The first sight of the beach was scary with thousands of weekend visitors thronging the place - it appeared like all of Mangalore and its surrounding districts were there - and it also appeared to be Anil's idea of a great beach outing. The beach is also fully equipped with parasailing, something called swing whatever, those beach vehicles driving at breakneck speed and many different kinds of dangerous sports that I do not wish to sign up for.
The beach also has all sorts of people - a party of politicians (I just made that up), a young lady with a cat on a leash, a lot of cops (maybe for the politicians), and many such wondrous sights one has not seen before. The mad vibe seemed to infect the younger ones and they decided to unleash their creativity by building a sand woman - only it looked like it was dead and that rigor mortis had set in - and it looked like a crime scene or like some black magic was being done. Full marks to creativity but somehow the sand woman looked too lifelike as a lifeless sand body for my comfort. Luckily we had them obliterate all traces of 'Kumari' which is what they named her (all future references to Kumari will not remind me of her) before the cops came this way and hauled us in.
The walk back was heavy with stuff unsaid and we decided to lighten it up with a beer. I'm not going to Panambur Beach again.
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