Day 2 continued... Drive to Puducherry (Pondicherry), and 1st day at Pondy.
I had planned to leave Tranquebar at 11am and on the dot at 11am we were ready to leave. Opened all the doors to air out the car and the luggage was loaded.
Pic1 Ready to leave, but...
This is when I checked the tyres and saw the left front tyre flat. Looking closely I saw the cut in the sidewall. I didn't see any point in repairing this and decided to buy a new tyre and tube in Pondy. My spare was a brand new one, bought just a few months ago, never used. So it made sense to buy another new tyre/tube set and have a matched pair.
The hotel staff were helpful and a helper at the hotel did the changing for me. He hesitated to accept a tip but I thought it was fair enough to offer him so I gave him the tip, and he was mighty pleased. (I was reluctant to do the work myself - it was very hot!
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Wheel changed and we were on our way.
Leaving the Danish Port we came to the imposing entrance archway. Well, it would have been imposing had it been better maintained. I can't think why the Government did not include this under the Archaelogy Department's charge. As it is now, it is a disgrace, no other word can describe this utterly callous neglect of a historical treasure.
The Danish Port is like a small walled settlement or colony, but the wall has long since gone. (You can see part of the wall in the map of 1730 in my previous post).
Pic 2 - My Ikon says goodbye to Tranquebar. Sorry folks, I can't resist including my mistress in every picture (Or wife, if she's around!).
Pic 3 - The archway (Gateway to the Danish Port). Built in 1792 AD, doesn't it deserve a better deal? (BTW, we looking at this from the inside)
On to the highway and we turned towards Sirkazhi (or Sirkali), 28 kms away. The road was good for about 13 or 14 kms, then started the bad road that had ripped my tyre.
"Forewarned is forearmed", the saying goes, and it's very true. The first time the bad road had come totally unexpected and had caught me off-guard, but this time I was expecting the bad road and so I was prepared for it. Nevertheless, I was very uncomfortably aware of the fact that I now had no spare. So I drove with care and tried to go behind a bus whenever possible as then I wouldn't be forced to go off the road.
Today being Sunday I guess, was much better as there was less traffic and the 15kms was covered with much less excursions off the road.
A little digression, a point I want to share here:
Truck drivers here are exemplary. They watch their mirrors and when a few vehicles are lined up behind them, at the first opportunity they pull over off the road, come to a stop, and allow all the vehicles behind to pass them at one go. I really appreciate that. I noticed this both the times.
Okay diversion over, back to main road!
Entering Sirkali, my wife reminded me about the cane furniture she had pointed out on Saturday. We pulled up at a place where there were many cane shops. Not even five minutes later Ma'am was back in the car. "Drive on" she said, "these are priced too high". Anyway what she wanted was just small decorative item so she didn't bargain.
After Sirkali the road was again excellent but we were in no hurry whatsoever, without any timetable to keep. We were in fact a day ahead of schedule! So at a comfortable pace we reached Chidambaram. Don't think at any time this journey to Pondy we exceeded 80 kph. We just had a comfortable, relaxed drive.
This time approaching Chidambaram I looked for the bye pass. The board was a temporary signboard as the bye pass is not officially opened yet. I took the bye pass. A short distance is yet to be done, the rest was easy and quite soon we were out of Chidambaram the other side.
Again a good road from here to Cuddalore. Entering Cuddalore I thought of the previous day's drive when it was difficult to pass the bikers. So I suggested we stop here for lunch and my wife agreed. I turned to the bus stand and sure enough there was one of the "bhavans" and we had a top class piping hot veg meal - the Tamil "saapaad". Though I enjoy non-veg, I love these veg "saapaads", "ootas", and "bhojanums"!
On our way again and I stopped outside the town for a pit stop and a puff. My wife said she'd drive, so she was now at the wheel. Good road, and again, probably because it was Sunday, not much traffic and we made Pondy in easy pace.
Guess we've been lucky this trip, and we entered Pondy through what we thought was the wrong road (not leading to the JIPMER signal). We stopped and I went to an ATM which was half shut and asked the guard for directions to our hotel, the Hotel Du Parc, on Jawaharlal Nehru Street (Rue Dupleix). The guard was mighty pleased to help. Turned out we were actually on the right road, and he gave me absolutely precise and perfect directions. In no time we were at our hotel. Just next to our hotel there were several pavement stalls set up. My wife nearly leapt out of the car in excitement - a pavement sale of cottons! (Every married man here will know what I mean
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(I've stayed here at Du Parc before but haven't seen these pavement stalls on this road, they are usually on Mission Street (Rue du Cathedral, I think). Later I learned that this is an official tourist attraction and held only on Sundays on Rue Dupleix).
Right next to the stalls is Du Parc and my wife parked the car and ran away to the market leaving me to do the formalities. I checked in and then realised I had to go out as well as I had run out of cash. (Neemrana's credit card machine was kaput and I had had to pay the bill in cash).
Found my wife and we searched for an ATM. The ATM we found didn't accept my wife's card. Walked on further and my wife asked a couple of youngsters. They were very helpful, they too were on the way to an ATM and very kindly took us along. From here my wife ran away again leaving me aground somewhere on Mission Street. Well, I had bought a most useful cargo trousers (it's very light weight so I wear this for long distance driving) here couple of years ago and decided I'd look around for another. On the way I found a music shop and got a couple of A R Rahman CD's that I had wanted for a long time. Very obliging guy, next visit to Pondy I will go that shop again.
Walked on further on Mission Street to look for the clothes, and at this point I regretted not bringing my camera. There were so many sights worth clicking.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I got my pair of cargoes although at a much higher price than before. Also some cotton shirts. (All for our travelling).
After some searching I found my lady in the melee, and she was hot, tired, and blissfully happy. Nothing pleases a woman more than bargain shopping! All married men will agree with me I'm sure!
Back to the hotel, took a rest and at 7.30 pm we walked off towards Bharathi Park area for dinner. This is the "French Quarter", a very pleasant area, and the Raj Bhavan is also here.
Around here are many good restaurants, especially for Continental. 'Rendezvous' is of course famous, but there are others as well and almost every street in this area has a good restaurant. But stick to the local specialities: European or Tamil. This is Pondicherry, a unique Tamil-French culture, be adventurous! My wife and I like experimenting and we learn something each time. She almost always gets good European veg food. Don't think we've ever been disappointed in food here.
If you're in this part of town, park your car somewhere down JN Street (Rue Dupleix) or side roads, and walk everywhere, it's worth it. Best way to absorb the local flavour and also to find good restaurants. This time we found a new Italian restaurant on Mission Street, but we couldn't try it.
All the streets here are laid out in squares, so you can't get lost.
Anyway, this time we had already pre-decided on Promenade which is owned by the HiDesign group. They have a nice terrace overlooking the beach, and that's where we were headed. The ambience was of course very good, but the food didn't match. Quite ordinary. Rendezvous would have been better or we should have gone to the new Italian restaurant.
Took a long leisurely walk back to the hotel. Tonight was the BIG NIGHT - the FIFA world cup final! My wife watched film awards and I waited for my turn. We both sat up for the match. As I work for a Dutch company we very loyally rooted for the Netherlands! Tough luck, Oranje!
That was end of Day 2.
Tomorrow I'll post the last installment, Day 3, return to Bangalore...