Varkala

On the train, window seats, nice and breezy, can even lie down for a nap. Mind you doors are left open as train thunders down the track. A health and safety nightmare. 797 people were killed when they fell out in 2014, and that was on the Mumbai railway. The numbers killed crossing the track are truly astonishing.

Two hours to Varkala, or in Mike speak, three cups of chai.

Varkala renowned for its cliffs and black sand beaches.
Our place for 3 nights, Divine Bliss Beach Resort.
Fan room. Evenings are cool in February at 16-17 °C.
100 metres from the cliffs and beaches.

On one edge of the cliffs is certain death, with 100 metre drop, on the other are shops, restaurants and Ayurvedic treatment centers. Mike didn't know which way to turn. Yvonne, however had found scarf heaven.

Lots of French, Germans, Italians, some Brits, Irish and Scots. The Scots are obvious as they are the ones with red hair and very little epidermis left. Look like they have been slowly roasted.
Oh, I forgot the Americans, you can hear them long before you see them.

It is all very 'nice'. Most of the traders come from North India and Kashmir. End of April they go home. Too hot for tourists and the storms start to build.

People come here for treatments, meditation, surfing, and just to relax.

Leave you with some photos: Mike on the train; shopping or certain death; Mohito; Yvonne in the surf; main beach.