Shanti, shanti

Two weeks in Diu have really shown me the meaning of this word. Why twice? An Indian thing I guess.

Hanging around town, visiting things, or going to the beach are such peaceful things in this little island of the Gujarat state. And it's not that you don't get bothered at all, but in a less aggressive manner. One day at the beach, I was laying down with my headphones on, tabbing my fingers to the rhythm of the music and eyes closed. When I open them, this bunch of about 15 kids are surrounding me, staring with curious or who knows what eyes. I asked Xavi how long had they been there, and his answer was "for a while". Fuck sake! He could've said something before.

Despite this incident, if you could call it that way, I never felt bothered at the beach though some Indians have always been around. And anyway, they are all Indian tourists, probably from Mumbai or the rest of the Gujarati state.

The second time at the beach, there was absolutely no one. Ovi decided to take a swim as nature had brought him to life. It feels necessary to add that the beach I'm talking about is about two km long and we were the only group to be seen at all.

So if you have to shanti, shanti in India, Diu is the place.