Southern India was a nice change from the Northern country. The South is much more laid-back and calm, and it’s safe for women to walk around alone at night. I should rephrase that and say that Indian men are safe when I’m walking around alone at night, because anyone who bothered me would experience a swift castration without anesthetic...moving on...
I started my trip in Kerala, which is the southernmost state in India. The teenage boys in Kerala are all goofy stoners, and most of them wear fake glasses with thick black frames and t-shirts with pictures of American rock bands. They’re all really sweet and helpful, and none of them seem to understand why I’m not best friends with Barack Obama.
I spent a week at a hotel by the beach. All the other guests were longterm travelers who had intended to move on after a few days, but they had all been there for over a month. We spent every night clustered around a table every night, drinking rum and swapping travel stories. I found it really difficult to move on, especially because the internet in my room was really fast and I finished all the episodes of Serial. I’m not always the most motivated traveler, okay?