The bus driver stopped the bus at some deserted place, late in the night for the passengers to relieve themselves. There was no clue of washrooms until I found some people move towards two tiny concrete blocks. Filth and stench haunted the toilets like ghosts. No door handles or locks! We asked our fellow females to hold the door for us and they obliged. The other gender took to bushes instead; no wonder there was too much greenery around.
When I woke up next, it was morning but something was strange. We were crossing lush green hills, through snake roads, but hey! Wasn’t I heading to a beach?!
The Western Ghats tricked me out of sleep.
A village welcomed me in broad daylight, along with a group of auto-walas, eager to take an outsider for a costly ride. Kudle beach was two kilometers away. I was supposed to meet my friend at the bus stand. As soon as we met we instinctively decided to walk all the way to the beach.