Holi festival ...not a good time to be a woman or a tourist.
Holi eve ( Thurs) and I was advised to cover myself, skin and hair. Good advice. As the day progressed I was showered with coloured bombs, my trainers are permanently pink, my hair would have been had it seen daylight and exposed skin on my hands and arms are blue.
The atmosphere grows increasingly frenetic. By dusk bonfires are burning at every crossroad, fireworks light up the sky and the women head indoors. The streets belong to the men, the traditional annual drinkfest.
Holi morning my fellow guests and I watch the chaos from the sanctuary of our rooftop. Colour wars have broken out, pink and blue covers every surface, music blares out as the locals party. There is a party atmosphere, a festive feeling, but I know first hand that colour bombs hurt!!! My left buttock took a direct hit and I am now sporting my own holi purple bruise.
At noon traditionally the family gathers for the feast, the men sleep off the excesses and the women and children promenade the ghats in their best clothes.
Holi eve ( Thurs) and I was advised to cover myself, skin and hair. Good advice. As the day progressed I was showered with coloured bombs, my trainers are permanently pink, my hair would have been had it seen daylight and exposed skin on my hands and arms are blue.
The atmosphere grows increasingly frenetic. By dusk bonfires are burning at every crossroad, fireworks light up the sky and the women head indoors. The streets belong to the men, the traditional annual drinkfest.
Holi morning my fellow guests and I watch the chaos from the sanctuary of our rooftop. Colour wars have broken out, pink and blue covers every surface, music blares out as the locals party. There is a party atmosphere, a festive feeling, but I know first hand that colour bombs hurt!!! My left buttock took a direct hit and I am now sporting my own holi purple bruise.
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| Rooftop wars |
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| Everything is a target - walls, animals, me.... Colour bombs hurt! |
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