India

The internet here is ancient in some places..no letters on the keyboards and the wiring a web of entanglement.

The vehicles which moves the bodies around in India are either 2-3 or 4 wheels.. no matter how small or large a riksha's, a truck, or a bus ..it is the most amazing experience to see bodies hanging of it.

On a small 200 cc motorbike….mum, dad and three children fit on it, the mother in a flowing sari flapping in the wind. And every one looking so happy and laughing.

For us in the riksha's we are squashed with three together ..some riksha's fly past with 7 or 8 bodies jammed in it, half of them hanging outside

A public bus is even more harrowing to watch they move past in tremendous speeds with simply every inch packed tight, animals and all.

Pondicherry we went to yesterday and found  the beach which is a wonderful word but hardly applies to a beach in Pondicherry which made my eyes`water for the masses amount of rubble .

I have not yet managed to see the beauty in all this garbage …I am working on it and still again I shall give it all I can.

Here in Auroville we hang out the whole evening in kind of rambling but clean café Indian style ..great salads and hummus and paw-paw juice and catching up with the locals from around the world.

Everyone has a story to tell.

Walking back to the guest house in the pitch dark forest  we wondered where the tigers where hiding….