Puri

The beach was fairly clean, though we were too lazy to go there. Instead, we treated ourselves to a very nice hotel where we spent most of the time, sleeping, reading and eating as it was such a great place to chill out.

We also took an Indian massage which was an experience not to repeated. Too much oil, too many people watching, and we came out more stressed than when we went in! We found out afterwards the oil was full of Bhang (marijuana). A typical Ayurvedic treatment, apparently.

A local women wanders through the main street in the sleepy beach part of town.

Even the petrol station is sleepy.

A bullock cart driver was hit by a train a few days ago as his stubborn bullocks refused to move.

These geniuses seem to ignore the fact that a train is coming and slide their motorbikes under the level crossing in the hope of beating the train. This is not India's best entry for the Darwinism Awards of removing oneself from the gene-pool. Bus driving is their number one entry.

We visited Jagganath Mandir, hoping to glimpse the black deity and his armless sister. Non-hindus were not allowed in, and to be honest we couldn't face another Brahmin (Priest) and his bullshit donation book, so we thought it was best not to try.

Some of the local deities around the temple are patently there to scare the local faithful into...

... Buying sweets and other coloured crap so that the Brahmins can get fatter.

Specially designed for the Brahmin (fat bastard) palette.

Does anyone reading this detect the sense of annoyance with have with Brahmins at the moment?