Cut a Carly

Our first night in Varkala completely failed to see any assault by tiny gecko feet on Tess or Aisha for that matter. So we dragged ourselves reluctantly out of bed and into the hot humid day. We wandered down the strip of shops imagine a tiny Indian mallmarket stretched out along the side of a path running the length of the cliffside to see what we could see. We managed to find breakfast at t

08 Dec, 2011