Friday, May 30

Yesterday, as we drove from Kovalam to Bengaluru, a journey that took almost fourteen hours, we stopped at various places to eat, drink, stretch our legs, and find a toilet.

At one point we stopped by a small and apparently disused temple, standing about ten metres from an empty coffee bar titled Amman in a two–house village called Pachal. We walk round looking for a place where Shanti can piss. We come across this.

Everything about the place screams horror movie. Then we notice the monkey watching us from the broken temple roof.

We drive away.