Green Palace Kerala Resort Alappuzha

... tout ce que peut faire sa voiture....<br>Lui demandons de nous arreter sur la route pour petit dejeuner, et il s'arrete dans un super boui boui qui n'a pas du voir beaucoup de touristes s'arreter la. On est servis comme des princes, noddles de riz et oeuf au curry, servi avec des boulettes de boeuf a la patate, trop bonnes et tres epicees, j'en ai pris 6 et 5 a emporter....<br>Comme nous avons passe un peu de temps, le chauffeur a speede comme un cingle sur la route ...

... Their bums glow orange. Didnt know those actually exsited!<br><br>Despite Mike's stomach TERRIBLYdisagreeing with the rum the next morning (he was sick like crazy for like 6 hours now he's totally fine) we had a good time and we are now in Anjuna, in Goa, about to go rent some motorbikes to enjoy the beaches for the next couple of days. More photos soon!<br><br>Hope everyone is well<br><br>Mish

2008.11.19 Home Stay Today began in despair and ended in ecstacy. After a miserable night of coughing/hacking/spitting/nose blowing and general sleeplessness, I was ready to cut the trip short and go home. I brought along a pollution mask with a carbon filter that people in Asia use. The mask filtered out whatever was bothering me and with the help of a few melatonin I managed to get some sleep. On the bus ride ...

... slatting it down. We pulled up within a few metres of them. They looked at the bus and at us looking at them as they sat there, only feet from us. The bus driver even seemed to be enjoying it, and was ordering me to the left, to the right, to the front of the bus to get the best photo opportunities. He seemed unconcerned that his window, the only one in the bus not protected with a metal cage, was wide open. We gave the Beer Parlour a miss.

... than a snozzcumber and strolled across like the cool dude that he is! We sat on the edge of the field watching the older boys play whilst we were surrounded by the younger ones all wanting to know who we were and where we'd come from. Flattered, flustered and finding the whole thing hilarious, we tried to answer most of their questions, although we did get the impression they were laughing at us sometimes (in a nice way). Luke even got invited to ...

... were worthless this weekend. The next day I went to the Ayurveda Center (an ancient Indian holistic herbal medicine ) for my rejuvenation massage. It was the best massage I have had and quite an interesting experience. First, they ask you to strip down (and don't leave the room like typical American massages) and proceed to wrap a little linen square around you. Than you sit for the first 45 minutes and that is the first position for the massage. Mind you you are dressed with ...

... stay in touch to continue learning about eachother's culture. After 2 days I got a million tuktuks and 2 buses up to Kollam. On 1 bus I met a nun called sister Gemma, she looked about 75 and couldn't walk properly due to a past boat accident. Anyway, she was pretty cool and invited me to see the convent, so I went! I stayed for the afternoon, they showed me around and fed and watered me (I felt a bit guilty about that). I was a little scared when they said I was the ripe age for ...

... on some pavements in Kerala without falling into a hole or stumble over the body of somebody who is sleeping 3. less beggars/richer We haven't seen many beggars, not even in the bigger cities like Kochin or Kottayam. Maybe it's because of the lack of temples. Or maybe people are richer in Kerala. At least prices are higher, since a liter of water costs about 15% more than in Tamil Nadu. 4. wetter It has been raining for some time now in Kerala, and we are ...

... There were literally hundreds of people outside waiting for relatives, friends, parcels, crates of chickens who knows? Our first priority was to get to an ATM for some Rupees. This we found across a dusty road in the soaring heat. I waited outside being the usual 'bag lady' while Martin went into an air conditioned room for cash. Again no one hassled me. Outside I watched the comings and going of ordinary Indian folk. Children holding hands with their parents passed me by waving ...

... the gates separating the port area from the city, hundreds of Indians descended on us-like bees from a hive on a target of their choosing. The feeling of this horde clinging to us as we attempted to walk down a city street was amazing! Offers of Taxi or Rickshaw rides, tours of the area, begging for money by women with children...they wouldn't leave us alone! It truly was like a swarm of insects attracted like ants to a target--we were so overwhelmed! However, we ...