The beach of Gokarna is a little paradise: for us ('didgeridoo-playing-dreadlocked neo-hippies' as the guide book describes), for the many 'street dogs' that get petted and hugged the whole days by us hippies, and for the holy cows that walk (and shit, look out! Vanes' feet loved it) freely over the beach.
Daphne taught us some yoga. Look how balanced we are, while waiting for the bus !
On top of the playa
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