Falling in love with India

Oh, the fresh breeze from the sea mending with the warm evening air…

The seducing sound of waves, crashing against the shore beneath the cliff’s edge. The swaying palm trees, the pretty hibiscus plants and the smell of cinnamon, ginger, clove and coconut…

Oh, Kerala.

It is not until now I have had a chance to sit down and breath it all in. To be honest, in some parts of India I prefered to hold my breath completely.

The last two weeks have been some of the most hectic in my life.

From arriving New Delhi at the celebration of Diwali, risking our limbs for the sake of firecrackers and traffic, getting up at 5 every morning to see the sunrise, the Taj Mahal, catching flights, trains or chanting the morning prayers in an Ashram…

To trying to sleep in stinky crammed forth class train compartments or on local buses, being the only Westerners, being starred at, hassled and hit on.

India really is as crazy, colourful, stinky, frustrating and beautiful as they say.

I already know I will be back for more. That a week spent between New Delhi, Varanasi and Agra and four weeks travelling the state of Kerala and Goa does not do the country justice. But it’s a start.

I am travelling with Mikaela now, another single traveller whom I met in a few different places in South East Asia. Besides being blond and from the North in Sweden, we share a lot of interests and ideas. In fact, travelling together has surpassed all my expectations and I feel really grateful and glad to be in her company.

Happiness is only real when shared, right?

We were physically and mentally exhausted when we arrived to the charming beachside town Varkala. We instantly knew this was the right place to put our heavy backpacks down for a while, settle into a nice little beach hut, pamper ourselves with some ayurvedic massages and delicious fresh seafood.

And meet other travellers!

As great and interesting as India is, a night spent amongst like-minded Westerners, drinking and laughing does miracles to the soul.

It’s just a shame that the drinks seem to multiply with the time and that the energy of the night before always seem so distant in the morning.

So that you say, miss the apparence of the holy Dalai Lama, in Varkala with just ten minutes!!? (big bummer!)

Oh well, gives me a reason to come back.

I didn’t fall instantly in love with India.

It’s been building up inside of me and growing every day since.

Like all everlasting love-stories.