SeaShore Resort Varkala

After a few days adjusting, we decide to leave the area and head north to Varkala beach, a hippy town on a beach cliff. We check into a bungalow behind a wall and the nice bungalows, which turns out to have bedbugs. Silver jewelry, labrodiate, and tiger eye invite the eyes into the shops lining the street. Here yoga and ayurvedic treatments are the thing, and I don't need much convincing to give it a go. Our first try is an Indian lady giving massages right out of her home ...

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... was limping. This put a huge downer on our morning and left us in a sombre mood for the remainder of the rickshaw ride back to our hotel. We still had to face the 5 1/2 hour death race back down to Kochin for our overnight sleeper train to Chennai (Madras) at 9.45pm that night.<br><br>Kerala is easily the nicest place we're been so far, if anyone is planning to visit Goa for a holiday - forget it! Go to Kerala instead, you won't regret it!<br><br>Darryl &amp; Nicola x

... 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 ...

... mention. It came as a mound of yellow rice which, when you dug in your spoon, broke open to reveal fresh vegetables -- carrots, broccoli, mushroom, paneer cheese, cashew nuts, whatever was available -- in a curry sauce. It was a meal in itself, but of course we ate many other things with it.<br><br>We had a really great time in Varkala. We learned a lot about yoga, which Paul was doing for the first time, and good on him for doing it every day straight for over ...

... 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>

... had tentatively booked (without prepayment - we are learning), we defaulted to the entry level Taj Gateway Hotel.  The Taj, of course, is the hotel chain that was targeted, along with the Oberoi in the recent Mumbai bombings. We are working on the principle that lightening doesn't strike twice. I did hear some sounds like gun shots at one point when Maddie and I were in the pool and I started thinking "OK, I know they probably aren't ...

... the coconuts free with his knife. Some of his buddies were shrieking in approval and racing in to collect the fruits, some of which had split open on impact. We waited on the path until all the fruits were down, these coconuts can be lethal. According to some experts and often talked about in travellers tales is the fact / myth that 150 people die every year due to falling coconuts (which is apparently 15 times the amount of people who are shark food). When the ...

... of * frenzy. There were some str*nge, sc*ry looking ch*r*cters dressed with he*dpieces, green m*ke up *nd p*per m*che bre*sts *nd others spinning *round with gi*nt, conic*l he*d pieces m*de from f*brics. There w*s * cute, children's m*rching b*nd dressed in red, white *nd blue *nd *nother d*ncing K*th*k*li ch*r*cter th*t w*s * bird with white fe*thers *nd long be*k. The cre*ture w*s pl*ying it's p*rt *nd sc*ring *ll the children in the crowd. Young girls dressed in ...

... killers basement. I'm greeted by 2 Indian fellas, and am shown over to what looks like a table they would perform an autopsy on. Not a good start. They then ask me to strip off so I get down to my boxers, not too sure whether they want them off too!?! One of them steps forward with a piece of string in his hand (not to strangle me thankfully) but to wrap round my waste? he then ties it up and then gestures for me to to take down my shorts. Now don't get me wrong I ain't got ...