While I was in the midst of endless traffic and tooting horns I came across two gems in Chennai’s back streets. Continue reading Chennai gems
I stayed in the southern end of Chennai and walked to the closest beach, Foreshore Estate.
I passed under tall shady trees, dilapidated footpaths and cows searching for something to eat before I arrived at a long, wide stretch of beach. This sandy coastline would have been a joy to visit before the invention of plastic. Fishing boats nestled in the sand. Fishers idled in the shade of their boats or untangled their nets. Continue reading Chennai beach walk
It had been forty years since I set foot in India. I landed in the same city that was my original introduction to the country, Chennai (Madras back then).
Some aspects didn’t appear to have changed after all those decades: the wonky footpaths; the constant tooting of horns; the delicious South Indian food; local people friendly and helpful; men still with sarongs doubled up like mini skirts (though now more wore trousers); women in saris (though many had gone to the Punjabi style of dress). Continue reading Tamil Nadu return