After an agonizing journey where Kris slept all the way and Marit was eaten alive by mosquitos we finally arrived in Kanniyakumari, India's most southern and very holy town. Since it was 5 am Kris decided to stay awake for sunrise, figuring that would probably the one and only opportunity to experience a sunrise without having to get his lazy bum out of bed. Marit couldn't even be bothered with that, but agreed that it looks great in the pictures. Kanniyakumari has great spiritual significance to the Hindus and we happened to arrive during the Festival of Pongol (a festival to celebrate the harvest in Tamil Nadu). The place was swamped with pilgrims from all over the state so that gave it a good feel. Apart from a temple on an island there isn't much to do, but we enjoyed a stroll to the end of the country to watch the three seas come together (not that you can actually see it, but it's a nice thought!). Marit was convinced she saw a person, (possibly a refugee from Sri Lanka) bobbing in the sea, but it was just a coconut.
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