Varkala, India
And then there was Varkala, a village on a cliff overlooking the sea. I’ll let the pictures do the rest. Oh, and I’ll throw in a couple of my favorite quotes while I’m at it: “Why do you never find anything written […]Read More ›
Madurai, India
Madurai got me thinking about wealth. Leaving Mamalapuram, my backpack was getting full and I knew that I needed to downsize so I left a gray sweater and a pair of green cargo pants at the hotel. For some reason, leaving […]Read More ›
Mamallapuram, India
I left Chennai for the sleepy little fishing village of Mamallapuram. Compared to the north, it is very hot in the south. Even the animals looked overheated, and were curled up in swatches of shade, resting. There was Arjuna’s […]Read More ›
Chennai, India
I was still coughing, hacking, and hating my lungs when my plane landed in south India on February 27th. Immediately, something was different. Yes, people still drove on the left side of the road like they do in Europe. Yes, […]Read More ›
Kolkata, India
My last stop in north India was Kolkata. Before visiting, my expectation of Kolkata (once spelled Calcutta) stemmed from a book about Mother Teresa that I read in grade school. In one scene, Mother Teresa knelt in the garbage on the streets of […]Read More ›