Sunday, April 09, 2006
Of Caves and Temples
It was a long journey in a rickety bus through colourful houses, pewter factories , streets lined with glittering kaftans, muddy rivers and pink nurseries to reach this cave in Bantu, Malaysia. This cave temple was small, slightly steep, but totally different.
Walking through the cave's claws,you almost feel like an offering into the mouth of a demon.With the caves dripping water because of the last night's rains, it made the effect even more realistic!
Throughout the journey I was quite impressed with the friendliness of the Malaysians in general- from the bus conductor who actually stopped out of turn so that I could get down to the tender coconut vendor who obligingly explained the different modes of transport I will have to take to get back.
And, my trip was riddled with interesting people and observations. The guy who was sitting next to me, who was adjusting his hair(which was positively longer than mine) by looking into his reflection in the train's window, for the entire fifteen minutes. The three year old kid who spoke all of three languages- English, Tamil and Malay.The tourist couples who all thought I was trust worthy enough to entrust their digital cameras in my hands while they posed. The few tamil shopkeepers who started off speaking in broken Hindi with me. Strange, is the experience of life.