Travel is never tiring when we are on our own and choose to do something we love. Our sudden decisions to change our routes have always been a memorable journey and we never deter for a moment to pursue what is in us. Day 3 was initially dedicated to Tiruchendur, the beautiful abode of Lord Muruga, one of the six Arupadai Veedu ( 6 houses). We wanted a journey to the beach, became famous after the 2004 Tsunami where the ocean pulled in and never came out to hit the temple. Science and Beliefs are at war here but to us, we know it is the place that holds us, be it for its amazing shoreline or the enormity of the temple and its significance. As we were retiring on Day 2, we saw many on the road wearing green dhotis and walking in groups. We came to know that these people are walking to Tiruchendur for Thai Poosam that Sunday, the day after tomorrow. The groups we saw were near Kallidaikurichi and Tiruchendur was about 70+ kms away. We could see young and old alike without slippers but peppy as ever and least bothered about the long walk ahead chanting divine names and proceeding towards the temple. Their sincerity and dedication made such an impact on us and made us contemplate on our travel without compromising an iota of comfort. Bowing to them for their devotion and sustenance, we proceeded on our journey.