One of the luckiest things that happend to us during our travels in India, was to be invited to a Hindu wedding in Hyderabad. We were able to take part in the wedding and the preparations of the bride and groom the day before. Like most things in India, there were always lots of people around- and lots of food, but I am still not too good at eating with my right hand while sitting cross-legged on the floor. Everyone treated us like we were part of the celebrations- as if we were old friends that they hadn’t seen in a long time. Indian hospitality is second to none and I have to thank Annapurna and Himadeep for the kindness they showed us.

Well, it has been two months since we got back from India and all the wonders that that entails. Overwhelming? Often. Intense? Always. But glad to have gone? Without a doubt. I will, over the next few weeks, try to put up ten or so photos and a bit of commentary on them and the country. This first one is from Goa where inshore fishermen bring in nets filled with mackeral everyday- filled to my eyes, but as one fishermen told me, “Each year our fishermen, our cooperative, catches fewer and fewer fish.” He pointed out to the horizon for the reason why, “The big boats take everything. They have no restrictions.” Sounds familiar to Canadian ears. I can’t help but think of the inshore cod fishery in Newfoundland.