The roots seem a tangled mess–it’s difficult to believe they’re part of a living, breathing organism. Everywhere you look, there’s only water and mangrove trees–no real shore to speak of.
Behind the oars: In the mangrove forest of Pichavaram, India.
rowing
A not-exactly-official guide to Oxford’s rowing culture.
“Where the remote Bermudas ride / In th’ ocean’s bosom unespied, From a small boat, that rowed along, / The list’ning winds received this song…And all the way, to guide their chime, / With falling oars they kept their time.” — Andrew Marvell, “Bermudas” When it comes to staying in hostels, I’ve found who you’ll be sharing a … Read More