Saturday, January 3, 2009

Carolling in Kerela

The state of Kerela is where India slips down into second gear and stops to smell the jasmine. The backwaters that meander through it are the emerald jewel in South India's crown. Here, spindly networks of rivers, canals and lagoons nourish a seemingly infinite number of rice paddies and coconut groves, while sleek houseboats cruise the water highways from one bucolic village to another. Along the coast, slices of perfect, sandy beach beckon the sun-worshipping crowd, and far inland the highlands are covered in vast plantations of spices and tea. Exotic wildlife also thrives in the hills, for those who need more than just the smell of cardamom growing to get their juices flowing.

We soak in the culture and serenity of captivating Fort Cochin, a trading-post city echoing hundreds of years of colonial history. Giant fishing nets influenced by Chinese merchants, a 16th century synagogue alongside Christian churches, ancient mosques, Portuguese houses built half a millennia ago and the crumbling residuum of the British Raj—the result is an unlikely blend of medieval Portugal, Holland and an English country village grafted on to the Malabar Coast.


Cantilevered Chinese fishing nets in Fort Cochin—a legacy of traders from the court of Kubla Khan in around the 1400s, the enormous, spider-like contraptions require at least four men to operate the counter weights.




We tour a spice warehouse and took in a Kathikali performance. Elements of the art form of Kathikali stem from 2nd century temple rituals and are a dramatised presentation of a play, usually based on the Hindu epics of Ramayana, the Mahabharata and the Puranas. All the great themes are covered—righteousness and evil, frailty and courage, poverty and prosperity, war and peace. Drummers and singers accompany the actors who tell the story through their precise movements, particularly mudras (hand gestures) and facial expressions. Preparation for the performance is lengthy and disciplined. Paint, fantastic costumes, highly decorated headpieces and meditation transform the actors both physically and mentally into the gods, heroes and demons they are about to play.



After some Christmas shopping in Fort Kochi we hire a driver to take us to Munnar with its backdrop of rolling mountain scenery, craggy peaks, manicured tea estates and crisp mountain air.


Sandi waist-deep in tea.


In Eravikulam National Park we spot the rare, but almost tame, Nilgiri tahr (a type of mountain goat).


South to Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary for some elephant spotting. On our early morning trek we see giant squirrel, black monkeys (above), a wild dog devouring a kill but no elephants so we take matters into our own (now sore) saddles and find our own.



A slice of Venice in the heart of Kerela, Alleppey is the base to foray into the dreamy backwaters on a houseboat. We opt for luxury and hire a private kettuvallam (designed like a traditional rice barge) on Christmas Day for one night. It comes complete with teak-panelled bedroom, A/C, shower, flush loo!!!, captain, chef and waiter and we indulge in what is to become one of the highlights of our trip. We sing Christmas carols and herald a talented crow who joins in our choir.




Local transport on the water highways near Alleppey.



The next best thing to turkey.


Sunset on the backwaters.


After Christmas we head further south still to the sensational cliffs of Varkala—a strand of golden beach nuzzling the cliff edge and more Bob Marley music that you can poke a dread-locked backpacker at, the vibe here is faithfully laid-back. We kick back on the shimmering beaches of Varkala and Kovallam (just 50 km from India's southernmost tip) by day and feast on seafood by night.


Sandi discovers where Santa goes for some R & R after he has delivered all the gifts.

Fashion Find


Sandi sports the lovely emerald ring Tim gave her for Christmas. In a traditional, simple, symmetrical Kerelan style—a combination of silver and gold with a stone in the middle and a motif on either side and bottom usually denoting the family that created it. Tim chose the heart motif to symbolize our love, befitting the season.


We fly from Trivandrum to Chennai on the east coast of India in the state of Tamil Nadu for a New Years Eve bash at the Promenade Hotel in the French-influenced village of Pondicherry where Tim sports his Christmas present from Sandi—an emerald green Indian tunic. Happy New Year!!!


Our last stop to explore some of India's finest rock carvings in Mamallapuram. It was once the second capital and seaport of the Pallava kings of Kanchipuram. The village is listed as a World Heritage site and remains a renowned centre for stone carving where you see and hear the constant tapping of hammer and chisel as artisans chip away at exquisite sculptures.



Tim admires the view from the beach restaurant where we ate lunch—in the background the famous Shore Temple, constructed around the middle of the 7th century, stands alone and majestic facing the Bay of Bengal.



Sandi thinks she moved the huge boulder known as Krishna's Butterball but locals and Tim are unmoved by her effort.

UPDATE January 5
We are posting this from the historic Galle Face Hotel in Columbo, Sri Lanka after 3 months of exploring India. Namaste India! Tomorrow we leave for a 15-20 day tour of the country—first to the northern ancient cities...

Friday, December 19, 2008

Happy Christmas Everyone!!


When you're in the tropics you have to improvise when it comes to Christmas cards so here's ours.

May the warmth we feel here in southern India reach you all. We are thinking of you and send you best wishes for peace, love and joy this Christmas season. All our love, Tim and Sandi

P.S. Tomorrow we leave for a five-day tour of the Keralan highlands and will be floating down the backwaters on a converted rice barge (luxury of course, with flush toilet and A/C) on Christmas Day. Then we'll head to Pondicherry for New Years Eve and onwards to Columbo, Sri Lanka on January 3, 2009.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Goan to the Beach


Aren't you sooooo jealous?! It's December and here we are, in 35 degree heat surrounded by blue sky, beach and palm trees. We feel your pain. To begin our South India adventures we fly from Mumbai to Panaji in the state of Goa. The main draws of Goa are, of course, the beaches but just as much of an attraction is its intriguing fusion of colonial Portugal and modern India. There is almost nowhere else in India where the influence of the former colonial overlords remains as strong as it does in Goa and it's not at all unusual to find crucifixes hanging on walls next to posters of the Hindu god Shiva. In places the infamous hash-fuelled days of Goa's golden hippy years are still alive and kicking and in other parts the all-inclusive package holiday is king. We hope the following photos will help warm you if the wassail bowl has run dry.



Sacred cows roam free on the beach. This one takes a break to work on his tan.


The sunset from the deck of our luxury beach hut in Palolem.


This guy (you'll be relieved to know it's not Tim) is just following his dentist's advice to floss.


Work? Why work?



Three months on the road and Mr. Tim's hair was starting to sport a dreadlock so Sandi nudged him into the local barber. Haircut plus oily head massage: two dollars!

NOTE: For those of you wondering where the name "Mr. Tim" came from it started after booking hotels under the name of Lovell and on arrival finding the rooms booked under "Shovel, Hovel, Wuvell, Ruvell, Ruffle so Tim started to use his first name as it was easier to spell and became known by all, including Sandi, as simply, "Mr. Tim".


The onslaught of determined hawkers at the legendary Wednesday flea market in Anjuna wears Tim's patience thin so he heads...


...back to the beach... ahhh, MUCH better.



We side-trip to Badami and survey the sensuous carvings in the ancient caves and temples (above) then onto Hampi to marvel at the gravity-defying boulders and the ruins of the Vijayanager empire.


The fascinating ruins of the 15th-century city of Vijayanagar, near the village of Hampi, are set in an extraordinary landscape of giant granite boulders, lush paddies and banana plantations.


Michael Jackson Sr. breakdancing, circa 1510.



One-time residence of the state's elephants, Hampi's Elephant Stables in the Royal Centre.


A snapshot of everyday life in rural India—local women doing laundry.


We are in Hampi on a festival day and come across this group of devout men cleansing themselves in the river at a prayer service.


The focal point of the Hampi Bazaar is the Virupaksha Temple, one of the cities oldest structures. The main gopuram, almost 50m high, was built in 1442.


Lakshmi, the temple elephant, gives Tim a smooch (blessing) in return for a 1 rupee coin.


Sandi gets in the way of the cows coming home en route to the Vittala Temple.


We hike to the top of a mountain to sip steaming chai tea and watch the sunset over Hampi Bazaar with a family of monkeys.



Tim proudly shows off his toke-n birthday present from Sandi—hip, hippy pants complete with 5-leaf plant motif (look closely at his left knee) to suit his Goan mood. Peace and love.


From the beach inland we fly south to Kochi in the state of Kerala to experience a homestay at Olavipe—a gorgeous 1890s traditional Syrian-Christian home on a 16-hectare farm surrounded by backwaters. Anto and Rema, the gracious owners make us feel like friends rather than guests. We take their canoe for a leisurely float around the lake.



Rema gives Sandi a sari-tying demonstration and insists Tim join in for a Raj-inspired photo.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Mr. Tim's Very Special Day

December 2, 2008


Mr. Tim woke in his usual way, engaged in one of his favourite activities on the balcony of the Presa di Goa Hotel in the beach resort area of Nagua, Goa when all of a sudden...


Surprise!!! Breakfast arrives with a love note and 56 kisses from Sandi.


Mr. Tim hires a VERY cool Avenger 200 cc motorbike and heads off for a day of exploring the blissed out, hippy Goan coast with his biker chick.


On they ride with the wind in their hair past a river of fishermen to the northern-most point of Goa to Terekhol Fort for a light lunch overlooking craggy cliffs, palm trees and miles of beach in the distance. Mr. Tim was VERY hungry...



and so VERY hot that his napkin stuck to his face.


Mr. Tim liked his macho machine a lot and drove and drove...


and drove and drove...


until he was VERY tired which demanded more of his favourite things: a shower, a rest, a VERY strong gin and tonic, nibblies and the remote control.


Miraculously revived, Sandi treats him to a VERY scrummy dinner of local Kingfish and joins a bunch of Frenchmen in singing the “Happy Birthday” song.


Happy Birthday Mr. Tim!!!
I love you VERY much... your Sandi xox

Happy Birthday and tons of love to twin sister Tessa too from us both!