We drive past the spiritual town of Gokarna and follow
the narrow road that leads to Om Beach. Abruptly, off the road we see a sign directing
us to our hideout for the next two days. Bending a little, we take a closer look
at the trail that appears to meet the forest with no hint of any accommodation in
the vicinity. Bewildered, we call up the care taker to guide us. He emerges
from the very trail fueling our apprehensions.
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Wooden Cottage in the wilderness
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The boulder stands isolated |
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We brush off the fatigue from the five days of travelling and set out to find our way to the beach underneath. A 10 minute rugged trek takes us to the base of the hill from which, a while ago, I had witnessed the huge expanse of the white powdery sand sandwiched between the Western Ghats and
roaring Arabian sea. It doesn't take long to realize that a love affair has just begun.
After a stroll along the shore, we settle down at a spot throwing curious glances at a group engrossed in learning a martial art, another group at some distance is practising yoga. It is a refreshing site to find people uninterested in what others are doing. THAT is the real charm of this place. We join a bunch of hippies playing bongo, dance along and enter in a state of trance.
"It is a refreshing site to find people uninterested in what others are doing."
After shaking a leg, we browse through the cafes sharing the space on the beach. The irresistible aroma from the kitchen pull us to Sunset Cafe. We nibble on our pasta and beer watching a kid playing and challenging the rising tides. The Cafe serves generous quantities of delicious continental breakfast.
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Our long meal: Pasta at Sunset Cafe |