After a troublesome bus ride to Pondicherry bus stand, a crappy tamil movie with a dance sequence in the middle of violence followed by crappier tamil tunes and a sliding window letting in cold wind every few minutes, I got off the bus, unwrapping the shawl and then taking off the sweatshirt welcoming heat. After a bad attack of acidity calmed down with a coke, we set off to watch the sunrise on the beach. A 3 km walk intruded every few minutes by a musical auto rickshaw telling us he could take us to a cheap hotel and we just refused "Venda" like a million times. So we reached Beach Rd, flooded with morning joggers, some determined to lose weight, some enjoying a morning stroll, some who wanted to lose weight but didn't look like
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