Horny Horny

After half a days travel we arrived at Kumarakom Lake Resort on Kerala, almost directly opposite Chennai on the pointy bit at the bottom of India. We had taken a taxi from the hotel to the airport, a plane (were I made a mistake and ate the lunch provided) from Channai to Kochi (Cochin to some) and then a luxury car (provided to the resort) from the airport to the resort.

I saw an elephant, but wasn’t quick enough with the camera.

Kumarakom and Chennai couldn’t be more different if they tried. In Chennai there is little green and vehicles everywhere. On the back of the trucks and auto-rickshaws Sound Horn is written. Hardly any cars have mirrors. They have either been removed on purpose or by accident. So everyone is constantly honking horns to let everyone else know they are there. And boy, do they need to let other know. The horn sounds come many and varied; honk honk, toot toot, blurp, beep beep, oh-e oh-e, tweet tweet, burp burp…I can’t spell the others.

In Kumarakom there is only green. Ohh and the lake. You can hear crickets, birds, the laughter of children (read screaming in the pool) and the constant (but pleasant) drumming of what turns out to be boat builders next door. From our room you can see Cormorants fishing next to the fishermen in their long punt boats and the rain as it comes across the lake. We are here in Monsoon season. It’s 25degrees with 90% humidity and perfect.

Dinner on the first night here was fish in local spices and coconut cream for me and Hubby had Prawn Masala. He was most pleased, it was served in a coconut!

At 2am the mistake on the plane came back to haunt me and meant I spent all of Tuesday very close to the room, sleeping and drinking Gastrolyte.