I got to see this morning one of the most beautiful sunrises in my life (it is true that outside of India, I'm not used to getting up so early). It seems that attending the sunrise is a custom of the Indian “middle class” spending its vacation here. Dozens of couples, families were there, camera in hand, awaiting the first light over the ocean to fix forever their dear child in this wonderful setting. The infinite sky glows were concentrating at a single point and the fireball appeared. Suddenly, the beach reflecting the blaze from the sky, animated mirror formed by the breaking and backwashing of the waves, was like on fire. I stood there, my glass of "cay" warming my fingers, completely indifferent to the outside world of that supernatural bonfire.
Lita, the Australian girl traveling with me in the train, shares my new room overlooking the sea in the fishing village. I thought I would get bored when I booked the room for ten days and I have neither the time to read or write, I talk all day with strangers, with people I've already seen three times during the day, the French, the Germans, the people introduce to me ... In this small village, there is a bit of a "Hippie Revival", the life is incredibly cheap, opium sold in official shops close to the temples and there is nothing to do except to sit on the beach. I will use it without abusing of it.
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