The number one beach resort for Kolkatans, but only four hours out of Kolkata on the bus, so it was never gonna be the Copacabana.
Fly-blown and faded, charitably at best it was Caister on a very bad weekender.
The beach was a very long, very flat, very grey-brown strand, the sea flat as a pancake and, while I would like to wax lyrical about the dawn coming up like thunder outer Burma* 'crost the Bengal Bay, it really only drifted up slowly from behind a hazy mist.
To be fair it did have some quirkiness to it, like this random temple which shared a field with a decomposing polystyrene replica of itself.
A sandy lane ran along the back of the beach, and the resorts had been developed down to the sand, but had mostly been left to fade, as Indian schemes seem to do, which was a shame.
Then the holidaymakers chuck all their rubbish everywhere, including the seashore they are standing on, which is just insane.
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| Yep, he was empty. |
So much for that much-needed down time, but we did soften the edges with a bottle of Bacardi.
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| He loved having his ears scratched. |
Kim saw some wildlife on her travels.
Three nights at the SunView Resort and we were off to Digha for another couple of nights, then we leave West Bengal for Puri, Odisha on the night train. (Please let there be a nice beach).
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| FarTy owls |
*Non-PC poetic licence
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