Smells like fish, but feels like heaven...

It was hard to say good bye to the Tamil fisher folks, but our visa was running out. So we headed up to Pondicherry.

When you spend an afternoon swimming with three Tamil kids, they will drag the child out of you and you will find yourself behaving like a loco... and it feels soooo good :-)

The last ghostly remains of the British presence. Ones upon a time this was a busy railway station with trains being shipped to the Sri Lankan side. After the birth of the L.T.T.E., all contact has been cut off.

This is the end of the world (as we know it)

A juicy piece of watermelon, a rare treat for the local kids. The diet of the villagers mainly consist of fish and rice with an occasional thin vegetable broth and some strange stone hard roots I could not identify.

When the net is all fixed and clean they get it ready for the next night. This goes on 24/7 and for the people of Deneskudi it is called life.

Some of the byproduct of the night fishing.












They already are cleaning and fixing the nets.

And when we are still sleeping under the morning sun...

The fisher man are real tough guys. They go out to the sea every morning around 3am and fish 'till they can.

The local chai shop with the proud owner who must have been making tea for the last fifty years at this same spot the same way every day all day.

This is Deneskudi, the last little fishing village on the Tamil peninsula. A small settlement with no electricity just hot send, small huts and beautiful fisher families.

Gabri' with one of the neighbors. After a few days we became the main entertainers of the whole village. And all this with no common language to rely on.
But when you can't talk, that's when magic starts to happen.

I also got the green light to prepare some mild euro-curry for the family. The verdict was: "It looks weird, but tastes good."

Of course we also helped wherever we could. Here we are working on the family's new boat. It's gonna be the queen of the bay :-)

Well, these two just wanted to swing in Gabri's hammock all day.

And lots of helpful youngsters like this one here who's family opened their doors (well there are no doors really on these bamboo huts) to us and made us to be part of the family.

We have found a tiny little fishing village..

You are real lucky that the internet has no smell.

Lot's of dried fish by the shore.

Long corridor of the Rameshwaran temple. We got here right before Shiva-ratri, so things where still quite.

Another interesting train ride, this time to Rameshwaran. A punk-rock Mash-pit is nothing compare to this.