Mamallapuram - Croc city

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After a restless night, the bastard Europeans kept me awake with their shit music and general, merry attitude I ventured to the bike hire stall with Andrew. Hired a superb little bicycle, it had a bell and aluminous green tassels hanging from the chassis, nice. It was called, Jet - as powerful as an OX.

Frantically pedaled 17km to the Crocodile bank, I was warned by Steve that it’s a grueling journey but didn’t expect it too be that tough. Though it was worth it, lots of species of turtles (splinter was not their master) and crocodile were flaunting their stuff. We had an opportunity to get a picture inside a crocodiles mouth but weren’t brave enough. Took an amazing video of a little turtle swimming.

After all of that reptilian fun we ventured back to Mamallapuram, but with the wind on our back the journey was e.a.s.y.

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