Travel day – 7 hours in a bus, with a Coffee Day stop, lunch and a toilet break. At the toilet stop, our CEO told us we might have to stay a little longer than planned, because of a political issue that might cause us problems. We ended up skipping a planned museum visit, going straight to the hotel and staying there for dinner instead of going out for dosas (I was really looking forward to it too 🙁 ). Ah well, tandoori chicken pizza hit the spot. Plus we each have our own rooms for the night! Yay! Washing time! The next day, we made our way to a UNESCO world heritage temple that didn’t allow cameras because someone had made a home made bomb with a flash mechanism, but they still allowed iPhones…. Anyway, so I didn’t bring my camera to this part of the trip. The temple, called Meenakshi Amman temple, was beautiful. The outside was a bit garish, with huge towers covered in colourful carvings of gods, demons and people. Inside, it was dimly lit, with thick bare stone pillars raved with deities, and mythical creatures. The ceiling was painted with bright concentric circles. The vaulted spaces, the bare stone floor, I felt small, like this was a place of immense significance. This is the first time I felt the holiness of a place in India. After the temple, we went to the Nayak palace. The white pillars with scalloped edges, and red trim were very European, and very grand. Another gorgeous place. Bored of walking around, a German girl and I had a competition to see who could balance their water bottle on their head for longest. I did pretty well, I’m not sure who won per se. I’ll have to get the photos from one of the guys. Back to the hotel for a while, and then jumped on a rickshaw to the Gandhi museum that we missed yesterday. It was interesting, but very British bashing. He had an interesting point of view on the events though. Then back in the rickshaw (poor guy was soaked with sweat), to the banana market. Our CEO bought different types of bananas for us to try – red bananas, tiny delicate bananas, long thick bananas. They all had a slightly different tastes. For dinner, we went to a restaurant where they served us a family sized dosa – it was about 1.5 metres wide.