I brought in the new year at a little-known beach in southern Maharashtra. I mostly bummed on the sand and read (few visitors meant that it began to feel like a private beach), but I also managed to fit in walks through quiet village lanes, scuba diving to visit the fishes underwater, a visit to a sea fort, a […]
Mother was slightly concerned when she discovered that, in Mahabalipuram, we would be staying in a hotel facing the beach. She likes the water just fine, but her major worry was I would spend our three days here just bumming on the beach and reading. She is not wrong to be concerned. What I’m reading: Chasing the Monsoon by Alexander Frater
When asked how does one get to Tranquebar, people will stare at you blankly. After hurried Googling, you discover that Tranquebar is Tharangambadi. To get to Tharangambadi from Kumbakonam, you have to change buses at Mayiladuthurai. How long does it take to learn the names and then be able to say them? Much too long, and people will still giggle at your pronunciations.
We’re in Tranquebar on a day trip but after seeing the charming hotel, The Bungalow on the Beach, I’m already questioning my judgement of not having booked a room here. We haven’t explored the place yet since our stomachs were rumbling in protest but I love what I’ve seen so far.
What I’m reading: The Age for Love by Paul Bourget
The hotel has a few books left behind by travellers but they’re all in French or German. I tried to struggle through a beautiful edition of The Arabian Nights but I already seem to have forgotten all my French lessons from school.