Gokarna town

I'm still in Gokarna. My excuse is a severely bruised toe. I bashed my little toe a couple of days ago on a stone, walking over the hill to a nearby beach. It hurt too much to go walking in shoes or sandals. But it's fine walking on the beach with bare feet.

Gokarna is a small town with lots of little temples and lots of lovely bookshops. I have found a second hand copy of Shantaram, so I could just stay here until I have read it, then trade it in for another book.

The walk over the hill from Om beach to Gokarna is beautiful. Wooded hills roll softly all around with the sea in the distance. Maximum temperatures are thirty one degrees at the moment, with cool breezes from the sea. There are westerners here who have been living in bamboo huts for months and months.