Five days since my arrival here in Gokarna, a few familiar faces, sipping a cold one as we watched the sun go down, Bart the old Aussie proposed, “Quiet, quiet. How ‘bout a trip to Honey Beach?”
I heard somebody from the far end of the table ask, ‘Honey Beach?’ And then, “Yeah, I am in,” “When?” and the affirmations rolled in as the sun rolled out.
“Count me in,” I said as I had been eager to visit Honey Beach and more over I had not left my hut since my arrival here. I feel Honey Beach is the perfect excuse, or do I need one, to step out of my comfort zone, my hut.
After much deliberation, we arrived at a consensus. “So we rent a boat and spend a day at the beach the day after,” Johanna, the Canadian nurse announced.
