Kanyakumari – Tirunelveli – 83 km
The following morning Ernest and I resumed our journey along the
subcontinent’s east coast in a northerly direction. The first 30
kilometres were into a stiff breeze past wind farms, indicating that
the area was notoriously windy. There was nothing one could do but
battle onwards, humming, “There are days like that”.
Two hours after leaving Kanyakumari, we stopped for brunch at a
roadside restaurant. We were served a bowl of authentic South-
Indian rice and spicy vegetables on a banana leaf (without any
cutlery). Eating with our fingers was a challenge. Ernest became quite
an expert at it, while I preferred to use a spoon, much to the
amusement of our ever-present onlookers.
The road was in good condition, allowing for an early arrival in the
historical city of Tirunelveli, which is said to be more than 2,
years old. The town was fairly large, making it easy to find both
accommodation and food.