was screaming, but she started screaming, and then I thought something must be wrong and kept screaming. A women came in and calmed us down, and then got some guys to hunt the rat. They grabbed it with Birch's white, crisp, clean shirt and threw it outside. I slept in fear for the rest of the week, and saw several other rodents that I hoped would never show again. (Any relatives who read this, don't freak, we haven't had another experience like this in India.) To tell the truth, I'm kinda scared to go to EUROPE now, since we'll have a strict budget (as always) and won't be able to afford to stay in nice places. I am going to be an absolute cattipillar in it's cacoon at night! Only in the morning I will not be a butterfly, I will be a girl who is terrified of sleeping again. Anyway, I guess everyone has to have the 'rat dropping on you' expeirience.
Bye,
Allie
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