Moments before the start from Bangalore to Kanyakumari, I twisted my ankel badly. I was not able to stand, so driving was unthinkable. I had to be on the back seat with the twisted ankle.
The best thing for the leg was the rest. But resting in the land of spirituality was not a thing to be aimed for a traveller. Our travel started and it continued for the next two days. The sipritual land mentally prepared me for travel with twisted ankle.
We had to walk couple of km to see the sunrise
After travelling for all day, a walk of couple of km for sunset was neverending.
At times I sat down to read the articles of Wandering Monk exhibition and crawled ahead, but giving up was never the option.
This shot at night was painful but equally satisfying.
Ankel was wrapped in bandage where ever possible. Though pain had eased, swelling incresed but sipirt was up. This the trip that made me mentally strong as a traveller.