Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Beach Outpost at the end of the Subcontinent

Seething ocean, crowded sand.
Sickly humidity. Storm clouds.
The British Avionics engineer has sent me to Kovalam.
Arrival in setting sun, after hours in an air-conditioned car.
Feels like Bangkok on the water, though I've never been to Bangkok.
Strange Overtones in the way people walk. Dead walk/dead eyes/the party had been over for some time.

Something's coming. Maybe the tide?

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