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Posts tagged “Farewell

Journey’s End

Then, almost suddenly, our amazing tour of Ladakh was over.
It was time to say thank you and goodbye:
to Norvo, our supremely unflappable driver;
the kind staff at our “base-camp” hotel in Leh;
and to our excellent peripatetic cook.

It was also time to rest.



Picture taken in Delhi, on our way back to Cochin.

An Adieu

The twilight tryst:
The separation.

“I must climb alone, dear friend:
Yours is a different path to fly.”

The nervous embrace of new, and separate, adventures:
The wry acceptance of an awkward au revoir.


Picture taken on the seafront, Fort Cochin.