Where 3 oceans meet, where Gandhi's...

ashes where dispersed.
What a blessing to read Swami Vivekananda's sacred teachings from where his worldly mission started.

From where Gandhi decided to ...go.

Nerver mind failures... if you fail a thousand times, make the attempt once more!

So true, even when it stands in front of Men's room!

So... back on the road!

After a few days resting, under the rain, in Amritapuri, time for me to take my backpack again and head south, to the southern most point of India: Kanyakumari.

An early train, puffing its way between long coconut palms and flooded rice fields... actually quite refreshing in the hard sunlight getting high and hot by now ...
What a better way than these few kilometers where the landscape defiles slowly, to discover India from below the Line, from down under… from local projects as well as places of very high spiritual importance in India: Kanyakumari with Swami Vivekananda and Mahatma Gandhi, Pondichery and Sri Aurobindo and the Mother in Auroville a few kilometers north, Mahavalipuram and its sinked temples like an indian version of La Cite Perdue, Atlantide..

Tiruvanamalai and Ramana Raharshi, Arunachala and its 14 kilometers and mantra walk at full moon time… with thousands of pilgrims…

In the next weeks an introduction class on Social Innovation in IIT Madras the most famous Indian university, a bit like Polytechnique in France.

For now Kanyakumari welcomes me with a tropical dry heat, at the end of the end of India…

No more tracks after the train has stopped. Opening the door from AC 3^rd tier, to get my throat assaulted by dry sandy air, smells of tropical islands (mix of frangipane and jasmine) as well as a weird kind of maqui smell too!

Memories of Corsica, of childhood islands, Guadeloupe, Tahiti, Rangiroa…

It is midday, the heat is culminating, and like in those island of my young age, siesta is not a luxury but a must!

No other choice than the touristic auto-rickshaw which charges 10 times more to get to Vivekananda ashram, usual tourist rape!

Ashram in the outskirts of town, beautiful campsite by the sea, with many temples, exhibition rooms for Vivekananda’s 150 bday!

Time to pay my respects to Mister Biogas here: his department has installed 3000 home units in the past 25 years.

And still no Pinkie Holding my dear friend Deepak, that will never happen!

But look at how happy they are: "
Hello you look lovely today... 
hey you what are you looking at!"
even sending bad looks and 'pinking' up a fight!!!