A pair of surfers head home after an evening of catching waves at touristy Kuta beach in Bali.
A fellow surfer ends his day at Kuta beach in Bali.
Cat's got my tongue at the moment. I'm trying to write something but nothing seems to be coming to mind except the insulting comment one surfer told me about anyone that surfs on Kuta beach in Bali. But I won't repeat it here.
Instead, I'll tell you that I'm in Delhi now overdosing on rickshaw fumes and getting my stomach accustomed once again to Indian cuisine. I'm surprised how much I've actually missed my beloved kadai paneer and naan during my 3 month break away from India. In addition, I find myself looking forward to samosas and chana masala after such a long time.
Other than the cuisine, I find it necessary to readjust to photography in India after nearly three months in South Korea. Finding clean, uncluttered backgrounds is extremely difficult in this country and pulling out a camera draws idle gawkers from around the neighborhood, half of them surreptitiously trying to squeeze into the frame. I took a stroll around old Delhi yesterday snapping only one photo as proof but old Delhi is a swarm of humanity so I'll save my energy for another place that can bear less frustrating photographic fruit.