Chennai

So, we took a domestic flight to Chennai. The flight was unenventful, thankfully, because I was feeling a bit ill...
Our driver picked us up from the airport, and drove us straight to the guesthouse where we would be staying. Chennai is a lot more open and green than Delhi, and so has a slightly more relaxed atmosphere...there's also not as many tourists (probably because there's not a lot for tourists to see) and so there's less people hounding you. It's still India, so there's still traffic and people everywhere, though, and rickshaws and traffic jams, and stalls at the sides of the road (and trees in the middle of the road), but by now, I hardly notice that kind of thing!
The guesthouse was really nice. Large and open with lots of marble everywhere, our room on the second floor was spacious and comfortable - probably the most luxurious place we'll stay on this trip!
We went for lunch at a cafe called Amethyst...it had a secluded outdoor area with trees and shrubs and stuff, so it was a really nice, relaxed atmosphere. I didn't eat because I was still feeling ill. We decided to see what films were on at the cinema, with a view to watching a film later, and, on our way to the beach, we stopped and bought tickets to Die Hard 4! Alex warned me that going to the cinema in India is a different experience to going back home - especially in a big action film with someone like Bruce Willis in there was likely to be cheering and clapping.
So we went to the beach, and ambled down the sand for a bit. We all had goes at shooting baloons with air rifles - although the "bullets" were seeds and rolled up foil, it wasn't hard - the baloons were about 2 metres away, and attatched in rows to a wooden wall, so it was pretty hard to miss! Still, shooting things is always fun. We ambled back (Alex bought a coconut and the woman hacked the top off and gave her a straw) and then went over to CitiCenter, a shopping mall, to pass the time until the film. It's easier to find western clothes here than in Delhi, but it's still not that easy! Still, we found plenty to occupy ourselves with.
The film really was a different experience to back in England - for a start, the tickets cost about 95p each, and the popcorn the same, and once we got in, the audience really did cheer and laugh loudly (and often not at the points that I would have cheered/laughed loudly at, even if I had felt the inclination). Couple that with a couple of power cuts, and you have the Indian Film Experience! I enjoyed it, to be honest!
We all felt full from popcorn, and I still wasn't feeling that great, so we had the driver (who, we discovered, wasn't particularly talkative) take us back to the guesthouse for an early night.

I've run out of time again, I'm afraid! I'll do the other days tomorrow.

Love to all!