Fort Kochi
Fort Kochi was a surreal place indeed. There were places here that seeme distinctly un-indian. It was clean, with wide streets, little traffic and some great places to eat. We did have terrible trouble getting a beer tho, and only managed this feat when we went on the second backwater cruise.
We had to go again, because Jo ( who joined us in Varkala trip2 ) and Alok and Jason decide to meet up with us. These two were great comedy value, Alok being Indian born and Jason descended from Sri Lankan blood. They were the worst fake Indians ever. Both of them were much more fussy than the rest of us and you could just tell they were dying to get back to London. I’m sure they won’t mind these words, Alok had a Brahmin modeling careere to get back to and Jason just wanted to put the whole backwater trip out of his mind forever.
We all enjoyed a night at the Kathakali dance show, and it was sad to see them go as they were great company and a good laugh.
It was a crazy place and even we were tempted to stay for a bit as everything was so easy. The chinese fishing nets were pretty amazing too, an we were staying in the house where Vasco Da gamma is supposed to have died.
We moved on to Cherai beach for a few days to relax a bit further, so Jo could get a bit more sun, and then we hit the trains to Kalpetta to go to the wildlife sanctuary called Waynard, where Tigers should have been a relatively easy spot, and if not plenty more.
