We’ve made it to Gokarna’s Om Beach–land of gold sand, stray dogs, wandering cows (Joe theorizes these are vacationing cows, taking a break from the crowded streets of Varanasi), and run-down beach huts.
While the hoped-for hut I’d envisioned in my mind on the long journey here (two rickshaws, a 9-hour train, and three buses in the heat) included an ocean view, the ones available are tucked away behind the beach’s restaurants, though the sound of the Arabian Sea can still be heard from our doorstep. Along with monkey calls and birdsong. And the odd yelp I emit when our resident beetle makes a surprise appearance.
India! Only four days left in this expanse of emotional and spiritual chaos before we transition to island life in Indo. But more stories + photos (and videos) from here are in the works, so Free Bird will be bouncing around a little in chronology and countries in the days and weeks ahead. Hope you’ll stay with me for the ride!
Here’s a new gallery featuring one of my favourite aspects of India–the beautiful crumbling buildings.
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