after a 13 hour bus ride, we are relieved to use our legs. To the beach!
but shortly after starting we had to stop. How often do you see people worshipping a baby-eating blood-drinking cobra mother?
we're getting closer...
glorious
sitting at Le Cafe drinking 'buch, looking out
ahh
...pulled back again later that day
and then to Le Space (everything here starts with Le, the French colony wouldnt have it any other way)
Le Space, the roof, mojitos, some characters, a perfect breeze, a big moon
how do you reverse this thing
now we can really call ourselves hyderabadasses
-- and we're off! To Auroville (20 minutes away)-- commune in the woods/at the beach where everyone has a project, Aurovillian citizenship, Aurovillian currency. Our friends live in open palm roof huts in the camp called "Adventure" with an outdoor kitchen/eating hut and a windmill
Upasana Design Center where our friend from Language School Jacqui is volunteering-- archives of Indian textiles, hurricane relief projects, production center for clothes that sell at stores around India
i've never seen so many clothes at the beach
we might have never gotten out,
but we love getting hustled, so...
next day starts with speed, a blur of conifers
the granite mines, oasis beyond all... after some hesitation just had to say fuck it and shut my brain off and jump. so high.
floated on my back forever looking at the sky and watching the water breathe toward me and then away with every stroke of my arms
miss molly agrees, the best day
4:45? Already? Uh oh--
aw man.
no camping, really guys?
let's drop out of school and be forgotten
there's still the ride back with the gang...
