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Fort Kochi and my stay

2005-03-13, Kerala, India

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To Reach Kerela I took a 32 hour train Ride. No a/c. The secanary was so beautiful. Down South is so Lush,vibrant green,lakes,lagoons,swomps, Rivers, weeping willows and so many other strange plants. It was just Georgous. Many good pictures will be available when i return home.

The Train ride. It was HOT. There were all kinds of beggers,ppl selling stuff around the clock. Barly have any quintess. There are many Transexual. They are some of rhe Freakest ppl that I had seen. I was scared of them.

Sevral different ppl sat with me on the Train. Some even tried to take seats that were not theres. The siting situation was so confusing. I would see ppl, sitting around for hours on end, then they would be next to me and everone seem to moved like " Musical chares."

At night time I sat with a family and another famly came to sit with them, and the family had brought there own dinner. Like 10 ppl were all squeezed in and sitting next to me..... It was no nice to watch them all come togher for a meal on a Train ride and too share there food.

Allthought in ndia culture they don't show physical affection, the culture is very affection; in their spirits and genrousity. Another thing I wintess and saw was a Son and mother traveling together. The son was about my age. They shared one long bench together, both sitting on oppiste ends. Sever times the son was sleeping and laying his head on his mother lap.

Watching intereaction is what delights me about India. Seeng how the famlies internect. I don't beleive I would see this in American culture. It is a sweet gesture.
Then later in the Train Ride, I ws sitting with Two Dr. They were very sweet. At one time in th ride, which is an interesting memory to me. I was srroune by several men. One was loooking at my Travel book, then next was looking at th Alchemstic, and then another was looknig at my highlighter. He took the cap off peed his eye, swirld it. I felt I was srround my curious monkies in the wild. There is no space. If somone say something of my they wanted to see, they woould just pick it up an then ask. It was all in goodness. The Dr look at my travel guide for hours on end. They gave me some sweet Chipatti. Which was home made. In India, think as see and being unhealtthy. Often many many tell me I need to eat more. Some India men I have met are only to delight to wathch me eat food. They would like if you like,pleese have more, then the saw I didn't like my food I order, and then they offered to share their lunch with me, which I thought was very sweet.

I arrived in Kochi. The ppl are the most educated down here. It is easy to get around. Kochi is small enough that I can walk around own my own. I am doing just fine. I have moved hotels four times for many reasons. I meet ppl everyday. I still attract weird ppl, nothing bad has happen to me, but I ran into so slights things, like being harrast terribel. In Fort Kochi the harasment of Men, have been the worst, but I have others looking out for me.


Some wonderful things that I have been doing. I saw Kathakali. Which is just amazing. A kerela dance with takes Six years to Learn. It is down my men. The dance includes, facial expression, which invoke power, many mudra and body movements. It something that has to be watch, I can't explain it in words. The eye movments are intense.

bACKWTER. This is something to See. The name speaks for itself. I got to drink out of a coconut, watch how lime is made, see rope spun out of coconut fiber. The whole coconut is used and nothing goes to waste. The people who live in the backwaters, live very simply. The traditional attire for me, is a lone long cloth taht looks like a Sargon skirt but is worn a little differently.

Of couse I am on an Island, so I seen one of the oldest churches around. There was a five day festival. Another Holiday. India is just full of celebration. The people of Kerela are very conservative, althought, everyone says that it is Hindi, there are many christans here. That would help explain the conservative culture. Mass or or preapry. Happens before Sun rise. Each morning, while it was dark outside still, in to my wind flow the sound of some kind of Song coming from the church. Everyone each moring or for five days the a festival. I saw several womens being dropped off at Alter there are a 100 here is not more, and praying to Married, Jesus. This was interesting to watch. There is so much to see everyday and what goes on.

The spice Market. FUn Fun. It was a hugeware house with Bag of spices out in the open. The herbs and medicines is stuff so New to my sences we don't even carry this herbs in the Us. It was so fun becasue I would sweep my hands throught herbs, different texture, smell and taste. Yummy.

There is a wonderfl perfumia here. The kerela Flower, what an amazing Scent,along with Lotus, carrot and vanilla. All mixed togther to make personal scent. Too expensive for me to afford. The quality was very good. The vanilla smelled more wonderful then I have ever experience in my life.

Each day I meet sevveral ppl. I met somone women from egland and we hung out the whole day, but most of my time spent with them, they were checking email me. It is beyound me. My lasted friend is name Orien. We met the other day. Just wonderful Company. He is has an eye for Photos, and it a cheif. We just clicked, kinda of feels like we always been friends. We talk alot of food and traveling..... Good person and Good conversation. He has introuduce me to good people. It been nice. It good energy so it so nice to be in company that is so postive.

I got an Full Ayrvedic message. It is really an intimate thing. You are fully nude with a little cloth covering your delicates. You are covered in oil from head to too toe, the message is done in long lights strokes, so a very different message then I have had before. You lay on a special wooden table.Then aftwerwares she fully washed me and dried me off. She also knew that I did Yoga. Many ppl ask about me and or tell me I do yoga.

Everyone hear knows I am German. The ppl are always confused, becasue they say " Your not American, you are German. I have to expalin, how this is time and time again. I am told you are European. Some mistake me for frennch.

I met up with some more ppl from lonely planet are are going to meet up with more ppl....... I am off tomorrow one again to a knew place and adventure.


 
 

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