A small town between Pondi and Chennai, where my flight home was, I stopped in Mamallapuram and have even until this point not pronounced its name correctly. It's a tourist spot for all the ancient stone work and caves and carvings and little palaces and such. They are stunning, really. But they are overshadowed by a massive tourist industry, streets lined with boutiques managed by men who stand outside begging you to come in, and a sort of sickening western dropout drug abuse culture. There's a beach with big surf, colorful boats, cool breezes, and, apparently, good dope. But it is a very small town.