I remember the sign that says, “Pelican crossing”, but the other day what was crossing the highway was not a pelican nor a cow, but a turtle. I was delighted to see such adorable little creature creeping on the road, it was so cute to me, but at the same time, I was worried, you see, for sure we will not run him over, but others might. Of course we could never make a turtle transport itself faster by its own (it has been said that it was the turtle couple who last came in and went out of Noah’s ark), but I was so relieve while straining my spinal cord as I looked back at him making it across the other side of the road while there were no other vehicles coming. It was a success for him.
It was just one turtle, but can you imagine 78 turtles crawling onto the tarmac and eventually shut down an airport runway? Without considering the delays they innocently caused, the sightings must have been breathtaking, after all, it’s not everyday you see those kind of reptiles, 78 of them, make a crawling showdown.
This is one of my favorite photos that I shot during my tour in the subcontinent: an Indian woman of strong personality in her traditional Indian clothing ‘sari’, wearing an expression on her face, worry, concern and curiosity over something she was looking at. We were in a ‘forest park’ this time. I like photos like this, one depicting how the people live in their everyday lives in some part of the world foreign to us. It’s beautiful, and colorful, for me it is priceless.
Beginning tomorrow I will be passing time again, but not in watching the Juhu sunset and the beach below from the hotel window, but in searching for something to occupy me in the weeks of solitude. This time my project is to redo and finish the cad drawing of the church, this one will really keep me bored by being busy and using my now almost stagnant brain for few weeks. Still nothing beats a constructive, intelligent company to converse and deal with. And it is not sunset yet, the sun has just risen up. Have to have my own way.