All good (and bad) things must come to an end

 Well Norm and Sue’s most excellent Indian adventure has come to an end. Frank Whittle’s invention and 40 hours landed us back in Minnesota safe and sound (albeit on a wildly different time zone). Our last post was from Chennai Airport which would have been an abrupt and incomplete ending. Abrupt and  incomplete endings are thoroughly unsatisfactory. So, and with many apologies to our reader for the delay, some thoughts.

First a video from the balcony in our Chennai hotel, its a bird sanctuary with water buffalo feeding.  Lovely.

We took it the morning of our last day and decided to walk to the beach after breakfast, 15 minutes away. After stepping over various indeterminate piles of indeterminate organic matter, walking through the fish market and declining multiple offers of various services we arrived at the beach and decided to have a paddle in the Bay of Bengal. It’s the 2nd longest urban beach in the world and here it is.

The people squatting are definitely not going for a paddle and neither did we. 

So why finish with this? Well its not like there are no contrasts between how people live in the West, but it’s so much easier to ignore. India makes it impossible to ignore. Go there, love parts of it, hate parts of it but don’t forget the lessons, we won’t.