Dear Mary, Kieran, Gus, Finn, and Ceci —
Maybe Mom & Dad can tell you the story of Pi, whose father worked in Pondicherry, in a zoo. Or maybe you can read this, Ceci: An Indian man named “Pi” Patel tells his story: how he was born in Pondicherry, where his father was the zookeeper, and how he (Pi) survived a shipwreck in the Pacific ocean – on a lifeboat – with a Bengal Tiger named Richard Parker!
I have seen no Bengal Tigers in Pondicherry, but I have seen monkeys, and I have seen cows . I was running from the monkeys, so no photos, but here are some cows I passed today: If the one in front looks peaceful, it is because everybody is very careful with these animals. Cars stop for them. If the cows are moving across a street, or walking on a path or sidewalk, everyone stands aside and makes room for them. These were lounging, so we all just walked by them.
This afternoon, I finally walked along the beach. I think the whole city was there!
I am going to post this to you now, because the Internet in this cafe is not working very well, and the mosquitoes are loving me too much. I’ll add a few more photos of the beach next time I have Internet connection and fewer flying things.
I miss you all, and I wish you were here to laugh and make me laugh, too!