Day 27 - Mettur to Komarapalyam
The sun had not yet risen and the Hindu Morning Prayers were blaring out of the megaphones that are placed all along the streets on telegraph poles. I could only wonder if the house or the megaphone came first... Surely not everyone in India is a morning person.
Nevertheless, I was enjoying it as I bobbed my way down the street. It was rather enchanting as the sun began to rise over the mountains and through the mist.
There was no specific route I had in mind - I was going purely on feel and rhythm. It's one of the most unique feelings - no panic as you wonder where to sleep just raw excitement - contemplative on where the road will lead - focusing on the trip not the map.
I zigzagged my way down the straight - making several crossing over the Kaveri River - witnessing their way of life through my own lens. I unintentionally found myself walking 48km in 38 degree heat, which my injured leg did not appreciate as I jogged in the last 5km to arrive in Komarapalyam, this was by a country mile the grubbiest town I have arrived at yet. Confronted with a new level of pollution and poverty and one that I could not bare to take a picture of for the 'soul' purpose of a memory.
Walking from sunrise to sunset provided this all areas access pass to see their day in its complete entirety. Drawing comparisons with all the small actions and tasks of my 'own world' - from cleaning teeth to enjoying an afternoon coffee.
Are we actually that different? Is our society just evolving at a faster rate? Both have inherent problems - but which would you prefer to live?
I could go on.. But my mind as it does on this walk was drawn back to an experience. An experience I had in Sri Lanka. Sitting in a small hut and waiting to start dinner. Shehan, an 18 year old surfer, apologised to me for the delay. His father was running late as it was Friday night beers with the lads. No need to apologise - I know all about that Friday Feeling. Creeps into your system at about 3pm.
We cracked open beers and shared laughs and many stories. After dinner - Shehan put on a CD - Happy by Pharrell Williams. The whole family including grandmother - and me - got up and danced.
"I believe in good karma.. This is it to have this moment." said Shehan.
This is one of the most pivotal moments I have had in my life - not only was it absolutely hilarious but through my travels, gave me a new perspective on the human race. We get caught up at trying to point out our cultural differences - which are obviously apparent - when if you delve deeper we don't give each other enough time to embrace our similarities with one another.
There was this moment again today as I sat down and enjoyed several coconuts with a farmer and his brother - we compared and laughed about the similarities - manly to do with our inflated prices in Australia. We talked about work - our family and friends and again the importance of relationships. This moment was enjoyed because we shared similarities - life transcends borders - it may just take on another form.
In essence no one really knows what we are doing beyond our own life as we all try to fake our way through - we are all connected though in a way we do not truly understand. It's a beautiful thought to think that we are all in this together and what ways we can work to improve society for each other.
These simple experiences - shared times - is why I will always continue to travel. That light bulb moment where the switch ignites into a world of personal growth. It challenges the notion on the way you have lived your life - caught in a bubble of pure comfort - oblivious to the world outside your daily thoughts and motions. This is in by no means one of judgment, just merely an observation on the impact travel has had on my own life.