
Three lovely, little ladies
with what
seemed to be a never ending enthusiasm for our camera, this shot
taken
during
the bull races which we attended near a village between Kollam and
Varkala (in Kerala). These races are held by the local
villagers in a mud field not far from the main highway
and so attracting peasants from all around.
Immediately as we arrived, they offered us two seats with the very best
view
facing right up the center of the race track.

Some contestants were dragged
along while being submerged in the muddy water until
they reappeared hanging on to their leases and then quite dramatically
continuing to belly
surf up onto the surrounding grass. Sometimes the contestants had a
hard time
trying
to make the bulls simmer down after their run had been completed and
with so much bull power unleashed
we were momentarily just a bit frightened that the entire entourage
would come
crashing through the embankment where we were seated.

After half an hour or so it all calmed down
whereupon the races continued to
everyone's delight.

Along the beaches of Varkala
fish is being caught using ancient but effective methods.
Early in the morning, just before the sunrise, fishermen start
tugging at endless hawsers to tow in the latest catch. Soaring above
this scenery are sea eagles which occasionally come swo- oping down to
grab
hold of a bite. It's a tough job
and the men are continuously shouting while struggling with the ropes
for all that they're worth.

View facing down from the cliff path of the ridge of Varkala.

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A tattered poster hanging
in
a tree in Varkala village; such a common sight and so typical of India
where advertising can occur virtually anywhere, sometimes lining the
highways with gigantic boards out in the middle of nowhere in such a
multitude that you can't even see the palm trees behind them!
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Ritual music at the Hindu temple of Varkala.

A pair of young men and red bananas by a kiosk in the
village.


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One of many misspelled
menus which we came across along our journey. The word "spenis" refers
to spinach but what potto means I
haven't got a clue!
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High expectations filled the air.
There were some
disagreements
at one point concerning the exact whereabouts of the flag marking the
far end of the
race course, somet- hing which eventually turned into a wild frenzy of
men shouting on top of their voices while gesti- culating with
clenched fists.
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It was a challenging
demonstration
and as far as I could tell aimed at showing off physical strength,
both by animals as well as by
men. But after a few hours it started to rain and so we
returned to our taxi which was waiting in the outskirts of
the campus.
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Today's catch was truly
amazing and as you can see, some of the fishermen were more than knee
deep in the
silvery wonders of the ocean,
sorting out the variety of species before dividing it all between
themselves and their families.
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Surfing is pretty good on this
coast
line though one must keep a close watch on the rips which
regularly carry out unwary tourists into the ocean. Also you have to be
prepared to get bitten all over by tiny prawns, though they really
don't hurt that much.
Me strolling along in
the hot mid day sun on the path look- ing over
the ocean. Walking the same way at night one could hear the breakers
in the dark way down below while one had to step ever so carefully not
to
topple over
the edge.
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sadhu
taking a
cleansing bath before
climbing the long and steep stair case up to the holy
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Traditional Indian transporting
system with Asian cows strapped to their overloaded carts while waiting
for
their boss to return from a luncheon next to the Kerala highway.
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Carina seated behind the
mosquito net in our room. All day long
it's sun tan lotion but as soon as the sun goes down the repellents
come on with their funny smells. As with all soap, washing detergents
and
perfumes, Indians seem to reason that the stronger the odour the
better!
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