Drowsy Varkala

I just want to sleep. My eyes are heavy and my body is sinking into the chair. G & K are napping already but I am trying to resist. We all slept much of the day yesterday, reposing in sympathy with K who had some Delhi Belly. Or maybe my daytime drowsiness was due to being brained by some high tree dweller dropping a big seed on my noggin hard enough to make a solid thunk. 

I don't want to sleep all my days away but Varkala lures you to drowse during the day with its languid pace and indolent heat. It's the perfect recovery space after hectic Delhi.

The Indian families in our beach house are doing their best to keep us awake day and night with loud voices and shrieking children. They do not nap but maybe they should. 

The last time I came to Varkala it was mostly western tourists in revealing resort wear and hippies in their baggy printed cotton and silks. This time it is predominately Indian tourists. Family groups, large friend groups and couples. There are the religious crowds here for Shivaratri in traditional modest clothes and modern women from Mumbai scandalizing them in their Bollywood inspired vacation wear. The Indian tourists are what has kept Varkala afloat economically these last years. With all the western tourists gone, all the predominantly western restaurants here and in Paharganj are gone. No more German bakeries or hippy granola type spots anymore. The food is still diverse and delicious and if I had magic powers right now I would summon a banana lassi. And then probably nap.