Upcoming Story & Gokarna by Rain

Hey there,
I finally managed to see Taj Mahal last weekend and visited many other beautiful (and less beautiful) places around Delhi. I took over 300 photos so I need some time to sort them out and I’m still terribly tired after a long and exhausting trip back. That’s why you have to be a bit patient before my complete story about that journey gets published.

To bridge the gap till then, I can shortly tell you about my trip to Gokarna the weekend before. Because Bangalore is completely surrounded by landmass, it was only a matter of time until I wanted to see the ocean. When my (german) co-worker asked me if I’d like to accompany her on her journey to Gokarna, I surely took this opportunity. Gokarna is a very small town below Goa on the west coast of India. We travelled by sleeper bus where each of us got a narrow but comfortable bed. That was absolutely necessary because we started Friday evening at around 19:45 and arrived in Gokarna the next morning at 7:00 o’clock. And although the bed was large enough for me, the constant up and downs and neverending seesaw kept me awake most of the time so I was still very tired when we finally arrived.

Well, there isn’t much to see in Gokarna. In fact, there are only a few small beaches near Gokarna but this was exactly what we were looking for. After the noisy and loud Bangalore, a peaceful and calm place was more than welcomed. Unfortunately, the sky was clouded but nevertheless, we spent the whole morning & afternoon walking around at the beaches, laying on rocks, idleing, doing nothing, sleeping, musing. Not even the warn signs could spoil my recreation.

And then the rain started. And it didn’t stop. We seeked shelter under the next building and waited for almost an hour before we could return to our beach “hotel” (well, wasn’t exactly a hotel as you would imagine it, just some small houses with beds) only to arrive just in time before the next rainfall started. Confronted with the inconvenient truth that the weather might be the same on Sunday, we decided to cancel our stay and returned to Bangalore the same night. Of course it took us another (bumpy) 12 hours back and when I arrived at home, I actually went directly to bed again, but this time I could sleep for hours without interruption.

24 hours travelling to see the ocean for about 12 hours seems like a bad trade but even this short amount of time was enough to leave the stressful Bangalorean life behind me and recharge my exhausted mental batteries.