I kill mosquitos like my life depends on it. Though it doesn't. Malaria isn't in Kerala. And I am taking pills. Stop worrying, ma.
Jumping spiders everywhere! Even on my table cloth.
Lighthouse by night.
Out the lighthouse window.
Cute little goat in a cute little pile of trash.
Gyrating + Santa Clause = New Years.
Big Santa Clause on the beach for New Years. Sure.
The Christians in Kerala are mostly Syrian Christians. They are part of Saint Thomas' crew. Yeah. THAT St. Thomas. The Apostle. He got lost and wandered all the way over here and started converting folks. Talk about an over achiever.
Cocoa beans!
Pepper!
Tumeric!
Coffee!
Vanilla!
Nutmeg fruits!
Nutmeg and mace!
Singing pepper!
Tulsi - Holy Basil!
Coffee beans, unroasted.
Goat!
Lady's finger! Err... okra!
Tiny little eggplant!
Black pepper!
Vanilla drying!
Tea!
Ash gourd!
Scraggly tree in the Western Ghats.
My guide of the jungle, checking for the rare but deadly Asian lion. Don't worry. None found. Sigh.
Coconuts, coconuts, everywhere.
You could just about fall asleep in these skies. Or in the rice fields. Whichever.
The beautiful sky reflects on the beautiful backwaters.
Read this. Yeah. That's what the commies strike for.
Little rolls of chapatti dough all swirled up.
The chapatti rolling man.
Beautiful little flower.
If you can't quite read it, that ice cream is 'Super Good.' Or at least it claims to be.
Am I in France already? Yes... ish. Pondicherry is a former colony of France and keeps some of it like the adorable street signs which are also written in Tamil.
Epcot meets NASA with a bit of Heaven's Gate thrown in there for good measure.
There are dinosaurs here.
One of Mumbai's big problems is the Rent Act which has made life real hard for property owners. Unable to kick out tennants or raise rents (some have remained at the same rate as they were in the 1940s) many property owners just let their buildings fall apart - only being obligated to maintain the parts which are still occupied.
The is Chowpatty beach at night. It's jst this crazy, even without the long exposure. People everywhere, everything is for sale, and hand opperated ferris wheels for the kiddies.
Mishti dhoi at Brittania.
The British did some nice faux-Victorian architecture while they were in Mumbai. I don't know what this does, but it's pretty.
The filthy walk back from Haji Ali.
Haji Ali, a mosque on an island off the coast from Mumbai, scarcely recordable through the thick smog.
Thousands of washers work here to clean the clothes of Mumbai, then hang up the laundry to dry above their homes.
