Magnificent mo’s, all the way from Rajasthan, India. From the Big Picture.
Seems the guy in pic #12 would rather be doing anything else.
Magnificent mo’s, all the way from Rajasthan, India. From the Big Picture.
Seems the guy in pic #12 would rather be doing anything else.
The Big Picture is hosting a bunch of terrific photos of Holi, an Indian festival involving a lot of coloured powder, enthusiastically and liberally rubbed into everyone’s face. And I do mean rubbed. Into everyone’s face. We were there a couple of years ago for this particular festival, and while it was exciting and fun – a bona fide Lonely Planet experience – it got a little frightening, too. The locals (particularly the teenaged, male locals) went berserk when they saw me and Liv, smearing coloured powder on our precious, precious faces with such gusto that I had to physically intervene (an event that is precisely as threatening as it sounds).
The aftermath of the event is an event in itself. For days – weeks – afterwards, entire communities are literally stained with coloured powder. The clothes, the streets, and the goats (seriously) are tinged with the hue of Holi. I still occasionally cough up some blue powder. Here’s a photo of me ‘n’ Liv after our Holi experience – that’s us on the left, looking at the wrong camera (as the Holi festival tradition dictates).