Kovalam Scenes

The fruit-sellers grabbed me on the Kovalam strip. I knew I was going to get fleeced the moment I sat down (NEVER sit down). Once they started telling me how special I was, I realised I was a total goner. I blame the heat.

You will not get out of here without buying this pineapple (and I didn't)

It’s hard to criticise people who travel 20km by bus every day to sell fruit on a beach, or even who sleep on the beach every night and only go home once a month. Could I begrudge them the (relatively) small sum of money that I handed over?

Like the fishermen, I suspect the fruit sellers will always be here. It is, after all, only the tourists who change.

Au revoir to the fishermen of Kovalam