This time last year, I was road-tripping across the Indian state of Gujurat. Each morning seemed to herald a new world, the day’s beginning apt for a new year. It was not my first time in India, and each taste and sight of the morning bustle in towns and along the roadsides evoked sweet memories of an earlier stay in the country.
Gujurat’s charms are understated, and take time to discover. They can be hidden within a dilapidated façade, down a dusty alley, or behind the permit required to visit tribal villages scattered around the Rann of Kutch.
The region is a bit ragged around the edges, especially where damage from an earthquake more than a decade ago lingers. Other parts are pristine, filled with wildlife–also the understated sort.
Look closely, and there are sterling moments to be had here. I look back on mornings in Gujurat with great pleasure, for their own sake, and for the magical days they foretold.
In the capital city, I took a sunrise walking tour of the pols, or traditional neighborhoods, and highly recommend this as a way to discover aspects of life in Ahmedabad that are mostly hidden from view of visitors.
Mornings in Gujurat: Poshina
So many pleasant morning memories to take along, as we set off for Rajasthan!