We woke up to some awesome breakfast and hot coffee. Appams, chicken roast, chutney (which had mysterious ingredients). The plan to leave a bit early absolutely didn't happen. And by the time we convinced Sleepy that he really "really" had to get up, well !
Anyhow our next stop before K and I caught the train to B'lore was Fort Kochi. When I came to Fort Kochi a few years ago with my friends it was beautiful. The Dutch Fort and the Spice Market were really worth a visit. I had to take K there. So, while NRI(i) and Sleepy went to catch up with a long lost clique member; MSKG, K and I took off for an hour's journey in the Kerala auto towards Mattencherry. I slept till we got there.
Once we reached, we were almost sort of lost since we did not know how to ask for directions in Malayalam and finally a shopkeeper told us that the Jewish Synagogue, Spice Market and the Dutch Cemetery were closed. But we still walked towards them, hoping to get a glimpse just in time. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be.
We managed to walk in the Spice Market that obviously smelt strongly of only spices and go to a couple of stores. Bought some tea powder and a few masalas. Picked up traditional mundus for a frandship and the Uncle. Finally once Sleepy and NRI(i) returned with fellow Lit Christite, it was a walk in the rain and a reunion of sorts at a "wanna be" Goa cafe.
The sight of the Chinese fishing nets against the beautiful sunset was breath - taking ! NRI(i) managed to get a few good shots - thankfully !
Eventually there was a lot of anxiety surrounding His Dudeness' absence and lack of mobile battery. Hence, being totally un - reachable.
The worry increased when we realized that our bags are in that car. A pay phone call to Sleepy helped us breathe better. But Kochi city traffic got me stressed !
Sitting in the Innova listening to some of the clique's stories and trying to soak in the final few moments of being in Kerala was how we traveled to the train station.
The goodbyes and the hugs along with promises of meeting again at another exotic location.
This time our compartment did not, thankfully have strange Gult fellows. And, no ! I wasn't an exhibit.
It was legendary from the word go ! So much sighness and lot's of happy - ness.
With the risk of sounding clichéd - it was memorable and one of the best, by far.
Truly God's Own Country !
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the mallu in me feels so happy!
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