The boys just popped into town. Phlittering into town is a pleasant 45 minute walk past the beached cattle, up some rocky steps, over the cliffs, down through sandy Kudle Bay and over the headland past the Namaste Yoga Centre into Gokarna Town. After a few days of peace and seclusion on Om Beach it was nice to get some provisions.
Today's provisions were mainly Indian apparel and a few sweet delicacies. We tracked down the cheapest lunghi shop in town and the three boys all selected a fine lunghi of a different colour; deep purple, burnt auburn and emerald green. Each boy happy with his colour we paid attention to our lunghi wearing lesson from the kindly tailor. Lunghis can be worn in various styles: as a long straight evening skirt to protect from mosquitoes, in a double wrap short sexy mini skirt or pulled back through the legs into shorts, Gandhi fashion. They provide a cheap, stylish comfortable alternative for men to trousers which also suit the Indian climate well.
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| Spot the Indian Man |
As we walk home bare footed along the beach, Yann reminds me of my remark back in September in Delhi Airport that I would not ever emulate the appearance of a man we saw; dressed in a skirt, long haired, bare footed who had obviously been in India some time.
I reflect on the recent day's activities morning sivananda yoga under the palms of Om Beach, a little chanting, carving coconuts into bowls, purchasing a few bangles and beads, mindless chattering, a swim to the rocks, a couple of hours in the hammock, sitting by the camp fire on the beach listening to bongoing Bob Marley...I realise I have arrived. But not quite arrived to disconnect from society for a month and build my own shack in the isolation of nearby isolated Paradise Beach for the forthcoming month long Rainbow Gathering.
Although it is tempting to escape from Rat Attack which has struck our little cocohut for the last two nights. The cocohuts are more primitive on Om Beach but we always must maintain some order.
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