The drive was glorious. The south bengal countryside was green and verdant. We crossed Kolaghat on the way, a place full of happy childhood memories.
7 hours of driving through NH6 and then taking the single lane road to Digha from Mecheda we were in Digha in the afternoon.
The hotel resembled someone's residence but when you went in the long corridors with doors leading to hotel rooms tell you that you are in a hotel.
The beach was crowded. The sand was full of detritus, empty coconut shells, cigarette butts. Hawkers were everywhere. Some families, the women fully clothed, some men wearing the red-white checkered bengali towel called the gamcha were rolling in knee deep water. Elsewhere more adventurous young men in large groups were out in the deeper waters.
The beach front was broken by temporary stalls setup by hawkers selling tea, cold drinks and green coconut.
The evening was spend in an even more crowded old Digha beach. The atmosphere was festive, more like the happy crowds and the jostling you see around the Durga Puja mandaps.
I have never been to Digha before. I guess I was expecting something different something quieter. What must have been a small fishing village have now been transformed into this busy crowded touristy place.
