The 2004 Tsunami ripped around and through India's cape and its seafront fishing village has been freshly redecorated. Its intricate streets and ornate catcholic churches are brightly restored and fishermen once again spend their days lazily tending their nets amongst their vividly painted longboats.
Towards the point, however, hoards of Indian tourists queue (yes queue in an orderly fashion ...quite staggering!) up a souvenier-shop-straddled street for the wildly choppy ferry trip to the two islands a short way out into the sea where 3 oceans converge.
Horse rides and an abundance of hot and spicy streetfood are on offer to tempt the hoards out again for sunset which was actually rather murky and disapointing compared to the charged human atmosphere which I was able to mingle amongst with little hassle.
Sunrise brought every guest in the town out again to just stand and watch. This unspoken ritual transcended all creed and culture as we sipped sugary milk coffee from paper cups and sauntered with horizon bound eyes between the seafront, coffee wallers and dustbins!
you'll be seeing more of this amazing panoramic funtion I just found on my camera!!
At the end of the long harbour wall, I was massaged for an hour by strong, warm wind streams which pummeled me from all angles whilst I congratulated Kanyakumari (Cape Comorin) on its lack of hassle, its queues, its plastic ban and its dustbin-use until it was time to board the Kerala bound Kanyakumari Express to meet up with my sister at the beach!
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