(Continued because the Internet is so slow here) Directly across the street is the bus stop, marked (possibly) by an inconspicuous yellow pole. There’s a convenience store (although everything in India is essentially a convenience store) called Quick Pick & Retail Store. The road you see is the busy ECR (East Coast Road), which runs from Chennai to Pondy.
A continuing list of moments that just feel like *India*, in all of its divine chaos.
1. Squeezing 5 girls into an autorickshaw, roaring down the ECR (East Coast Road) around 11pm, tail lights blazing in our faces. I got to sit criss-cross-applesauce on Alex’s lap.
2. With Nassi, sneaking into/being invited to the cultural program of the Microfinance Conference at the university here. The program was across the street, at a beach resort. Students performed traditional dances, sang songs in Hindi and Malayalm, played Beethoven on a keyboard—all with one or two days’ notice.