I choose a village at the coast in between as a stopover for one night as I wasn’t in the mood for 11 hours non-stop driving. My feeling was good because when I arrived at the place close to a village at the coast I found already a nice place for the car. After some minutes I am surrounded by curious villagers. I am the first foreigner in the village and the fact that I came from Germany by car made them asking me millions of question (some even don’t know where Germany is and that there is a road connection and not just sea). One question made me worry a bit. They asked me whether I am not afraid spending the night alone in the car at the beach. But I have a good feeling. After I spent some time with the villagers and after I shared tea, fruits and cookies I felt very safe. And from their own the promised me that they will take care. And after I helped the guys with the car next to mine to break into their car (they lost the key at the beach) I had the respect in the round of guys.
Next morning. What a beautiful sunrise. I am sitting at the car drinking my tea. A villager came and squatted some meters away in the sand. Wow I thought, this man has sense for romantic moments and watches the sunrise. But for sure his intention was different. I have to get used to the village toilets I thought while I regretted my morning swim in the water at the same time…
The 300 KM detour to the village was more than worth! There were beautiful nature and really some kilometers on which I didn’t see a single person (rare in India). The villages are very easy and are reminding the visitor towards old times in Europe. Bubu invited me to bicycle tours and introduced me to the village people. I would never come so close to the people without a local. I am astonished how they could keep their culture and tradition over generations and enjoy the silence (it was really quiet!) for some days in this paradise.
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