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KERALA FEATURING VARKALA
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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
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.
Ritual music at the Hindu temple of Varkala.
A pair of young men and red bananas by a kiosk in the village.
High expectations filled the air.
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.
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.
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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