We slipped and hit the beach at Varkalla at the wrong time. Now Michele and I are basking in that fuzzy warm, post sunburn glow. God how I yearn for the good old days where we were whining about baby powder and diaper rash. We are now approaching Kerala's backwaters in Kollam (Quilom).
According to a friendly local "economist" who was working as a carpenter, the town planners and developers have killed the golden goose of Varkalla in the past 5 years. The place is paradise with a clifftop view, but with an absurd shambling of restaurants and guesthouses that bump house and techno all night long during the main season. Besides the sunburn and increased temperatures, we are glad that there are not too many annoying Euro-disco package tourites.
More later...
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Jamie and Michele have rallied against all popular wisdom and good advice (again). Their visit to the indian continent should provide you with hours (if not minutes) of reading pleasures. Please sit back and relax as they selectively share their entanglements and stories of woe.
