Pondicherry - Republic day

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Shared a taxi with a French group, tried to educate me on bartering with autorickshaw drivers, obviously they didn’t know they were talking to a master.

The drive to Pondicherry from Mamallapuram was short, only two hours. First impressions: Indian city with a bit of French charm. Pretty blooming trees line heritage French buildings and a smell of fresh bread and garlic linger in the air, as well as sewage and spices.

Eventually found a guesthouse, everywhere was full because it was republic day. I should have stayed in Mamallapuram. Not very nice: a park-bench bed with two blankets for a mattress, stone walls and a shared squat toilet but it had an ashram ambience and great acoustics for the guitar. I could really feel those bass notes.

Spent the evening understanding the layout of the city, eating and playing the guitar. I met the devil in New Delhi railway station and sold my soul for the his guitar tunings, Robert Johnson is taking over my fingers.

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