So with Fort Cochin in Kerala as our base for a
few days we set out to explore the area. One day we took a trip to an elephant
training camp to bath a baby elephant and to see the adult elephants being
washed then onto some spectacular waterfalls. Bathing in the cold river before
the falls was a welcome relief from the heat and humidity.
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| Old Ambassador car we took on a couple of trips |
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| Washing a baby elelphant |
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| Chinese fishing nets at Fort Cochin |
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| Sarah and Amber enjoying the cold river water |
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| Waterfall |
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| Bobby collecting some rubber in the age old way from a tree |
The following day we
took a tour on a boat around the many backwaters of Kerala including an island
stop for a traditional Keralan lunch (plus a welcome cold beer) and then on to
a small local village where they harvest crops such as cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric
and all sorts of other common spices (I can’t remember which).
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| Coconuts everywhere, this one with a straw |
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| Punting on the backwaters of Kerala |
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| Keralan lunch with beer |
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| Grabbed some free pinapples enroute just being harvested |
From Cochin we then headed inland to the wildlife sanctuary at Periyar where we did manage to see some wild
elephants but not much else. Each evening thousands of bats would fly over the
town from the park to their nesting place, Bobby got pooed on which is
apparently a lucky sign!
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| Wild elelphants at Periyar |
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| More elelphants at Periyar |
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| Bob gets to grips with the mosquito net |
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| Dressing like the locals |
From there we headed further
south and to the coast to the cliff top location of Varkala. Our hotel beach
hut was set just back from the cliff with a mile or so of golden sand below
with numerous restaurants and shops strung out along the cliff top. The beach
was almost perfect and the sea just about wild enough to be fun without being
too dangerous. Our visit there was a little tainted in that Amber and Steve
were both ill and on separate days so Steve spent most of the first day looking
after Amber ( a dodgy steak) and the
last day Steve spent in bed. I think I am allergic to some types of fish rather
than it being food poisoning. Bob had
fresh fish every night and was fine.
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| Bob loved the fresh fish |
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| Varkala beach from the cliff |
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| Kathakali dancer |
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| Our hut in Varkala |
From Varkala we headed back to
Cochin and then on to Goa. We travelled by overnight train to Goa and arrived
at 5 am, this is nothing unusual in India, there are often dormitories on the station platforms for travellers to sleep on early arrivals or waiting for trains that leave at very unsocialable hours, we headed for one of the southern beaches called Palolem. Fortunately a
24 hour bar provided a welcome resting place and a beer (cokes for the
kids) whilst we waited for the beach to
come alive and the sun to come up. We soon found a fab room right on the beach. Sarah and I tried to get back
into a bit of running and did some yoga on the beach as is customary in Goa but
it was so hot, unless you were up before the sun of course.
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| The beach at Palolem, Goa |
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| Early morning beach goers |
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| Our hut is the yellow one behind Sarah |
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| The sunset view from our veranda in Goa |
Otherwise just a lazy week, a
boat trip out to see some Dolphins, Kayaking, boogie boarding, swimming and
sandcastles. Amber was the major instigator but we all helped in building a
magnificent sandcastle one day and a monster/volcano number on another. Both
met with much interest from tourists and locals alike.
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| Amber's sand monster |
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| Family bike ride |
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| A storm brewing |
Steve hired an Royal Enfield
Bullet for a day and took the kids (and Sarah) for rides to the nearby beaches,
we all enjoyed and escaped unscathed except Bob burnt his leg on the exhaust.
During the last few days of our week there was a pretty bad storm, combined
with an exceptionally high tide, some of the beach restaurants were flooded and
many of the boats were wrecked against each other. As our beach hut was right
next to the beach we were lucky not be flooded but the sea was lapping at our
veranda!
After the week in Goa we caught
our final Indian train, to Mumbai.
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