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Kochi - Tropical Paradise
We left Jaisalmer at 6 AM without a breakfast box although promised one by the hotel and began our long drive back to Jodhpur to catch a plane to Delhi. After a short stay in Delhi we caught an early morning flight to Kochi.
From the Kochi airport we headed to Fort Kochi to our hotel for the next three nights, the Tea Bungalow. The hotel …
Alappuzha, South India
... are numerous, and rather small, seating about 20 people. There are also all sorts of other boats on these waters, ranging from enormous houseboats dedicated to tourists taking lazy rides up and down the waters, to canoes and kayaks. The waters themselves are beautiful, the views stunning, palm trees and lush greenery everywhere, birds, flowers, and plants, as well as so much daily ritual life out in the open, as fishmongers carry their stock up and down the ...
Alleppey - Venice of the East
... a trusty looking sea man straight out of the ‘old man and the sea’ with his sun weathered face and wiry frame. He told us his name was Babou, which we were to later find out is not actually a name rather a fond way of referring to either a small child or an old man (this I found similar to the Greek word for Grandfather). The boat cruised along at a lulling tempo which together with the heat and beautiful scenery engulfed us in a serene trance only to ...
Cruisin' on a river
... eventually found a roadside cafe of sorts and had some strange very green pea oriented food and wandered back to the hotel having decided that Alleppey isn't exactly the greatest tourist destination in India.....
It is however famous for one thing - its backwaters. A network of natural waterways which connect different villages and towns in Kerala, they're very beautiful and very peaceful (unless it's prayer time at the mosque...). The sophisticated way ...
What nightmares are made of
... would make it to the half hour point, I kept on peddling. Roughly fourteen minutes following commencement on the vessel, and I could hold it in no longer. Like something from ''The Exorcist'' the projectile vomiting was extraordinary, but it was nothing in comparison to the humor my sister was in for the rest of the day after ''wasting'' her student loan. I'm pretty sure, her offer of an ice cream prior to ''pedalo-gate'' was quickly retracted. And, ...