Not the sun salutations of course...but yes, waiting for it. The black piece of rubber is the fishermans charm given to me by one of the crew.
The morning dawns...
If words could a sun rise make....
Coffee and bread on the boat-top makes a fine breakfast. Something about the sea breeze!
Anjali,
Great Story and perfect narration!
I visited your blog, and must admire you for your solo travels in India. Keep travelling and keep writing..
-Manisha
Those are beautiful sunrise pictures!
An interesting series of posts on your adventure Anjaly and I’m on my way to the last part.