Animals of Arambol

expectations on a beach might generally include human footprints, people lounging, playing frisbee, beach volleyball, probably some seabird footprints, and perhaps some dogs frollicking around. all of these are pretty much fulfilled, but there are also hoofprints and cow dung...and herds of cattle with gnarly horns curving around their heads, nonchalauntly walking or lying beachside...and packs of dogs biting their skin catching some cool air in the shade of a shored boat.

there are some pretty fantastic restaurants too, offering a variety of food with equally great ambiance. the fresh fruit and their juices are out of this world...and there is good coffee to be found here (which unfortunately reintroduces and feeds my addiction that i just recovered from 2 days of caffeine withdrawal headaches from. but it is worth it for now. i guess i will have to rid myself of dependencies another time.) anyway, (back on course), our favorite restaurant here is called double dutch, so we continue to return. the beggars just do not give in though (the cats that is). they watch you, sit in the extra chair at the table and meow. or they treat the sandy ground beneath as a giant litter box and proceed to do their business beneath the chairs...and even theirs is not solid! hahaha

nonetheless, all of these 4-legged beasts are friendly.

and the 6+ legged and winged, i am not quite sure what it is but man, they are eating me alive!

life is good here and laid-back. it moves at a nice, slow pace. we have started to recognize some of the fellow travelers and locals, and they recognize us. but now the time has come for us to move on. we leave unbronzed...as pale as we came, but we are eastbound on an overnight bus the extensive ruins in the ghost-town of hampi (aka "humpy").