We happened to find out about a festival with loads of elephants very near to where we’re staying a couple of days ago.
Festivals are a funny thing in India… it’s quite hard as tourists to find out about many of them and what happens in them. Most of the tourists in Varkala were in total ignorance of the biggest festival of the year here. This one was really well organised, and plenty of money had obviously been sunk into it.
We might make our way to another festival on the 3rd which involves 3 million women cooking and offering the results to a deity… should be interesting.
I’ve been slowly relaxing and releasing the irritability which was building up from the North of India. Lying around beaches not doing much is not usually my idea of a good time, but I’ve needed a bit of a break and Kate has really been appreciating the change in pace. I relished the chance to get stuck into photographing a festival though, I ran around like a madman in tropical heat with no water or food for hours… many of the photos were taken at 10mm so the photographers reading this can appreciate how close I got myself to some of the action. Really rewarding.