I clearly remember that cold Moscow evening, we were chilling at Mayakovskaya friend's flat and dreaming where to escape...

Fortunately my friends and I decided to travel to India, some of us without back ticket. The first place we went into was Arambol in state Goa - small village full of esoteric stuff. There was everything so very remarkable in details. The cows walk just close by you, everyone smiling, you can see the sign here and there. In a moment down went you, never once considering how in you can get out again. "Don't die in magic box" said one Cat-man at The Concert of Silence, Goa is Goa. When you thought it over afterwards, it occurred to you that you ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural. We was burning with curiosity what will happen next...

After a month in India we took our first train and went to the lovely beachy area of Gokarna in north Karnataka. The place we wanted to visit was Om beach but first, however, visited Gokarna what means cow's ear in Sanskrit. There were a national celebration Shivaratri Festival, a temple town predominantly dedicated to ShivaGokarna was apparently the place to be for it…

Maha Shivaratri which translates to Great Night of Shiva (or Shiva's birthday as I was inaccurately calling it) is a Hindu festival held in honour of the God Shiva. In Gokarna it is celebrated over many days with many quirky traditions – culminating in pulling this incredible decorated sculpture (above) along the street and throwing bananas at it!