Leaving Goa was not easy. We finally found a place in India we liked, relaxed in, fit in. In many ways, it
was not India, or at least "Diet India". But I wanted to see the Keralan
Backwaters, so Kerala "God's own country" pulled us form the serenity
of the bamboo bungalow. For Rs 2700 we flew from Goa to
Cochin. We hired a prepaid taxi and headed out to FortCochin. Kerala stood out like a beacon of Indian
construction. An entire city of lights, clear roads with lines, and
buildings erect. A part of India that wasn't in a perpetual state of falling
down. Kerala could pass for almost any EuropeanCity.
I found the road!
We drove through this town and into FortCochin. After a bit of wandering, we settled into the
Park Ave. Hotel, where the Swedes were already staying. The 6 of us
headed out for dinner, Kamilla, Idun, Gabriel, Wenche, Dan, and I. At
Marlboro Restaurant, the wine gourmet India cuisine, fresh coconut and spiced fish, bread,
chocolate desert, and great conversation was perfect! Full, we waddled
back to the Park
Cochin was an enchanting town with Chinese fishing nests,
strong coffee in hip art studios, JewTown and the Jewish Synagogue from the 14th Century, and
spice shops (where I bought 4 lbs of spices to send home). In the
morning Dan and I parted with our Swedish contingent, bid them farewell, hopped
on a public bus, and made our way to Alleppey to the Greenpalms home stay.
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