Sea View Hotel Puri
Sea Beach Road, Swargadwar Puri, Orissa, India
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... in the bunk next to me was singing lullabies to himself under his breath. The women looked so beautiful and feminine in their sparkling, gem encrusted saris, tucked barefoot into their bunks. Men, mostly businessmen, looked so content cuddled up on these dingy, grime encrusted mats, their heads on their suitcases. There was one woman who was sleeping with her small child next to her, their heads propped on a dufflebag. The way her sari engulfed the ...
Puri Puri Juggernaut
... that is covered in bloody puss filled gooey sores and it hasn't moved for days and it just is melting there. I bought a little necklace of Jagannath because he is just that cute. He has arms but no hands, so just has these little stubby things he wiggles around. Yay. He has a brother who also has stubs, and a sister who is just a head (no stubbies) that just rolls around. These are the coolest gods thus far. They are so cute. All they do is roll and wiggle their stubs. ...
Shitting on a beach (not me)
... the need to pay the extortionate 250r fee for foreigners to enter the grounds. Our stomachs filled, we then went to the dance festival, where todays performances were of Orissa and Manipur dance styles, stopping on the way in a little tent where they were holding a promotion for India tea. The promoters were seemingly glad to see us westerners and made the most of our presence, photographing us with their salesgirls (absolutely gorgeous women) ...
Shiva and Germaine Greer
... as an exercise to overcome the fear of death.
The children and I did our own Shiva thing. We went to the little Shiva temple behind the Kinjalka where music was playing. Sanjay was seated with his pals there drinking bhang lassi. He invited me to join in and I would have loved to, but playing a good mummy I just stuck to the sweet prasad offerings.
In my reading later, Germaine Greer seemed to back me up ...
The Snake Charmer
... they were up to.
A young man threw the deity into the waves face first, and as it landed with a thud in the shallow waters I was caught by surprise and felt the impact within my own being.
I paddled in the water and stood there for a long time, holding hands with Rosina, as a soul beauty stirred within me. Flower garlands were drifting in the sea all around us.
Mishi and I had a lunch date at the Wild Grass, lovely Indian preparations and ...


