Sacred Cow Doo…Cochin, India

My first sniff of India found me knee deep in sacred cow doo. It’s dirty and stinky, and rich with culture and aggressive salespeople.

A beautiful Guatemalan friend and I hired a rickshaw for the day for $5US. This is the best way to travel…with beautiful Guatemalan girls, that is. I’ve figured out that the taxi drivers in most of the countries around here take the Americans straight to their buddy’s stores for a commission off whatever they purchase. These stores are usually small and full of low-quality junky souvenirs; the same worthless crap found at every shop or stand setup near the tourist traps/ports. Each country has slightly different junk, but the scheme is always the same. It helped to shoot straight with our driver from the start. He still took us to his friend’s stores, but didn’t mind when we were ready to go 10 seconds later.

Rickshaw


Sacred cows grazing in the street


Fruit stand


Fish nets up close


Fish nets from afar


There’s something about an Indian sunset that feels like a grande exhale