This picture was taken in Kanyakumari, at the very tip of the Indian peninsula. It is where the waters of the Indian Ocean, the Bay of Bengal, and the Arabian Sea all meet. We ferried over a pair of small islands, one with a giant statue of the Indian poet-saint Thiruvalluvar. On our ferry were these wonderful young schoolgirls, in their blue gingham blouses and navy blue skirts. They waved at us and wanted to shake our hands. This was not the first time this had happened to us. We must have seemed to be very exotic; there were almost no other Caucasians around for most of our trip.
Here are the schoolgirls that mobbed me in Mysore, further north. We were visiting a temple and these girls all wanted to shake my hand and know my name. They were really happy when John suggested I take a photo with them.
All the people we met in India were so nice to us and interested in us. Some of the time, it was hard to understand their English (their accents gave us trouble) but it was always worth the effort.