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Bursting with personal tidbits and must-see lists, this personal travel blog of India – the brainchild of Mumbai couple Sandeepa and Chetan is a great read! Incidentally, the couple sold their house to travel the world full-time two years ago. Whether you want to know about the best train journeys to take or the best landscapes in India, or the inside story on monastery festivals, or off-the-beaten path gems for serious trekkers, it has it all. So devoted to capturing the essence of travel, Sandeepa and Chetan also offer their secrets on what electronic gadgetry and photographic equipment they are using under their Our Travel Gear section! With this couple constantly on the road with inspiring stories, we encourage you not to lose track of them. Bursting with personal tidbits and must-see lists, this personal travel blog of India – the brainchild of Mumbai couple Sandeepa and Chetan is a great read! Incidentally, the couple sold their house to travel the world full-time two years ago. Whether you want to know about the best train journeys to take or the best landscapes in India, or the inside story on monastery festivals, or off-the-beaten path gems for serious trekkers, it has it all. So devoted to capturing the essence of travel, Sandeepa and Chetan also offer their secrets on what electronic gadgetry and photographic equipment they are using under their Our Travel Gear section! With this couple constantly on the road with inspiring stories, we encourage you not to lose track of them. Bursting with personal tidbits and must-see lists, this personal travel blog of India – the brainchild of Mumbai couple Sandeepa and Chetan is a great read! Incidentally, the couple sold their house to travel the world full-time two years ago. Whether you want to know about the best train journeys to take or the best landscapes in India, or the inside story on monastery festivals, or off-the-beaten path gems for serious trekkers, it has it all. So devoted to capturing the essence of travel, Sandeepa and Chetan also offer their secrets on what electronic gadgetry and photographic equipment they are using under their Our Travel Gear section! With this couple constantly on the road with inspiring stories, we encourage you not to lose track of them.

Have you ever thought about going on a holiday when the whole country is in a festive mood? Try visiting Indonesia during the holy month of Ramadan! As every Muslim celebrates Ramadan in Indonesia, the country will feel more joyful than usual. Traveling during Ramadan in Indonesia surely is something that you will never forget for a long time. If you’re interested in enjoying a holiday during Ramadan in Indonesia to the fullest, then check out these 5 trip ideas during Ramadan in Indonesia that we have brought you! Let’s check them all out below! 1.  Selecting your hotel location  Choosing a hotel location matters a lot when you want to experience the festive atmosphere of Ramadan in Indonesia to its fullest. In a certain corner of the city, there will be a streetside market where you can find a lot of food stalls offering a great selection of mouthwatering snacks and takjil (desserts regularly made during Ramadan to break the fast). Several magnificent great mosques around the city are also available to be explored. During the afternoon, these mosques are often riddled with food stalls too! So be on the lookout for the best hotels in Indonesia that are strategically located near a well-known market or a grand Mosque. Do also note that during Ramadan, Muslims in Indonesia would often remind the time of Sahur early in the morning through loudspeakers.  If you're a light sleeper, then you might want to keep a distance from mosques. 2.  Dining out options for breakfast and lunch  Throughout Ramadan, you should expect to see several restaurants and cafes that either close earlier than usual, are not opened at all, or are still open with their windows and/or doors covered partly.  These are mostly done as a way to show respect to Muslims who are fasting. If you don’t fast and are looking for breakfast or lunch, no worries! Various fast-food or franchise restaurants still have normal operating hours most of the time, so finding food isn’t as difficult as you may think. If you prefer to eat other than from chain restaurants, then another option you can have is by ordering the food you want with delivery apps. Try ordering some dishes from the best fine dining restaurants in your area! 3.  Exploring the afternoon food market  One of the activities you have to try to truly feel the festive atmosphere of Ramadan in Indonesia is hunting for takjil (desserts regularly made during Ramadan to break the fast). As the sun begins to set and iftar time is about to come, the food stalls will start to appear around many well-known markets or grand Mosques around the city. Several must-try street foods such as cendol, cincau, kolak pisang, ketan hitam, and candil are often sold at these stalls. If you’re lucky, you may also find some scrumptious regional Ramadan snacks and takjil depending on the city where you are staying!

Already an established journalist, Lakshmi Sharath switched her media desk job for a continued get-up-and-go life. Sharath beautifully journals her backpacking travel tales as she ventures to the nooks and crannies of India, where she magically weaves the magic of heritage, culture and mythology into something tangible for armchair travelers. She will keep you on the edge of that seat as she pens down her experiences of a deserted beach, or a town once swallowed by a cyclone, in her blog Lakshmisharath.com. You won’t be surprised that this real and fresh approach has received her notoriety as a key India travel influencer, and is repeatedly quoted and featured in global and national publications, from National Geographic Traveller to the Deccan Herald.

We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Keralavvv We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala                                       We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala We had chanced upon this beach in Kovalam. Walking around the Vizhinjam lighthouse, the tallest in Kerala, we saw a stretch of sand with hardly any people, and some fishing boats. Away from the hustle and bustle of beach shacks and stores, this was a quiet little beach, with everyone minding their own business.  There was a newly married Indian couple standing gingerly in the waters, a French couple who had been coming there for a fortnight, to catch a sunset, and end up seeing only the clouds instead, there was a solo woman traveller reading a book, and there was us, watching the sky change from blue to pink to orange. There were boats with fishing nets drying on them, there were the fishing folks, gathering and sorting their fishing nets, there were the young guys who came running down from the resort on top for a game of football, there were two local guys engrossed in an intense game of frisbee.  There were all these multiple worlds, co existing effortlessly, harmoniously, as if this is the way it was always meant to be. Read more: A day in Trivandrum and Kovalam beach, Kerala                                                                                                                                  

Jakarta (/dʒəˈkɑːrtə/; Indonesian pronunciation: [dʒaˈkarta] (listen), Betawi: Jakarte, formerly Dutch: Batavia), officially the Special Capital Region of Jakarta (Indonesian: Daerah Khusus Ibukota Jakarta), is the capital and largest city of Indonesia. Lying on the north-west coast of Java, the world's most populous island, Jakarta is the largest city in Southeast Asia, and serves as the diplomatic capital of ASEAN. The city is the economic, cultural, and political centre of Indonesia. It possesses a province-level status and has a population of 10,562,088 as of mid-2021.[8] Although Jakarta extends over only 664.01 km2 (256.38 sq mi) and thus has the smallest area of any Indonesian province, its metropolitan area covers 9,957.08 km2 (3,844.45 sq mi), which includes the satellite cities Bogor, Depok, Tangerang, South Tangerang, and Bekasi, and has an estimated population of 35 million as of 2021, making it the largest urban area in Indonesia and the second-largest in the world (after Tokyo). Jakarta ranks first among the Indonesian provinces in the human development index. Jakarta's business and employment opportunities, along with its ability to offer a potentially higher standard of living compared to other parts of the country, have attracted migrants from across the Indonesian archipelago, making it a melting pot of numerous cultures. Jakarta is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in Southeast Asia. Established in the fourth century as Sunda Kelapa, the city became an important trading port for the Sunda Kingdom. At one time, it was the de facto capital of the Dutch East Indies, when it was known as Batavia. Jakarta was officially a city within West Java until 1960 when its official status was changed to a province with special capital region distinction. As a province, its government consists of five administrative cities and one administrative regency. Jakarta is an alpha world city and is the seat of the ASEAN secretariat. Financial institutions such as the Bank of Indonesia, Indonesia Stock Exchange, and corporate headquarters of numerous Indonesian companies and multinational corporations are located in the city. In 2021, the city's GRP PPP was estimated at US$602.946 billion. Jakarta's main challenges include rapid urban growth, ecological breakdown, gridlocked traffic, congestion, and flooding. Jakarta is sinking up to 17 cm (6.7 inches) annually, which has made the city more prone to flooding. In fact, it is one of the fastest-sinking capitals in the world. In response to these challenges, in August 2019, President Joko Widodo announced his agreement with an official study that the capital of Indonesia would be moved from Jakarta to the planned city of Nusantara, in the province of East Kalimantan on the island of Borneo. Parliament approved the move on 18 January 2022.

With its alluring mix of breathtaking beaches, lush landscape, and exotic island indulgence, Likupang ticks all the boxes for an ideal tropical vacation. Located on the northern tip of North Sulawesi, Likupang can be reached easily from Manado via a 1.5-hour car ride. Scroll through this 3D2N itinerary to experience the joy of being surrounded by the beauty of nature on your short trip to Likupang: Day 1 There are multiple transportation options to choose from, but renting a car is highly recommended for your 3D2N Likupang trip because some landmarks on this island are located quite far from each other. Get ready for some much-needed beach therapy that will leave you relaxed and rejuvenated. Marvel at The Beauty of Likupang Beach The sparkling blue water around this charming white-sand beach abounds with rich marine life and happens to be a popular diving spot. Laze on the beach, gaze at the hills, or take a refreshing dip in the water. Frolic with The Waves at Paal Beach Spend the afternoon at the heavenly Paal Beach that’s wrapped in white sand, lapped by clear turquoise waters, and cooled by gentle sea breeze. Have a go at swimming, fishing, or kayaking. Enjoy a banana boat ride, play in the sand, or sit under a shady tree to take in the amazing views of the sea.   Chill Out at Pulisan Beach Head over to the picturesque Pulisan Beach and discover the exotic cliffs and savannah hills. Relax in a gazebo, capture amazing photos, and snag a lovely view of the sun dipping into the sea. Be Overwhelmed by The View at Pulisan Hill Then hike to the top of Pulisan Hill for awe-inspiring panoramic views of the Pulisan beach. Admire the vast expanse of aquamarine water lined by white sand and lush scenery. End the day with the dramatic sunset view. 

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Bali is not a paradise like the picture postcards of Maldives or the Bahamas suggest. The beaches of Kuta up to Canggu are quite different and less tropical than one might expect. Mass tourism has left its mark on most places such as Kuta, Seminyak, and even Ubud. There is traffic at times, the trash problem of a developing country is still not completely solved, and there is some crime and scamming going on...that's all not matching the idea of a paradise. Bali is a paradise, because it is tolerant and inviting and lets you be who you want to be. It has an incredible variety of almost everything any traveler wishes to explore or experience. It offers great value for money, and an art and culture that is unique in this world, authentic, and alive. If you want to leave the mass tourism behind, all you need is a short drive and you will enter a Bali that has almost not changed in decades. There are countless areas and sites that are absolutely remote, quiet and almost untouched, where magnificent nature shows her beauty. Bali is a paradise because of the whole package it offers, and not because it looks like a "white sandy beach coconut tree postcard" wherever you go.