Travel to India can be compared with a fabulous adventure in the thirtieth kingdom, with a landing on another planet, and India itself - with a huge colorful blanket, woven from rags of different colors and textures. It's difficult for me to follow the sequence in the story, so I'll sort through the memories of the shreds on which the look stops. Now I want to write about the Indian Sea.
What it is different! One at dawn - quiet, as if just waking up, smooth, with light and some sort of transparent lace around the edges, sometimes gently turquoise, sometimes gray-green, sometimes almost white.
Another day - when you are already awake and ready to play with you. Friendlyly pushes a wave in the side, when you quietly go into it, gaily shakes on the waves and jokingly gives you a wave in the back, when, having become full swim, exhausted you go ashore.
At sunset it looks like boiling molten silver or gold.
In moments of the tide, it can rush to the shore, sneak up to the sunbeds and try to drag something along with it-the slates of a gazed tourist or a cafe stool.
And can pull away and the most zazevavshegosya tourist. Rip-flow (a bumpy current, a draft) is quite a terrible thing, in the first trip we managed to get into it by the whole company. Bathed on the beach Vagator and suddenly noticed with her husband that we are drawn to the sea. We sailed to the shore, but the shore did not approach, despite our efforts.
And suddenly the girl bathed with us said - "I can not do this anymore," I had the coldness at these words inside, because my strengths were also running out. Her husband started pushing her out, but it did not help much and the waves began to sweep over us. Then we started shouting "Help!" A European guy on the swimming board responded to the shout. He swam up to us, pushed us a board, and himself somehow obliquely swam to the shore. We clung to this board (we were joined by a peasant who was taken further away), and so slowly climbed ashore. At first I thought that it happens at low tide, but here it is written that it does not depend on tides.
Be careful, friends!