Dreams Beach Resort Varkala

... WHOOO!! What a monster yesterday. There were hippies lost everywhere (apart from a few desperate souls still on the beach) and rain thumped it down all day. Dan and I retreated to our bamboo hut and proceeded to watch the water stains spread over the ceiling and a small lake grow in our porch. After quickly assessing the situation (ie falling about laughing, moving the bed and taking everything not waterproof off the floor ...

... and the sadness in me and give my life a clean bill of health in order to restart here? Should I purge the childish feeling of love and hate inside me so that I will no longer suffer from the cold shoulder offered by the others to my passion? So that I can immune to humanness and become again a pure existence of impartiality and professional efficiency? <br><br>My beloved Beatriz, tell me.

... ai fait moi meme en lui faisant comprendre toi tu recommences t'es mort. 5-10 minutes apres pareil avec les couilles, ce qui fait que j'ai fini le massage avec tout l'attirail dans la main droite afin qu'il ne touche plus a mon tresor.... Sinon dans l'ensemble agreable, couvert d'huile et pour finir douche que j'ai pris tout seul il faut le preciser avec un savon aux herbes ayurvediques qui sentait extremement bon. <br>Sorti du salon ...

... take us to lots of places and go shopping with us so we agreed. There is a points system whereby, if they take us into an Emporium type shop which is always expensive, they earn points and at the end of the month they receive gifts depending on how many points they have. We decided to go into these shops for our driver Keny, even though we told him we wouldn't be buying anything there. He was happy with that. He took us to some churches and showed us ...

... next catch.<br><br>I have had a couple of wonderful ayurvedic massages and back treatments here, including one where they made a kind of pool out of paste on the small of my back and filled it with hot oils. I had an ayurvedic massage in Trivandrum as well, but that was rubbish, just basting me with rancid oil like a chicken, so that I refused to pay for it, but the ones in Varkala were great. It's strange, as ...

... screaming, soaking, dancing and laughing in the rain. <br>I felt four years old again and it felt f****king fantastic.<br><br><br>Birthday Text to Sharon:- <br>&#8220;Time diff. Here so already celebrated your b.day with a few Toddy's (local coconut liquor) a bottle of white mischief (apt Vodka brand)and dancing on a car roof in the monsoon- well i had to try and forget the funeral I witnessed today............&#8221;<br><br>

... as he pointed out we have had every injection there is going! The following day he told methat a number of river snakes lived in there - apparently thereare harmless - hmmm.... Continuing further downsouth to see someelephants and crocodiles can't wait and the next entry will probablybe ina few weeks in Dehli so take care andfeel free to let me know what your adventuresare uncovering even if it is just down the road to the park!! Lots of love Ash &amp; Alex xxx

... ncing c*mp style like Bollwood *ctors *nd others were pl*ying guit*r. Next d*y we scoured the cliff to find * TV on which to w*tch the Austr*li*n Open men's tennis fin*l with Federer *nd N*d*l pl*ying. We were joined by some Scottish pub monster folk. I *te some m*shed pot*toes *nd onion dish with l*shings of tom*to s*uce Aussie style. The Aussie crowd w*tching the g*me cr*cked us up in l*ughter. The youngster N*d*l won. We h*d to get out of our hotel bec*use the B*b ...

This morning had to make our way to Thrissur. We were told bus was best option. Whoa!!Another hair raising journey. Tailbacks (is that what you call them? - similar to Sa Calobra,Mallorca) of death + death wishbus drivers = rollercoaster journey extreme - and we were on the back seat. Lots of horn action (no not that type!) and sounds of scraping metal along the rocks as the bus regularly took the corners too tight (due to the buses coming up the hill also at break neck speeds) were the ...

... nestled in the heart of the tea estates - finding of course that they were way out of our budget range! So we made our way into Munnar itself, nothing more than two high streets, lots of buses and tea pickers hostels. We located quite an upmarket hotel (Isaac's Residency) and splurged out on that, just so we had TV and hot showers for a change. We left Hari to change into his lungi (sarong thing) and chill out cleaning his car! There was not a lot to do for the rest of the ...