Om Beach- Karnataka, India
On the train to Gokarna we sat in a class we knew was not ours but we had seen so many other travelers, mostly Indian, sit down wherever, so we thought we were safe. But when the ticket master came and asked for our tickets, he wanted us to pay an extra 83r each. We told him we didn't know better and he sent us back to where we were supposed to sit. So we all got our things and proceeded towards the back of the train where the cheap tickets are.
After staggering through several cars, third class, second class, first class, we got to our car and the door was locked. So we all turned around, which isn't easy with backpacks on, and proceeded back to where we started. When we sat back down the ticket master returned and we tried to explain. He gave us two options; pay the 83r or go stand in the doorway until we reach our stop, only 15 minutes or so. So we all plopped down in a space about 10 wide 5 deep and wait.
The girls I am now traveling with are from England and made a friend on the train, an older woman traveling alone also from England. The girls ask her if she knows this old hackneyed song called " ". She does. So they begin to sing in that beautiful English accent this very funny song about dying. The woman knows all of the verses and keeps the girls going for a good 5 minutes. They are all laughing and singing as I listen and watch. Very entertaining.
Our arrival was a bit on the crazy side. The cab driver at the station told us it costs more because of the treacherous road that leads to the beach. He wasn't kidding! The driver dropped us at the top of a dark hill and told us the beach was a ten minute walk. He didn't mention that it was down a rocky winding trail only lit by dull moonlight. Somehow, we managed to make it, giggling, screaming and feeling our way down the hill. When we landed, the beach was beautiful and we were standing at the edge of the first resort, "Namaste!" We were hungry and tired as we were on the train for 3 hours before the rickshaw drive.
The beach is rocking - music playing, people eating and drinking. I inquire at a desk, a table actually, and ask if they have any rooms. He says they have one and it's a single. I ask to see it. It is quite small with one bed and the floor space is tiny. I tell him we will take it, thinking that maybe we will find another someplace else too. The girls decide to split the cost and sleep on the floor making it a very cheap evening. The food is great and we keep the door open when we go to sleep. If we close the door when one of us gets up to use the bathroom outside the room, the girl on the floor will have to be awakened and move. The weather is warm so we risk it.
Appropriately named, Om Beach encompasses everything. The beach itself curves outward into the sea and then back inward twice, creating a wavelike feeling - Ooooommmmm! The hum is a little partyish for me but we find refuge in our huts. We are very lucky to finally get three huts when we did because the next morning there were several other tired travelers searching for a place to call home for now. I will be for a week or so meditating, doing yoga, making friends.
Love & Peace to all~ Lynne
After staggering through several cars, third class, second class, first class, we got to our car and the door was locked. So we all turned around, which isn't easy with backpacks on, and proceeded back to where we started. When we sat back down the ticket master returned and we tried to explain. He gave us two options; pay the 83r or go stand in the doorway until we reach our stop, only 15 minutes or so. So we all plopped down in a space about 10 wide 5 deep and wait.
The girls I am now traveling with are from England and made a friend on the train, an older woman traveling alone also from England. The girls ask her if she knows this old hackneyed song called " ". She does. So they begin to sing in that beautiful English accent this very funny song about dying. The woman knows all of the verses and keeps the girls going for a good 5 minutes. They are all laughing and singing as I listen and watch. Very entertaining.
Our arrival was a bit on the crazy side. The cab driver at the station told us it costs more because of the treacherous road that leads to the beach. He wasn't kidding! The driver dropped us at the top of a dark hill and told us the beach was a ten minute walk. He didn't mention that it was down a rocky winding trail only lit by dull moonlight. Somehow, we managed to make it, giggling, screaming and feeling our way down the hill. When we landed, the beach was beautiful and we were standing at the edge of the first resort, "Namaste!" We were hungry and tired as we were on the train for 3 hours before the rickshaw drive.
The beach is rocking - music playing, people eating and drinking. I inquire at a desk, a table actually, and ask if they have any rooms. He says they have one and it's a single. I ask to see it. It is quite small with one bed and the floor space is tiny. I tell him we will take it, thinking that maybe we will find another someplace else too. The girls decide to split the cost and sleep on the floor making it a very cheap evening. The food is great and we keep the door open when we go to sleep. If we close the door when one of us gets up to use the bathroom outside the room, the girl on the floor will have to be awakened and move. The weather is warm so we risk it.
Appropriately named, Om Beach encompasses everything. The beach itself curves outward into the sea and then back inward twice, creating a wavelike feeling - Ooooommmmm! The hum is a little partyish for me but we find refuge in our huts. We are very lucky to finally get three huts when we did because the next morning there were several other tired travelers searching for a place to call home for now. I will be for a week or so meditating, doing yoga, making friends.
Love & Peace to all~ Lynne
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