Kapoor Year 14B: India And COVID-19 travel blog

After A Full Day Of Sightseeing, Donna and Duncan Went For A...

She Came Back To Our Bungalow To Tell Us How Unusually Soft...

I Thought She Meant Soft, As In Texture, But What She Meant...

The Four Of Us Went For A Long Walk Away From The...

The Water Was Clearly Quite Shallow, We Saw This Young Man Casting...

He Threw The Net Over And Over Again, As We Walked In...

He Eventually Gave Up, Rolled The Net And Threw It Over His...


@@@@@@@


KAPOORS ON THE ROAD

We had decided that if we were going to venture out of the resort to do some sightseeing, that we might as well see both things that interested us, and then take some time after lunch to relax. When we returned from seeing the Jain temple and the shipbuilding, we had a lovely lunch at the resort’s airy dining room. There were guests out on the terrace, but they had taken all the best tables, and anything left meant we were too close to boisterous groups with young children.

Anil and I headed back to our room for a rest and we thought that the McColls would do the same. As it turns out, they had more energy than us that day, not surprising I guess because they are a decade younger than us. Donna came back later and was all excited about the peculiar sand on the beach. She described it as very soft, but was so enthusiastic about the beach that we went along to see what she meant.

Once we got below the high-tide line, I quickly learned what she meant. It was not only very, very soft, fine sand, it was really squishy. That’s the only way I can describe it. I could not believe how deeply my feet sank into the sand. Without making an effort, I sank at least three inches deep. I took a photo to share with you so you’ll see what I mean.

It clearly would be a difficult beach to run on for exercise, it was slow going just to walk along. I did notice that once we were above the highwater mark, the beach felt like many others I’ve walked along before.

Instead of heading back to our rooms, we decided to go for a long walk in a direction away from the mouth of the Rukmavati River. Now that I think about it, perhaps it was the fact that we were at a large river’s mouth that explained why the sand was so squishy.). We walked until we passed a small green and white mosque and then I decided that was enough. The sun was getting low in the shy and I preferred to face the sunset rather that have my back to it.

As we headed back, we noticed that a young man had come out to the shallows and was throwing a net into the water time and time again. He eventually gave up and disappeared ahead of us, clearly disappointed with his attempts to catch any fish. I wondered if he had been counting on something fresh for his dinner. If that was the case, he most likely would have come from the nearby Muslim community, as Jains are strict vegetarians, they don’t even eat root vegetables for fear of endangering insects in the soil.

@@@@@@@


Share |