In Pondicherry, we're staying at a place called The Kailash. It's tucked away at the end of a dusty road that runs through a fishing and farming village on the outskirts of the town.
Philippa (pictured above) stayed here in the beginning of her trip to India and she couldn't stop raving about it. It's even better than I'd imagined.
The Kailash is a pink-walled haven, filled with the scent of a thousand flowers, greenery at every step, a big blue pool, and the sound of the ocean nearby. It's owned by a wild-haired gentleman named Raj, who's Indian but has a French accent and who spent a large part of his childhood in Vietnam. Raj meant for The Kailash to be a small home for himself and his wife, but then turned it into a resort. He and his Argentinian friend Dara (who looks after the property) treat their guests like old friends, and during dinner in the lamp-lit patio it's not uncommon for them to join you at your table and tell stories about life and love.
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