Spent the entire day laying on the beach. Will admit it was not as seamless as it looks. It was bittersweet.
Bitter in the sense that we had to deal with the local men hitting on us and feeling cut off from the Indian culture. Om beach had a lot of travelers and a lot of hippies. Although there were huts and fisherman and Indian food. The dress and mentality was pretty western. It was kind of like a resort and was really cut off from everything else. There were people constantly trying to sell us stuff and people constantly taking pictures. Men bugging us in the water. Cows trying to eat our food. No real bathrooms.
Sweet in the sense that it was a beautiful beach with palm dress and small islands and greenery and sunsets and good food and sun and sand and random dogs and cow you could pet and pineapple and stars at night and beautiful men from all these countries running around you.
I meet a lof of cool people traveling around India. A lot of them spontaneously.One woman was there simply to learn the different forms of yoga and planned to go back home and teach them. Many people I met were also in well paying fields and jobs too engineering, neuroscience, lawyers, etc.
That night there was a bonfire and people (and cows) were sitting together playing music and just chillling. On man I met told me he travels every two years and other told me he only spends money on traveling. He said to me “why spend thousands of dollars on a big house and nice car that will eventually lose value when you can travel to any place and be changed”.
I was mostly in shock to be talking to so many people from so many different places. England, Ireland, Israel, Japan, France….And it was just crazy because even though we were all so different we were all trying to figure out the world from our different perspectives. It made me realize how much I don’t know about the world and how NECESSARY it is (more me at least) to travel in order to understand it. And even if you don’t understand the place you can at least learn how to understand yourself, push your limitations and conquer fears.
And learning another language is important too…. it is sad I only know English. People look at me like thats it? And I’m like…..yeah.
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Patty was the first guy we met at Om Beach. Great guy. Full of energy. The perfect person to be the first person to meet anywhere. He had been coming there for years but finally decided to live there. He was from France and spoke only enough English to apologize to me for speaking so much French. Drank and smoked a lot. And loved to tell stories although I didn’t understand any of them. Always singing and new everyone. He also had a thing for Charlotte haha.
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7AM Jumped off the bus in Gokarna. Next we had to figure out where we were staying. We were going to wonder around and find a place, but this auto driver keep buggin us so we decided (with the convincing of the driver) to go to Om Beach and stay there.
This is where we stayed.
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