the rajagopalaswamy temple of mannargudi

i made a promise to myself to be more vulnerable while i was here, to be more engaged and open-minded. in all the travel accounts i had
come across in books, magazines and on television, the spirituality inherent in these indian temples is said to be awe inspiring. palpable even.
and though i tried in earnest to feel something, behind the impressive facade full of dirty rooms where the lost and scared come to worship the sun,
i was left wanting.

c’est la vie. on the road again, south to rameswaram.

through the agricultural tiruvarur district

on the coast of the palk strait

‘oer the pamban channel

past it’s cantilever bridge

to the holy town of rameswaram.