Rameshwaram, First Impressions
Rameshwaram is about 30k from Sri Lanka. It looks like home, but it’s a bit weird. For one thing, it feels about 30k from the sun. Oh my God it was hot. And it was impossible to get a room. As a single man they all said no. They saw me hot and dying in the street like a pack mule and said no. I called and reserved and when I arrived they said no. And a Sri Lankan passport here elicits no grins at all. They say single men are terrorists or some here to kill themselves, but if I was going to commit suicide I’d check in to a nicer hotel.
I like being close to home, but this is basically the most unwelcoming place I’ve been to in India. I was so happy to see the sea, but people are so unhappy to see me. I don’t get it.
I have found a place to rest my weary bones, half a click from the temple. I’m going to go look for home in the morning. I’m starting to miss it terribly.
Your journey through India has most certainly been a fascinating one Indi… but I envy you not given the trials you’ve experienced on it!
Do not hate Rameshwaram, it is us who made them behave this way. As with everything, time will heal.
I’d like to see a piece on our beloved Prime Minister Ratnasiri Wickramanayake’s racist rant against Thamils and Muslims voting for Sarath Fonseka. Thank you.