Friday, December 22, 1995

Puri, the seventy-third day,


Travelers in a "ghetto".
The only four Westerners had been gathered in the same compartment train; quite nice actually. It seems that I transform my attitude a bit. Wearing color gives me considerable pleasure and talking with people is a need. On the beach, I also met Jay and Tracey who come from San Francisco, one is a music producer and the other is an antique dealer, oh, well!
I will spend the holiday on the beach in the tropics, one could imagine worse! Puri has a lot of character, I expected a very religious place and it is a fishing village.

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