Street photography from somewhere in Goa, taken sometime in january on a dslr.
The beach at Arambol is wide and wonderful.
… especially at the northern end, where many young palm trees provide refreshing shade.
But at the end of the day, this bird has to fry away…
A bird-bearing night bus is undoubtedly the ideal way to get from point A to point B with a creaking back.
A sleeper bus – with cots rather than seats – can help you avoid paying one night’s accommodation.
… but as soon as the snapshot-worthy novelty has worn off, the actual travelling leaves something to desire. But it’s dirt cheap.
Sleeper buses. A whole world unto themselves. The one i’m on is taking me from the station a Mapusa (where chickens are fried whole) to my next destination: the holy city of Hampi. Stay tuned for some mean stones, a sweet river and Laxmi, the resident elephant.
Hope you enjoyed.
It’s been a long, long time of no blogging. For good reason. A string of unfortunate events had completely sapped all my creative spirit and my natural good nature. It all began when someone stole my Dslr on a train heading to Varanasi, India. And then things started snowballing from then on. Harrowing times, to say the least. But the good mood is improving as is the weather in this odd spring of 2014 – slowly but steadily.
And now, to pick things up from where we had left them, a few street views from the beach at Arambol, Goa.
This post is dedicated to my father, Cesco Ciapanna. A truly great man who now rests in his beloved Abruzzo. Ciao, Papa’!