2 weeks can fly pretty quickly. Especially when you’re bumming on the beach in the south of India in the tranquil setting of Kerala’s palm fringed beaches.
As you can imagine, Varkala is quite chilled. A resort destination, popular with mainly British, Russian and Australian tourists. Varkala is a perfect place to relax, get burnt to a crisp on the beach and enjoy western food, at Indian prices.
The problem with all these lovely amenities is that it’s not the real India! The real India is a couple of kilometres away in Varkala town, where few tourists venture. Safe in their tourist haven, fish and chips, pizzas, espressos, good cocktails, and western girls wearing far too little for the local men to know where to look!
And you know what? I love it here! Eloise and I are forcing ourselves to up and leave, to get back on the traveller trail, back into the full-swing of Indian craziness and chaos.
After several months of trekking in Nepal, Christmas in Darjeeling and a lack of commercial tourism in the eastern Indian states – It’s nice to be a shameless tourist, soaking up the rays, and getting my carbs from chip shop chips!
Next we’re off to see Amma, the ‘Hugging Mother’ and stay at her Ashram in Kollam. Famous for all night marathon hugging sessions, yoga courses and all-round spirituality. So watch this space!
(You read the ‘hugging’ part correctly.)
Oh I almost forgot the best part! It’s 150 rupess all inclusive accommodation with all meals included. 😉