Its festival time in the village, they have it every year and we are all invited On the way came across a massive big dead turtle on the beach smelling bad. The festival consisted of a wooden god painted with real gold like a huge pyramid carried by 80 men. It cosy 20 thousand rupees, people were blessing themselves and marking their forehead with white or red powder, us included. Moutab burnt powder at the shrine to give us a safe journey. A medieval roundabout for the kids and hobby horses on stilts, tried to take a picture but I was too late. All came to an end suddenly, blowing lashing rain thunder and lightening, It was as if the Gods were angry.
Dead Turtle Elliot Beach.