And Kudle was the last

Again my trousers got wet while loosing a flip-flop, hug Gill and Matt goodbye and get my huge rucksack out of the moving boat that had taken me from Paradise beach to Kudle beach for 50 Rs.

I entered the first guest house to check for a room to see a smiley face looking straight at me. I know him, I think. I know I know him, but from where? It didn't matter, it was a friendly face. I should act as if I knew who he was. It didn't come out very well. Michael, an Israeli who was with him noticed my confusion and confessed me later on how lost I looked when he was talking to me. However, I placed the guy a minute later, in Diu! It was Roy, though his name I would know later on. I don't think I ever learned his name before that. Always with his guitar, never singing.

I used Kudle beach to shanti, shanti, even a bit more. My last outburst still worried me, and for what came ahead I had to be relaxed. I wrote, read and run. Walked along the beach several times to realize the amount of wildlife wight in the shore, under our noses. Tiny crabs everywhere weren't a novelty anymore. Crabs in beautiful snail shells were something else. One of them was in an orange and white coloured shell like if being a relative from the clown fish.

With low tide, ponds of salty water were created within the rocks and nice little fish were stuck in there. If you stayed long enough, fish be encouraged to go clean your feet, tickling you on the way.

Along the beach, from time to time, you could see stars shaped on the sand. I saw a crow eating a starfish. I had to see one as well, though I wasn't planning to eat it. On the next sight of a star shaped on the sand, I started digging to find a blueish starfish. After having it a while with me I returned it back to the sea. Couldn't keep it I guess.

While collecting shells, you could see also little rays that came very close to the shore helped with every wave. They got scared at any little movement and disappeared straight away in the light brown sea.

But Kudle beach was to surprise again, in another way. Out of nowhere, on my last day, Jim stepped into my guest house. He had just arrived that morning.

All good sensations before a busy Mumbai.