On the bus to Mamallapuram
So, we arrived in New Delhi, India. Yippee. The first thing I saw; smog, smog, smog and more SMOG. Everything metres in front of me was blurred in a thick grey haze. We made a point of not going outside, and switched airplanes to fly to Chennai. Okay, I was pretty silly to think that Chennai would be like Chiang Mai, which I'd been to earlier in Thailand. Chennai, Chang Mai? What's the difference? Oh ya, EVERYTHING. The streets were filthy with dirt and it didn't smell too good at all. We retreated to our hotel room and spent the night. In the morning Dad went to look for a train station and Mom insisted we walk for breakfast. The last night had been dark and we hadn't seen anything, so Mom wasn't aware of our surroundings. We got about a block before turning around. The air TASTED bad, which said a lot, and all the people cooking food were using their bare hands, which they also use instead of toilet paper, and usually don't bother to wash. When we got back into the hotel room I admit I started to cry. All my expectations about India were coming true. All of India would be like this. Then Mom told me, as if she'd thought I'd already known, that Chennai was the 4th largest city in India! Dad came back a long time later and said . . .
he'd got lost, but found the train station, which turned out to be full. He and Mom went to get us some breakfast and came back a few hours later with a snack, that would have to hold us up for a while. Then they went out AGAIN to look for the bus station that had a bus to a small town called Mamallapuram. What were me and Birch doing during these long hours of waiting, do you ask? Nothing. I ate one of the vege-patties while Birch ate the rest. Did I mention I was sick? Or at least I felt sick? I'd rather not get into details, but let's just say the three most common symptoms of sickness, except x10. It was like a light switch, clicking on and off. We left Chennai that afternoon and headed to Mamallapuram.
Allie
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