This trip and this blog entry both are very special. The trip is special in negative sense but the blog is in positive sense (hopefully). Trip is special because out of 59 hours of my travel I was in town only for 19 hours, and rest of the time we were in the journey. It took 26 hours in the bus from Chennai to Kanyakumari (KK) and 14 hours by train in return. The blog is special because it has been co-authored by my fellow travellers of the trip: Vikas (Sharma, the one in the Kodai trip) and Saubeer (Mann, who made the statue shrink back).
This is the first time I am co-authoring so instead of doing काट-छाँट I am adding their part as they have given. At the end I will continue it and finish the trip. Hope you enjoy it and please feel free to comment on it. And pleassseeee do not read what they have written about me and the blue sentences are my comments.
Vikas narrates:
3 folks and one mission, Kanyakumari, the southern most point of the country.
On the very Friday we were to leave, it became quite clear in the afternoon that it was not going to be an easy ride to Kanyakumari. The rain gods were mad, at 2.00 pm it was so overcast, it seemed we are in the middle of the night, and the city was flooded like I have never seen before. Cut to 6.30 pm, I and Ashish leave the office for our house, to get the bags packed and set off. We meet Saubeer on the main road after 20 minutes. And it’s from here on that we start on the path of the common misery and ordeal that awaited us.
Its raining moderately and we are looking for an auto to take us to Koyembedu bus stand. But where the hell are the autowallas, few that were coming our way wanted a fortune for the trip, and we weren’t exactly a group of prince, so we couldn't afford it and hence plan B. Plan B was to go to T-nagar bus stand and catch a bus to Koyembedu, oh, that’s simple. So we take an auto to T-nagar, bus stand and enquire about bus to Koyembedu. And to our surprise there is a Volvo Super f#$%ing deluxe AC bus, Man, is this CHENNAI or New York????, but all excitement was just for a fleeting moment. The bus was jam packed, however we somehow sneak in with our luggage. Now there is absolutely no space for a soul. We move, not exactly move, we stand and the bus crawls and I am definitely positive we did overtake three pedestrians. Ok, it wasn’t that bad but the traffic was really horrible. We were progressing at a snail pace and the driver at his wish kept on picking up passengers in the bus. He was actually very generous when it came to females or married women. None of them on the road were left disappointed, all of them were in the bus. So the load factor kept on increasing and the AC bus turned into a stinking enclosure with hardly an inch to move.
I was in an awkward position with my luggage in one hand and the other hand tightly holding onto the bars in the bus, and there is this elderly gentleman falling on to me. He was facing the other side, and I was tall enough to have a look at his bald head. I really feel sorry for my left hand which was molested as it was royally pressed against the old gentleman’s backside (read a%#). It seemed like an eternity, the bus kept on moving but never felt like reaching Koyembedu. And this is exactly when I made a statement to Saubeer “It can’t get worse than this”. To my dismay, there was someone up there, who was hell-bent on proving me wrong not once but so many times during the next 24 hours. The bus was cruising through the waters on the road and suddenly there is this jolt and water came bursting into the bus. Yes you are right, into the bus.
Ashish was lucky, he was standing on sort of a podium, and was wearing floaters too. Unlucky as we were, me and Saubeer, our shoes were completely drenched and I could feel water inside my shoes, the socks were completely wet. So much so for the Volvo AC bus. Now that wasn’t the end of it. The bus was stuck in the jam and was heading nowhere, so we decided to get off in between around a km and half from the bus stand.
Water water everywhere, not a small piece of land to walk. We are on the road and Mr Ashish wikimapia Bansal guides us that the bus stand is on the other side of the road. We are crossing the road, and there is this divider 2-3 feet high, we climb it with the bags in our hands, and we start walking on it, thinking it’s not a bad idea to walk on, as everything else seemed to be immersed in water. Also, it wasn’t a cake walk, there were bushes and trees planted in between the divider, so what we had to do was to walk right on the edge of it. My adidas shoes do have a funny kinda sole, it makes a screeching noise while walking when wet but what I was more concerned with was it tends to skid a lot on wet surface. I was failing to keep pace with Ashish and Saubeer who seemed to have mastered the skill. Hence I decided to walk a bit fast, though still cautiously. Also, the huge trucks and buses zooming past us from both sides, weren’t really helping the cause. As all good things come to an end, so did this walk. We get down and enquire and realize that we need to go left now, and what do we see there, no surprises… water and more water.
The whole journey looked doomed to me now, there was no way on the earth that we are walking through this shit. You really have to trade your ego to cross the road wading through the knee length level water. However, we gear up to the task, fold our jeans, remember our gods and then we start thinking, in that order. There is this bus crossing the road and Ashish almost convinces us to board the bus just to cross the road and then again back to our feet. However, me and Saubeer are a bit apprehensive. We are good rule abiding Chennai citizens, we don’t travel without paying for the tickets. So ultimately, we decide on the more doable option, an auto. Luckily, we get it right on the very first go, a rarity, and we hop into it.
The three of us in the auto with feet tucked up in order to avoid any further water damage, we resembled kangaroos. Finally, as we were destined to, after an eventful journey, we reach Koyembedu bus stand. By this time I was totally disoriented, and the little excitement if that was there, wasn’t reflecting. Luckily, the other two chaps still seemed in good spirits, they started doing rounds and enquiring about buses to Kanyakumari or Madurai. As fate would have it, there was a bus to Kanyakumari, but it left sometime back. Meets expectations, I would say. After checking the bus fares and a thorough competitor analysis, these guys narrow it down to a travel agent and we get three tickets to ourselves for Madurai. And, hence the trip was on.
After a Volvo AC bus for one bus stand to another within a city to dingy deluxe bus from one city to another, it couldn’t have been more ironical. And no surprises again, we get the best seats in the house, at the very end. Come on, atleast one thing…for the love of god, atleast one thing should go right, but no. Reluctantly, we take it. Somebody up there was really mad at us. Me and Saubeer sit together, I take the window seat and Ashish takes up the one on the other side.
Oh btw, in all the hassle, the three of us didn’t even have our dinner. We are sitting in the bus and waiting for it to move. But everything in life doesn’t come easy, be patient. Not because you should, because you don’t have any other option. At last the bus starts and so does the melodrama, which we were so afraid of. It’s an inherent risk that comes along with any bus journey in the Tam land. The Tamil cinema. It was miracle in itself, we were witnessing a tamil movie, which was ages ahead, which was way better than matrix in the action sequences, Spielberg couldn’t have directed it so well, damn Brad Pitt, this guy was the dude of all the dudes. Only small problem was, hell, we aren’t interested in watching it. But it seemed the bus was carrying a set of passengers with a hearing problem, and the speakers were blasting all the way. Long live the guy who was responsible for the pirated DVD, we didn’t have to suffer long and it got stuck.
It’s around 11.15 pm and it’s been more than an hour and we have hardly covered 500 meters, the bus is stuck in the jam, it’s excruciatingly painful to see the bus crawl centimeters. But things were to get worse. The bus goes hits a hole in the road, shakes a bit, tilts on the left hand side and the engine shuts. The driver tries to start the engine, but it seems we weren’t the only one deprived of luck. Things were only getting worse since I made the legendary statement, “things can’t get worse than this”. Now, we are in the middle of the road stuck in the jam and the bus aint moving. Wow.
After getting rid of all the hope that the bus is going to start soon, we come out of the bus after sometime. Hungry as we were, we did scout for any shops nearby, but that really wasn’t one of our best days. I try to convince the other guys that it would be a nice idea to head home now instead of Kanyakumari as it’s already too late. Saubeer somewhat agreed to it, but the traveler and explorer in Ashish didn’t give up. So I gave up, and agonizingly waited and waited and waited. We witness the jam clear up and all the buses make their way through the road, except ours, which is still somewhat struggling to come into action.
I was just hoping that the bus never starts, we are reimbursed our money and we head home. Wishful thinking! But on that day anything I said or thought had to be proved wrong, somebody was royally pissed off with me. Its 2.00 am and the bus starts, wow. It’s the nail in the coffin, the journey begins once again. Guess what now, the jam that cleared up while our bus was stuck, but now is again right in place, just as to bless our journey going forth. We take another 45 minutes to hit a clean road, a highway. The bus must have hit a speed of 60-70 kms per hour. And I swear it didn’t take me more than a minute to doze off. We had already seen too much for a day and we wished that tomorrow would be new day.
The next day is bright and sunny, in contrast to the weather in Chennai, when we left. Good it was that it did dry up our wet socks overnight, which were hanging by on the rear of the front seat. The bus stops somewhere for snacks and Ashish gets down to get us some breakfast. Me and Saubeer had a good excuse of not getting down, we didn’t want to put on the shoes. It was good for Ashish too, he had the wonderful opportunity to have his favourite drink in peace, Naariyal Paani. We had vadas and pakodas for breakfast, and it was so oily that after eating if I run hands through my hair and comb it. I would be a perfect mumma’s boy. But, empty stomach since the last night, we found it quite delectable. After a few hours the bus stops again and Ashish’s fetish for Naariyal pani continues. We ask him to get some namkeen for us, he hunts for it and goes far off. The bus starts and heads off, without a few passengers. Saubeer starts yelling stop stop and I join in too. It only stops after a 100 meters. We see the passengers running to the bus in a hurry but the last of the passengers is walking nonchalantly down to the bus, who else, but Mr Ashish.
After a long journey, which made me felt as if I celebrated my last birthday on the bus itself, we reach Madurai. It’s around 1.00 pm. We head off to the bus stand to catch a bus to Kanyakumari. We take tickets for the 1.30 pm bus, we look around for some decent eatery to have lunch, oh, but we have left the thing called ‘luck’ back home. So we act fast and get ourselves a few apples and two bread cakes, chocolate and vanilla flavours. We board the bus, and we realize we have been duped by the guy who sold us the tickets. Anyway, the seats aren’t much comfortable, no pushback, but the weather turns to be our perfect saviour. It was overcast, with a cool breeze flowing around.
It was one of the healthiest lunch we had in sometime. We somehow manage to wash the apples through the bus window. After, two apples each, we felt complete. We savour the cakes later on and I am already thinking about dinner now. One sumptuous meal is all I am thinking of, its been 24 hrs we haven’t had a proper meal. These guys already planning to roam around Kanyakumari a bit and then have dinner. The first half of this bus journey goes off pretty well, and then ticks in the agonizing wait. Its around 7.30 pm, the bus comes to a dead end one stop before Kanyakumari and we change buses again. We don’t pay the conductor as we already have a bus ticket till Kanyakumari. Our happiness sees no limit, when we see those little Kanyakumari milestones pass by. Finally, on your feet, Ladies and Gentleman, we reach Kanyakumari.
Saubeer talks:
The (UN)Planned? Adventure
DAY 1
18:30 Hrs - The markets had not witnessed a good day, with the overall index falling 11%, with the gloomy outlook reciprocated in the dark weather outside. The cats & dogs have just barely stopped dropping from the heavens, and its time to head out. The only problem is there is no f#$%ing booking on the trains, the buses, and I can’t believe this (even after extensively searching for the Kanyakumari specials) – no hotel booking. No problem, we decide to take the auto to the Koyambedu (I know, all kind of weird names will come up), but as all good things end up in $#!t, none of the dear m%#$@#fu%$ers are ready to go anywhere near our first destination. So we stand like 3 hicks in the light rain on the road, waving to every auto empty or full. And finally one of them decides to drop us off to the T-Nagar bus stand (which is like 1.5 km from our office). With no choice left, we take him up on his offer, and the journey is on the road!!!!!
19:20 Hrs – we reach the T-nagar bus stand with no idea whether we’ll be able to get a bus to Koyambedu (I really hate saying this word again and again). But our trusty guide Ashish tells us that there is in fact a bus plying from here to Koyambedu (here I go again!) and we get into the bus most jam packed on the bus terminus, but praise the holy god, it’s an AC service. So there we are crammed in a bus running at 2x its capacity (if only the flights could also be run this way, you’re pushing the guy next to you, while holding on during the take offs, there’s a thought. Could reduce a lot of their losses, and help them to reduce air fares without a hoot for ATFs. I’m planning to take the LCC model to a whole new ground breaking level here!
Mallya here I come). But for the moment we are still in the bus which is trying really hard to bread the speed barrier for the slowest f#$%ing time set on any trip. In all fairness to the driver, 1 feet rain water clogging all the roads, the holes in the roads, and the smaller vehicles holding up the proceedings hardly were a help.Ashish was lucky to be standing on a small pedestal in the bus, as he missed the beautiful experience of all the sewer water coming into the bus, yes, inside the bus, even with the roads closed, while Vikas and I enjoyed (the wet-wet feeling) having our shoes and socks completely soaked. And the bus is still going at 10 Km an hour. Finally about an hour later we decided it was enough as the bus was not moving at all in the traffic, so we got down and hiked it for 15 minutes, trying to avoid all the water once again, which was not quite easy to do. Our trusty guide (more like a brilliant hound with an extraordinary nose for direction) Ashish led us onwards, till we hit another long stretch of swimming pool on the road. We were standing right there at the crossroads, and we decided to jump into the next empty auto; Vikas and I were in no mood to treat our shoddy feet to another taste of the water. So we sat in the auto for a 300 meter journey with our feet up to avoid the splashing water from all sides.
21:00 Hrs – we finally reach the famed KOYAMBEDU bus stand, where we should have been an hour back atleast. So we decide to approach the touts for the bus tickets, and, well no surprise, there are no tickets available for KK, the only thing available is Madurai, which we are told is like 5 hours from KK. We try a few of the tour operators in the shops and it’s a f#$%ing cartel, no seats for KK. So we take the only available non-a/c seat for Madurai, and get the last seats, literally the last ones! And we wait for the next 45 minutes for the bus to get filled up enjoying the humidity after the rains and donating our blood for the poor hungry mosquitoes. (why did we take last seats it the bus was not full? Because now the bus owner was not filling the seats but aisle)
22:00 Hrs – finally the driver decides he’s good and ready to put his foot to the accelerator and we’re offffffffff, well once again trying to match a snail’s pace, covering a whole km in an hour. And just when you think that the bus ride couldn’t be more enjoyable – the unthinkable happens – the only hole that scores of vehicles ahead of us had avoided, well our brilliant driver decides to test that one with the wheels of our bus. No surprise, the tyre gets wedged in the hole and the engine gives way. The driver tries in vain time after time to resuscitate the engine, but it just won’t start up. So there we are stranded right in the middle of the road, with traffic moving slowly and slowly around us as the driver calls for backup. The backup arrives in the form of a motorcycle bearing the mechanic, who tinkers around for 20 minutes and he too decides that the bus is not going anywhere for some time. And then inexplicably the mechanic and driver both ride off into the twilight on the bike, leaving all of us stranded there. And all of this reminds us that we were supposed to eat something, it's been since more than 8 hours since we ingested anything, and in all our running around, we had skipped dinner altogether. But like all amazing places in south India, nothing is open after 9:30. we roam around here and there, but the only thing that is open at this hour is the police station, and none of us is crazy enough (YET!) to go inside there and break bread with them.
So we wait with growling stomachs with the return of the driver, and this was the time that our unified front started to show chinks of weakness – 3 different views surfaced from 3 minds, the first one (Vikas) spelling out that we call for call cab and get ourselves back to our beds in dear city Chennai, the second one (Ashish) asking us to wait for some more time and then decide, and the third one (Saubeer) saying that we head back to the bus stand 1 km back and get a bus to Pondicherry (which would be a 2 hour bus journey) for the morning. Well, we decided to go with the second view for the time being, and the mechanic did come back with some spare piece of machinery which he replaced, and praise the lord, the slumber-fed beast that was to transport us to Madurai roared back to life.
DAY 2
01:30 Hrs – its already 130 in the morning on day 2 and we’re still very much within the city limits, so I guess the trip is going well. With empty stomachs and the back seat ride with all the holes in the road not helping, sleep is not easy to come, though Vikas is enjoying a deep slumber and Ashish is also tucked in the other corner beside a fat chap. Eyelids finally drift closer and closer, till its 4 hours later and the bus makes its first pit stop at a highway-side recluse. When I say recluse, I meant a place for, well, I forgot I was sleepy, I just remember I went to the bathroom, did I pee? Don’t remember, and we picked up some biscuits to nibble on. And then we were back on the metal chariot that was our ride.
06:00 Hrs – I wake up, am never able to sleep for long periods of time on bus rides. Ashish and Vikas are still very much in dreamland, but the weather outside looks awesome, dark clouds still there bringing a little smell of the rain and damp soil. We’re still going through the never ending road, took a few snaps and finally rested back on my (is it still there?) spine.
10:00 Hrs – The bus driver makes a second pit stop in some town, don’t ask me the name, almost all the boards on the shops are in a language long forgotten by my ancestors (if they ever used it). Vikas and I had not intention to get off into the blazing sun, so it was up to Ashish to get us some food (and they said to me that it was because of the wet socks). He was the only one who had the sense to wear floaters while we picked out shoes with mile long laces for the trip. So we had a hearty breakfast of some pakodas and Ashish downed his third coconut water of the journey. The first base camp, that is Madurai, is still 70 odd km away, which we reckon we can reach in another couple of hours, so we sit back and try to enjoy ourselves with the beautiful scenery, rather the lack of it. All I could see were hilltops in the distance, but the terrain was no heavenly lush green, just a light green.
12:00 Hrs – The driver decides he needs to earn a little bit more commission for this trip so he makes a third pit stop, and Ashish decides that it is time for a fourth Coconut water (झूठ I had only 3 in toto). While he is down, we’ve asked him to pick up something salty to sink our teeth into. But before Ashish can come back to the bus, it has somehow started to move, or is it my imagination? We scream at the driver to stop the roll forward, which he decides to do after 100 metres. And we’re looking back at where mister Ashish is, and we can see no sign of the chap. We do see another couple running towards the bus, but still no Ashish, and then you catch sight of, can it really be true, Ashish, MINUS the packet of chips he was supposed to pick up. And on top of that, he is walking like a leisurely walk in the park, until he sees the bus, when he breaks into a little jog (imagine me jogging in the tamland sun with unfastened sandals, poor soul). So, we’re still three out of three on the journey.
But the fun is far from over, as the driver decides he needs to take a break and hands over the steering wheel to his assistant, while he comes and sits next to Ashish, the seat having been vacated in the meantime. You can distinctly smell the booze that the driver had been drinking, and this is the guy who had been driving us for the past 12 hrs or so. I suddenly felt safe knowing that his assistant was driving, but that moment was short lived, as, half an hour later, the driver gets up and takes over the wheel again. We carry on for another half an hour of bumpy ride, only this time I’m holding on tightly to the sides of the seat, holding on for dear life, in the know that any moment now the driver could decide to reach behind his seat with both his hands to get that unfinished bottle and leave the bus on auto pilot. At times like this I get somewhat philosophical, and the question of religion and the presence of a higher power comes to mind. I can clearly see god and Lucifer sitting side by side betting over whether we will make it to our destination or not. I can see the wry smile on the dark one’s face, but I wonder Has god really bet on our winning, ‘cos I don’t see any help from his side, or maybe the bet is what is the point at which we’ll give up and turn back or kill one of us. Hmm, the last thought does come to the mind.
13:00 Hrs – we finally hit Madurai, and I’m glad enough to kiss the ground. We enquire for a bus to KK and the tout sells us a ticket for a semi-deluxe bus (it eventually turned out that the only add-on that the semi-deluxe had relative to the normal buses was a small extension of the seat which served as a head rest). (I tell you one amazing thing: We were standing for the govt. bus but that tout came and sold the ticket (rs.91) of same bus in 140 rupees. Could you believe three MBAs were fooled by a hardly graduate man? The worst of it: the govt bus we inquired about was going to KK but this bus, tout made us sit in, dropped us a town before KK) We picked up 6 apples (health always comes first) and two cakes (junk food, though second, is equally important) for the 5 hour journey ahead. The bus finally leaves at 14:00 hrs and sit back for the fun filled ride, but apparently there is not much to do, we eat the 6 apples and the cakes and have a drink of the heavenly water and miraculously fall asleep counting the peacocks outside.
17:30 Hrs – The first pit stop for this bus ride, we should be there in another half hour, but
the distance seems to have gotten bigger, as the conductor tells us that there is still a couple of hours atleast left. Its close to 24 hours since we left the office yesterday and it still is nowhere near the place we want to be at. You can feel the cool damp air outside, and it starts raining as well, just what you need, if it continues to rain, we can’t even go out to look for a hotel room, which incidentally we haven’t booked. I’m looking out at the big windmills now, and the picture of Don Quixote on Rozinante comes to mind, but even the old Don would’ve been too tired to do anything if he had a rickety bus for his steed for 24 hours. And just when you think it can’t get any worse, we’re there, hold it the board says Nagercoil, not KK, what the f#$% is going on? Well, it seems that the driver has decided that he will take up a siesta, even though it is way past afternoon. So we stop at 8 pm in the night at the Nagercoil bus stand, and then we go ahead and board our fourth bus for the journey. But this time we have come full circle, we are doing the exact same thing that we did on the first bus ride, sitting and watching the bus move slowly through the city, but to be fair, this city is not that big, neither is it flooded. So we make good progress, and its only one more hour to cover the 15 kms between the two towns.
22:00 Hrs – Success, we’re in KK, and would you believe it, the street lights are working here and some shops are open, god is gracious to us right now. But then again, we’ve no booking at all, so we do another few minutes of walking till we reach Hotel “Savitree”, the double room seems about okay so we take it for the day. And surprise surprise, the hotel’s in-house restaurant also servers north Indian food, (even gujarati, the board outside it proclaimed in bold letters). We were the only people in the place at that time, it was almost the time that the sleep clock of all the inhabitants in South India commands for a slumber. We ordered paranthas in true north Indian style and some daal, ecstatic to being able to find something to eat at this time, and that too North Indian (none of was particularly inclined to go for any of the dosas that we had fled from in Chennai), but the pleasure was short lived as the waiter came back and informed us that the ‘tandoor’ was closed for the day. So it was plain chapattis, but as you can expect, they were a far cry from the ones made up North and the daal was, well it was different, not like Maggi tomato ketchup though. It was barely edible, but if you’ve lived on 2 apples some soft cake and some biscuits for more than 28 hours, you’ll find even turd laced with frosting the best treat ever (Okay, maybe this last metaphor was a bit too much!!). It was close to 10 by the time we were through with dinner and Vikas and I decided to take a look around while Ashish decided to take care of all the coconut water that he was storing in his stomach. Another 15 minutes and we were out to enjoy the beautiful KK in all its glory, okay a little weird to go out at this time when there is absolutely no soul on the road, but after having traveled so long, I was really in no mood to even wait to change before exploring a little bit of this city.
The wind was laced with a few drops of the rain that was dropping just so lightly that there was no need to open the umbrellas we were carrying, so we had a little photo session in front of the lighthouse. Then we headed to the southern most tip of Indian mainland, the temple of Kumari Amman, the path leading up to it still had a few headlights, the shops all had the covers down, and the beach right next to it looked totally beautiful. The combination of the dark sky, the sound of the rushing waves, the cool wind (it was rather a gushing gale which could tip a little child over, refreshing nevertheless), just the openness that you could feel as you gazed out into the dark see standing out near the tip.
Here ends the description by Saubeer. Now I reduce your boredom and will not start from scratch but will continue from where Saubeer left.
In my words:
My mobile rang; it was 5.30 am on the Sunday morning. We had only half a day to see KK town because of the train at 5 in the evening. As planned we got up early to see the sun rise. But our bad luck, due to rain there was no sun. It was in a way nice because the whole day it was
cloudy and we enjoyed roaming around in that weather. We got up and got ready to go to the Vivekananda rock but for our amazement it was also closed due to rough sea. I saw a long jetty and we decided to go on that. Our trek of approximately 1 km started. We went to the very end of it where we were right in front of the statue of Thiruvalluvar. It was the perfect place to take a snap of the statue.After doing a photo session we went to the ferry boarding point again and thankfully it started working. We visited Vivekananda rock, The statue was closed due to maintenance work. That was really a beautiful and calm place with only sounds of waves. I could spend a whole day there, but my list of places to visit was long. So we left with the first ferry available. Then we went to the southern most point to see three seas from one place. We went past Kumari temple and I wanted to go in but other two शर्मीले बंधु didn't want to take their shirt off (including vest). It is a tradition, or say rule, of the temple that man goes topless. Please be spiritual enough not to fantisize about a holy place like temple.
Finally we were at the place, the southern-most tip, the place to see three seas in three directions.
Suddenly it started raining but not heavy enough to stop us. We went to Gandhi Memorial and decided to the photography from outside only. Next to it there was sun rise view tower which was of no use for us due to rain and clouds but still we climbed up. The view was awesome. The small and less crowded city was looking too good in that cloudy day. We saw a church far away on the shore, our next stop. We were just passing time and enjoying the cool weather with the nice sound of waves. On the beach we saw shooting of a Tamil song by an aunty. By the time we reached the church it was 2 pm and
we felt hunger. There was no place to see near by other than the fort which was about 5 km away. We were not keen in going out of the town so we thought of having the lunch and resting for some time. On the way back to our hotel we also visited a Aqua World, an exhibition of different sea creatures including piranha. For returning back to Chennai we had a train booking and our train was at 5 pm. While getting back too we saw some nice scenic views.I know the description of place is smaller then the travel because our trip was like that. But the feeling of being at the southern most point was more than the pain of the journey.
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