Minka Aire Remote Troubleshoot

Wakelige steps in Pondicherry

On Tuesday morning, Claudia complains of not quite housebroken stool. So we start without proper morning meal, but with bananas, biscuits and water to the bus station, where once again everything goes back quite fast. Where we sit we must not explain more because wherever. Our next goal is Pondicherry. The first three hours are very pleasant, almost soporific boring, flat and straight. Our stomachs will thank. In Villapuram we will change, to travel the last 40 km in about an hour. 40 km / h are the way that applies to virtually all India average maximum cruising speed, whether for car, bus or train. This last hour has it but, because our bus has a very loud horn, our driver operated almost continuously and extensively this long and this is quite a torture for our troubled minds anyway. So we are happy, then to arrive in Pondicherry, where we the Information Centre of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram visit and finally found in a number of its houses, two very cheap and tip-top clean room.

Pondicherry still has something franösisches flair and walk along with us a lot of people on the evening of the beach promenade. We are hungry (even I feel appetite) and go to a restaurant, right at the other end of the beach promenade, but with a terrace overlooking the sea. But when the half, which is styled on the map on this posh restaurants do not have, we leave it again. Lasagne there are unfortunately at the moment and not just a soup, which I've been glad was currently "not available". We were recommended to the "Le Cafe" to go, which lies in the middle of the beach promenade. There, there was lasagna. So, back to march again all. In "Le Cafe" is lasagna, and even then to actually have to order one now. It takes quite a while before they come, which we interpret each as a good sign, since one can assume that the goods are prepared fresh. And it really is. Only a small hook, the lasagna. Instead of pasta are just slices of toast in it!?? We need to laugh and it can not believe it. So, would anyone order in India once a lasagne, then pray not only for non-vegetarian or vegetarian, but after non-pasta pasta or ask, right? At least we can keep all the lasagna ... I mean in our stomachs.
Yes, and as we have recently, apparently but a bit late and politically not quite as high as currently is again such a great message from Switzerland and decided to change our travel plans spontaneously: Our next goal is a chemical factory that here should be close and will offer in their outlet shop and growth hormones for children. Of course not for Sami, he is old and big enough, but Louis and Alice need to set our return in June still pretty. Maybe we'll even make you a one to two-week intensive cure, and give up a few days beach holiday in Mamallapuram, in Rajasthan and the Taj Mahal, because since they are not yet twelve years old, they nevertheless have until our return 1.50 m to be big, so we do not have child seats need to buy for them. THE SPIDER, THE Helvetii!
(Rémy)

Here is the link to the map