Kanyakumari is where India ends. It’s as far south as you can go before you face nothing but endless water. I thought it a rather romantic idea to reach “The world’s edge”, to ride all the way to Kanyakumari on the motorcycle, and finally we have made it. I’ve got no idea exactly how many kilometers this place is from Rajasthan, where we began the journey, but mine and Tanya’s bottoms say “It’s pretty damn far!”
Besides being a major place of religious pilgrimage, the biggest attractions of Kanyakumari are sunrise and sunset watching. Because the town is located on a narrow tip, right at the very bottom of India, it is possible to see the sun rise and set over the sea, and you only have to walk a couple of hundred meters from one spot to the other. As a result every morning there are hordes of mostly local tourists who line up to watch the sunrise and to photograph each other in silly poses at the sunrise point. In the evenings the same deal is repeated at sunset point. The whole area around those two spots is kitschy beyond description and rather irritating, due to the countless numbers of people trying to sell you tourist junk at every corner. But should you venture outside of the tourist zone, you will see a very different side of this region.
One day we decided to ride along the coastline road that headed north-east from the “Edge of India”. The whole way felt strange, fascinating and edge-of-the-worldly. Sparsely populated fishing villages, government housing, likely erected after the 2004 Tsunami and churches, in almost every village, they seemed so out of place due to their grand design and enormous size that dwarfed anything we had seen in Goa.
Without a map, a description of the area in any guidebook or any useful information from the tourist office the ride was exploration for the sake of exploring, a journey into the unknown. There were no demands for pens, chocolates or money along the way. It was beautiful “unadulterated” India. When we got back into town I was faced with the same dilemma that I have encountered a few times on this trip – a bit over three months to cover a relatively small part of India, but ultimately so little time.
We have less than ten days until we fly back to Sydney and so the journey towards Mumbai must begin soon. The next stop is Madurai, we ride from there to Bangalore and travel by train for the remaining days.
Top and middle: A child of a salt worker, patiently waiting for mother with his juice bottle. I photographed this at a salt making field (or whatever you would call a place that makes salt). We came across it while doing our little exploration trip. We came back a few times, wanting to see the mother and son again, but they were no longer there.
Second from the bottom: Tourists at sunset point.
Bottom: This one’s for my mum. She hasn’t seen her son in over four months. Yeah, it’s kinda cheesy, but till I get back I guess a photo is all she can see of me.