We are coming to the end of our stay, only one more day after today. Every morning when we wake up there are black kites circling outside our window. John reckons there are up to about 50 of them within sight.
They ride the thermals, rising higher and higher. We are one side of the hotel and the view is a sort of microcosm of India. You look in one direction and you see what you would imagine a typical Indian city would look like.
The other direction you get a much more 21st century look.
And then of course, straight down, you see the hidden India.
Yesterday and today there has been a transport strike, essentially by commercial vehicles, lorries etc. but taxi cabs have joined in. They are protesting against the fixing of speed governors to their vehicles in an attempt to make them obey speed limits. This does not appear to have left roads much emptier, the auto rickshaws and bikes seem to have filled any available spaces.
We went for a walk to Cauvery, one of John’s favourite stores, and apparently becoming one of Maria’s. Just how many sandalwood carvings, enamelled bowls and embroidered bags do we need?
John is totally fascinated by the bamboo scaffolding.
Mind you, even I was impressed by this one. To think people actually work up on those platforms!
We strolled back to the hotel and had a beer and lunch in the bar and then sat out by the pool for a while. I thought about taking a dip, but I haven’t got a cossy with me.
