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... pace of life on the coast. Taking pictures of the sunset lead me to talking pictures of another traveller by accident. I went for a beer with him and met a whole bunch of other people he was travelling with. Beers were hard to find in Kerala with it being a newly dry state since 1st October, although not impossible, I drank beer from paper covered bottles, coffee mugs and a fetching Goa tankard, sadly not from a tea pot as I saw in one bar. After 2 days ...
... as if the music was being filtered by a cloud in its path to my ears. The melody was distinctly Indian, as no other music can be. The falsettos and combination of chords and keys are unfamiliar in western style music. My fellow trekking comrades told me that it was for a festival in some village in the hills. Within 30 minutes there was a dueling festival that had started up with their own music. My new 25 yr old friend said his favorite songs were the songs of the gods. Each ...
... the mountain was stark.
When we arrived at the train station in Mettupayalam it was POURING down rain - so hard that I could hardly see the station from the car, which was parked in a parking lot across the street from the station. (Due to the way the station is set up, it is not possible to drive the car right up to the station.) We waited in the taxi for about fifteen minutes for the rain to subside - but when it didn't, I put on my rain jacket and made ...
While I was waiting for this man, another man approached me - and started talking international politics with me. It turns out that this second man was a retired Indian air force officer - and he had his share of opinions on world politics. In the meantime the first man, Chandra, caught up with us and we all walked and talked a little before the air force man had to leave us. I then proceeded to Chandra's house - which was ...
... in. The timing couldn't have been better even if we had made an appointment to meet. He joined me and we shared a pizza and stories from our respective, interesting lives. He had a good story about how he was scammed in Budapest by a trick that I know only too well from my time living there. Or rather, they tried to scam him but he stood his ground and ran away - if that doesn't sound like too much of a contradiction. In any case they didn't ...