In Auroville I take part in a three day cycling tour, and with the other 14 members of the group I visit an ecological farm, an organic processing unit, meet Martin that explains the vision behind Auroville, the radio station and more. What makes the strongest impression on me though, is the visit we make to a school run by an Indian woman who is a resident in Auroville. The school was initially started by a Brazilian woman that saw the desperate need to help the...

The cyclone well over, and life returned to normalcy. So now the hammocks are out, and we can all enjoy the garden and the view of the ocean. The beech is just beyond the fence at the end of the garden, but as a lot of houses don't have toilets, people go outside - on the roadside, in a field, and the beach is a favoured place. If they need to go while they're out and about, they just sit down and cover themselves. So it's quite convenient with the floor length ...

It's the rainy season, and this year there is a cyclone the likes of which nobody has seen for fifteen years. A couple of village houses has been swept into the sea, and the men keep pulling trees off the roads. The orange earth blends with the rain and leaves puddles for everyone to walk in - leaving an orange trail wherever they go. The roads are in many places only dirt roads, and driving on them now is like sitting in a bumpy car in an amusement park. The ele...