PURI

Puri is a wonderful beach town on the coast of the Bay of Bengal on the Indian Ocean. It’s a hot vacation spot for Indians and many a hippie (p.s. Dad, we saw a man sitting on the beach the other day and I think this is how you’d have turned out had you not returned from your travels 30 years ago…see photo below.)

Departing from Kolkata's crazy station, we took a 12-hour overnight train to get here (have we mentioned yet how proud we are of Ben and Maria?) The clean air and beautiful waters that welcomed us made the journey so worth while.

We did a whole lot of nothing in the 5 days here, except chill, sleep, and eat (…and recover from eating). We watched fishermen bring in their catch and mend their nets. Were bombarded by pearl-vendors. Saw the Hare Krishnas flock to the water's edge with cymbals, flags and flowers. Skirted cow remnants. And smiled as Indians yelped with joy while "swimming" in their saris getting completely pummeled by the waves. Other than that, not much to report.

Rather than more words, here’s a few pictures:





1 comment:

Jan McK said...

It is soooo wonderful to see pictures of you both together with Ben and Maria in their Indian world! The picture with the 'mini tsunami' looming menacingly over Maria begs to have the rest of the story told....then what happened after that hit?! That looked bigger than a body-surfing wave! Your words and pictures help us at home to get glimpses of your experiences...keep it coming...we love it...and love you. XO