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The official start of our road trip we consider the morning of October 13, when we woke up in Auroville, got on the bike by 9am and really "hit the road." We were in sweltering traffic for an hour, then traveled along the breezy East Coast Road to the small city of Kairakal. The road meandered through small temple towns and villages built primarily of thatching. We followed the endless grids of rice paddies, few of them cultivating. But here and there would be a square patch of vibrant green in a expanse of overturned dirt. We met the people and conversed in the language of smiles and waves. Mostly, we felt foreign, like black Martians being propelled through these lands of rice and palm. Take a look. View Gallery »
Oh, I remember these downs, this hillside and downside that goes on for ages and never seems to get old. On the day we walked it had threatened to rain but decided to stay cloudy instead. The sun was passing through like a beacon of light, searching for us. But it didn't catch us. We stole into town and got beers instead.