A short family retreat, late January, 2016.
Our train ended up having a breakdown mid-journey, which forced 80% of the passengers to take to the tracks for some fresh air. Fortunately for us there were unused tracks (in contrast to the usual unhygienic used tracks) which made waiting less undesirable. The weather was in our favour as well.
The small town rickshaws were a source of great fascination for me. I’ve always found it interesting to observe the different colour combinations on rickshaws across the country. These ones in particular were referred to as kaali-purples by the end of the trip.
The interiors were even more impressive. Curtains, keeping with the overall colour scheme. (sort of)
Our first peek at the pristine blue.
The next morning – starting the day off with some needed chai and pictures.
Small morning portrait sesh with the sister. Tough to resist!
At a small Maharashtrian museum, closeby.
One of Shivaji’s forts. Such gorgeous views. Still not over it.
A brief intermission involving seafood thalis and burps.
Continued viewing of old houses, this one belonging to a Burmese king who was placed under house arrest during the British rule.
The first beach we explored. Isolated, as most of the beaches we went to were.
The next day – consisting of a fort, a lighthouse, cow-ded roads (sad puns aren’t eliminated from this blog), and the sunset over a beach followed by some long exposure sea shots.
If you’re reading this, congratulations on making it to the end of a relatively heavy post! Thank you.
(see you again)