Snippets from Kanyakumari
Snippet 1 After an almost tearful goodbye at the bus station I was off on my first ever overnight bus journey alone to Nagercoil. The berth was comfortable and I caught forty winks on and off amidst the Tamil chatter of my fellow passengers. They say that the sleep one gets around dawn is the deepest and most restorative and I was in the middle of that very activity when the bus jolted to a halt and people started disembarking with as much noise as they could possibly make. I awoke with a start and ruefully discovered that at 5:50 a.m. I had reached my destination. It was pitch dark outside and quite chilly to boot when I got off and made my bleary-eyed way to the nearby government bus station. Fortunately it took me all of 5 minutes to be seated comfortably on a bus to Kanyakumari. Through the process of sweeping away the last cobwebs of sleep, I witnessed dawn on a green landscape through which the bus sped. The scenery was shrouded in lush greenery - swaying coconut palms and num...