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Another weekend has evaporated, leaving a bittersweet layer that clings to my skin. The weekends are super tiring but I enjoyed this weekend in quaint little Pondicherry. This weekend invoked different thoughts as I was traveling with a smaller group of people this time round, a good change from the huge group I’m used to. 

Pondicherry is nothing like the French town I pictured. Granted I’d say there are a few buildings that look quaint and French-like but I highly doubt that’s what you’d see in France. French inspired, maybe, but definitely not French. The beach is picturesque and for a moment one might forget that you’re in India. 



I quite enjoyed the ride there and how we just went without doing a lot of planning but most of the trip turned out all right. We managed to squeeze in enough time for just about everything and there was a nice talk nonsense session before boarding the bus back. The ride back, however, was worse than a roller coaster ride. It was like we had a death wish because the only seats available were at the last row of the bus, and that meant that we were subjected to every bounce and pothole in the road (amplified x10) because of the poor suspension the bus had. Then there were the anti-gravity moments where you flew way above your seat.

Moral of the story: try your best to brace yourself if you’ve booked the last row of the bus. esp since the bus seats have seat belts for all the rows BUT the last row.

Things to think about: the foreign migrants policy in SG, the great gini coefficient and the education systems of the world, parenting. 
 



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