White shores. Red sun. Agonda.
A zen gift from the welcoming arms of India, and the Arabian Sea.
A burning red disk sailing across the sky – my welcome to India.
I’d heard tales of Indian sunrises and sunsets, but never did I expect such a divine glory as this.
A welcome like this doesn’t leave you. A journey across India never leaves you.
As red light bleeds through the dark sea, bleaching the white shore a bloody speculum,
your memory is frozen, eyes fixed, dazed. Your soul ablaze.
Spirit rising to a burning horizon.

After my crazy journey on the back of a stranger’s motorbike,
through the villages, towns and tropical woodlands of Goa,
I arrived in beautifully remote Agonda; just me, my rucksack, and my camera.
The tourist season had ended and there was not really a thing in sight,
just palm trees, little houses, grass huts, mopeds, and a single dusty road.
Occasionally a local would walk past, carrying rocks on their head,
water under their arms. A few smiles but no clues…
I had nowhere to stay, knew not a single soul.
What next?


After walking up and down the white sandy beach, getting followed by dogs,
reminding me fondly of my adventures in rural Greece,
I eventually found a little cafe by the side of the dirty road,
somewhere in the shade of the palm trees and little stone and wooden houses.
The heat was unreal – the air thick and humid. Almost tangible humidity.
Even the local people seemed to be suffering, sweat dripping down their faces.
The sun hot and powerful.
After some time, a cold bottle of Coke, and a bit of musing,
me and my rucksack hit the dusty road again in search of somewhere to stay.
I found a large house advertising rooms for rent.
I was just approaching, mad dogs and locals alike watching my every move
(I was the only white person in sight), when a lady came out to greet this pale stranger…
I asked if she knew somewhere I could stay on the beach itself.
I was so tired, hadn’t slept in days, and just wanted the sound of sea,
a big bed and a lot of sleep…
She gestured me towards a house just a little further down the road.
I arrived outside a couple of grass huts,
perfectly poised on the edge of the beach, under the shade of palm trees and tropical plants.
Birdsong all around – shade splintered by huge palm leaves,
coconuts, vibrantly-coloured flowers, butterflies, the smell of cooking.
Pigs and cows roaming freely.
I’d found my paradise.
After meeting the owner, we swiftly agreed on a price for a few nights.
I crawled inside this beautiful rice-grass hut on stilts… and died for a time.
Welcome to my paradise…
after the madness that is the Art of Going.
Yes, the art of leaving almost all your worldly possessions behind,
and hitting the unknown – the road of travel.

There was a single bar open in Agonda when I was there,
which was more-or-less a hole in the side of someone’s house.
There was also one restaurant – not too expensive of course – and lush!
I rather ate too much in India… after fending off the cows that is!
Normally speaking I hardly sit still. There’s never enough time in my day!
But not in Agonda – by day I peacefully walked the sandy beach,
enjoyed the shade of palm trees, the taste of coconut water and sugar-cane juice,
explored the local churches and temples, of course,
but mostly sat, mused, feeling the sand between my toes,
the waters of the Great Arabian Sea lapping at my ankles,
the power of the sun burning down from the bright, clear sky.
God’s great elements all round.
Singular beauty to behold.
Forever embracing the simple, the natural, the wild!

when a young Russian comes up and plonks a cut-open beer-can on my table,
full of some vodka concoction he’d mixed, introduces himself,
and the next minute we’re sharing drinks, a joint, and tales from the road until dawn.
He was absolutely insane… and so we naturally got on very well. I took a stroll around midnight, alone, along the beach.
The sea gently clawing the shore beside me, the moon whole,
the sky full of stars, little red fireflies occasionally dotting past.
I had one of those ‘moments’ – a connection.
I became full of grace, thanksgiving, gratitude to God,
not just for the beautiful scenes that surrounded on all sides,
not just for this elemental spectacle, engulfing my senses,
cooling my ego, cradling my soul, igniting my fire,
but I also thanked Him for my incredible life,
for the blessings He brings me, the lessons learnt,
the path before me, and the path behind…
My journey to India was a difficult one… I almost didn’t make it.
But I had a calling to answer… and God had a plan.

I shall never forget the moment I first saw the sun setting across Agonda skies.
That orange orb, turning red. How I ran across the beach from my little hut to celebrate the sky.
Agonda skies come in many colours.
There are deep mauves and greys…
it is the red sun that is the most beautiful of all… The great yin yang of sun and sky.
My welcome to India is immortalised in my mind, in these images.
And till the end of my time I shall never forget…
The red sun rising.
J x
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Wow that was odd. I just wrote an incredibly long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t show up. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Regardless, just wanted to say fantastic blog!
So happy my country had something to give you. The red sun is special to us and we have a special poetic name for it, likening it to fruit. There’s also a legend about the red sun and how one of our Gods flew right up the sky when he was a baby to pluck it, mistaking it for a fruit.
I have never heard such tales. Thank you for sharing. That Red Sun was just so holy to me, so significant, and really such a symbol for the beginning of a great and long journey, that I’m still on to this day. Sights like this are proof of magic in the world.
Wow, wow and WOW! I love your writing, your photography and the places you travel. Your writings spread a sense of serenity! You are very blessed!
Hey, thank you so much! We ARE blessed my friend. Thank you.
Wow ! That’s enough titillation for a traveller 😉 So where else did you travel in India ?
Wow ! That’s an amazing titillation for a traveller 😉 So where else did you travel in India ?
I was in the south – Karnataka, Goa, Maharashtra, Tamil Nadu – these areas. Stayed for more than a month in Karnataka, Bangalore especially.
Awww. You seemed like realizing and appreciating the beauty of almost everything you see along the way. That’s great! 🙂
By the way, I dunno but I can’t find the comment button. God bless!
Do you mean the like button? There isn’t one. Only on some posts. X
Put a like button on your site
I took it off on purpose.
OH ok I thought it may have been a set up issue. People like having their likes. 🙂
Granted. But I prefer to encourage interaction, connection; touching souls. The world is full of ‘likes’ and no humanity. A heart-felt comment lifts me higher than any amount of likes ever will. I’m not bothered about popularity. JX
Very well said my friend. I recently have had a few WP issues and had a 12 year WP user slam me for not wanting my site to go big time and global. I do this for fun, to help, to inform and reach people. 🙂
Thank you. Good for you! Keep it up. Jx
Thanx you too 🙂
Incredibly beautiful elemental journey! Your pictures here are so exciting, moving and just incredible James!
Thank you!
Sounds, and looks, as if you left a little bit of your soul in India. 🙂
I think I did… or perhaps I found a bit of my soul is India? Jx
WOW – that sky is utterly wonderful. I’m not sure what’s greater, the purple clouds or the red red red!
That red sun literally stunned me for a while. Such elemental beauty.
Blissful…
Thank you! I honestly just melt back into those skies every time I see one of these pictures. I’d always hoped to see one of those ‘legendary’ Indian sunsets, skies – and she delivered, more than I could have ever hoped for x
I so understand this feeling. Such moments – precious jewels really – imprint themselves in our soul. So beautiful.
Indeed. Thank you.
Just awesome
Thank you x
Well written!!! Captures the essence of your experience very well!
Thank you, Neeraja! ☺️
Wonderful, James. I am lost in your world xx
Thank you!! x
This is paradisaical! Beautifully written.
Thank you so much.
Oh my. So beautiful…
🙂 Thank you. J x
Your pen has painted a beautiful paradise.
Thank you! J x