On the one hand, I was reluctant to fly due to the cost and the hassle
of packing and getting my bike and bags to the other side. That said,
I wasn’t quite ready to give up visions of a beach life, which hopefully
awaited in Thailand. At least I had time as India’s weather was
expected to remain pleasant for a few months until the monsoon
season started.
Chennai
The Broadlands Lodge was a fascinating ramshackle place. Although
old and dilapidated, the establishment had a great atmosphere and
came with a curious jumble of courtyards, stairs and alleyways. I was
lucky to meet a fellow traveller with an excellent music collection,
which he kindly let me copy.