Good for the soul
SHORTLY before 7am, the sleepy temple town of Gokarna is waking up to another glorious day. The sun has risen. A blanket of orange shifts into a blue sky. The market comes to life, overflowing with papaya, sacks of spice and exotic vegetables. A sadhu , swathed in white, meanders through the streets, his stick puncturing the dust. Alone. Silent. Lost in prayer. The ocean twinkles in the distance, heralding the new dawn.
It’s taken us three hours from Goa airport, heading deeper and deeper into the jungle. Located at the confluence
