This place is land of Russians, scattered with a few other internationals and Nepalese workers. It is also land of the workshops. Each day there is an abundance of classes to chose from yoga, massage, dance, breath work, hula hooping, fire dancing. There is also soy milk! And fresh juice, espresso, and even the occasional tofu! Even though this choice is very nice I find myself missing the Indian cheap, dirty corner shop, food. Each night begins with a drumming circle on the beach as the sun is setting people dance, South Americans sell their metal crafts, the Indians watching in amazement and sometime join in dancing. The night to follow has a wide list of music or performances to chose from.
Children don't rush me to take my hand, I can wear a small tank top and skirt, Indians don't ask to take my photo. I feel like I have been getting further and further from India the more I am here. It's been really good, but now I am ready for an Indian experience. My friend, Alexandra, from home is here and we will decide in the next couple of days where the train will take us!
HUgs :)
