Today, our grand adventure in Vizag kicked off at the ungodly hour of 5 am. The master plan was to engage in a riveting workshop, but alas, the universe had other ideas. The collective genius of the group decided Araku Valley was the ultimate destination, ignoring my wise counsel that it's essentially a scenic snoozefest.
Our driver, clearly the voice of reason, frowned upon this decision, but democracy prevailed, and off we went. Pit stop at Borra Caves, where I attempted to break the world record for climbing 200+ steps. Spoiler alert: my heart threatened a protest.
Araku Botanical Garden turned out to be the horticultural highlight of nothing much. Unanimous agreement was reached – not worth the sweat (literally). Lunch at a roadside joint left our taste buds questioning life choices.
Back by 7 pm, we collectively resembled deflated balloons. A strategic rest was in order. At 9:30 pm, dinner became the main event, swiftly followed by a theatrical exit to dreamland. Ah, the glamorous life of a reluctant tourist!
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