For me arriving on Palolem beach was like hearing the announcement that women can vote. Freedom. All of a sudden, my time of feeling insignificant was over. I was finally spoken to, I felt confident walking places on my own, I even bared those shoulders. It was emancipation at its finest.
I understand now how this kind of ecstasy (not the naughty kind) leads to bra burning. It’s not that I didn’t understand the elation of finally getting equality, more that I didn’t understand why the bras had to go? For me a bra is comforting, practical and for the more ample ladies a back-saver. But never before have I felt so liberated to be wearing a bikini.
This liberated feeling led to several days lazing on the beach and a number of 241 cocktails. Still we were experiencing the culture, really we were…. Read the rest of this entry