barefoot and Indian Ocean sea the two strong intense emotions vivid on Saturday
day trip
backpacker and Lasallian jeep (as to compete with more 'experienced adventurers)
the travel 'was long
but the nose and' was always out the window looking out on India
c he ran before his eyes
and did not want to miss a puddle an inch a tree a bush
the pace was sustained and strong winds at times I struggled to keep my eyes open and was hard to breathe
the air and the strong emotion
the road crossed the villages
that of peacocks, which are present in bones and feathers and paintings on the walls of houses, that of cotton, the granite and wood
but in India
not cross town without it,
'cause I'm obviously a foreigner, people look at you with serious curiosity' and
soon joined hands greetings bending her head vanacam
their faces open into bright smiles
for teeth look very white in contrast with their skin
for the warm welcome that communicate
uce the world
first temple
I was going to get off the contraption when Lasallian bro. Samy mention that the shoes must be kept in a jeep ...
... my god,
bare unprotected help warts infections
without shoes ... ... but I'm an exception for me?!
all these flashes in a second 'cause I went down and the fly
impact crash
barefoot on the asphalt and what 'less painful to watch where I'll put' feet and walk or not think about it, basically eye does not see heart hurts!
still went
even if part of the brain and 'remained fixed on what my ends'
felt the hot asphalt smooth rough
stairs
is ', to get into the cell is sacred must rise
them' and 'preserved by a kind guardian of crude longhi yellow, a stone that Hindus cosider sacred has to do cones feet of Brahma, but I did not understand that a large '
also' cause I was spellbound by careless love with saris of the women who climbed
their ankles jingled
the veil, with which he skillfully wrap their bodies, which are released by the edges colored colorful winding danced with the wind
freewheel down not before stealing some Instant to unsuspecting!
freewheel down from the sanctuary sacred place to walk barefoot
heart of trade in trinkets and souvenirs (... and all over the world 'country!)
jeep jolted us into this temple and the other' in the heart of the city '.. . dynamic
(implied that the topography is filled with imagery more!)
we stopped at the edge of what should be down a main road without shoes
impact
hot asphalt pebbles
view feet height was a crowded and going to the incredible glance looked like an anthill
people people people
confusion bro had to follow. Samy that slipped between the loops
suddenly and 'open stony entrance of the temple light and heat of crossing the threshold are dark and damp
already'! Bagana wet boggy underfoot well
epidermal shudder of disapproval, I did not think ... but I walked in the muddy slippery
for me with that I started to feel in India
to know biblically touch this land
naked body with her bare feet
the India
for me 'was the initiation rite of the test
smile to myself
here all walk barefoot
the inside of the temple was dark but the smell was good incense
the floor and 'wet' cause this and, a time of purification, eg there are about seventy fountains to wash the blood
bowel sacred palingenesis
we walked along a corridor formed by the paratactic series of columns, the effect 'of a tunnel where they faced the colorful gods' meta 'and half men' animals Olympians Indian kitsch
the teeming wildlife in India never lacks human
sleep walk sit stand in line chatting laughing spitting use mobile phones (paradox globalization!)
everywhere
faces look and are ...
jeep again, this time led us to the ocean in three stages
the bridge, the fisherman's beach deserted white sand
the wind was the main character
single unrivaled
so 'intense that it became physical material touches you
small breaths because I was' the great do not you allow them
the ocean from the deck away from the widower
and he and 'fact desirable and desired
to my great joy, I soon realized that the meeting between me and him would have been closer I would wet salted and made my skin
the car and' new stop and taste I have put off their shoes to their feet sinking in the sand, the wind was more excited that the waves that bend up to crash on the shore, and 'was an unstoppable, primal instinct to wet my añadir "blessed" feet
bro. But Samy was 'a surprise even better: a stretch of beach more' in the 'deserted white
I bathed more' of my life the ocean water was warm, unlike my expectations
the strong wind made him the rushing stream was incredible and I choose the direction it was a struggle
made me feel good
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