In 1999 an Air India aircraft was hijacked between Kathmandu and Delhi, until today the security measures on this route are high. We only transferred in Delhi to the Southern airport of Cochin, in the state Kerala, but had to go through the whole security procedure. Bags were checked 5x (!!) – by hand and by X-ray, before we could finally board the aircraft in Kathmandu.
Totally annoying that the Air India staff in Delhi found our small pocket knife in that same bag in Delhi (!!!) - we forgot all about it, it must have been in there for months without anyone noticing it. Anyway, gone is gone...
We found a nice guesthouse in a small town called Fort Kochi.
The place was really nice and clean and the friendly lady cooks ‘safe’ food. We quickly realized that no matter how touristy a place is, garbage belongs on the streets in India and illnesses come with them!!
Within a week all 3 of us were on anti-biotic!
Rats, dogs, cows, birds and beggars love these road-side places...
Let’s forget that for the moment, as not everything is bad in Fort Kochi.
Matthew and Robin took their PADI Open Water Certificate course here, maybe not the most beautiful place but for us very practical.
The kids caught up on their homework and e-mailed it to their teachers. Matthew applied for the Mike Horn Borneo ACT expedition and got the confirmation during our stay in Fort Kochi. This gave him much extra work, doing fund-raising and preparing presentations.
A nice internet café in town made a lot of money on us – we did a lot of talking on Facebook and Skype, also as X-mas and New Year were coming up soon. We updated our Blogspot and searched on-line for flights to Borneo, busses within India, animation design courses and much more.
We send part of our luggage back to Europe, and realized we still have too much left over... each of us has a backpack and then we have the ‘schoolbag’... which is slowly being filled with more and more movies... to replace the finished homework ???
Cooking lessons in India with Tresa, our 'mother' at the Guesthouse means, curry, curry and more curry. We can almost smell it when we think about it :-)
Typical Kerala style dresses.
And 'typical' Indian kids.
Next to martial arts, Kathakali is really popular and both are tourist attractions.
We checked out the town by foot and rickshaw.
Even that we said many times, no more busses, we now had to board another bus... all trains were full and a sleeper bus was the only way to go to our next destination. Bangalore, or Bengaluru as it is called now.
Totally annoying that the Air India staff in Delhi found our small pocket knife in that same bag in Delhi (!!!) - we forgot all about it, it must have been in there for months without anyone noticing it. Anyway, gone is gone...
We found a nice guesthouse in a small town called Fort Kochi.
The place was really nice and clean and the friendly lady cooks ‘safe’ food. We quickly realized that no matter how touristy a place is, garbage belongs on the streets in India and illnesses come with them!!
Within a week all 3 of us were on anti-biotic!
Rats, dogs, cows, birds and beggars love these road-side places...
Let’s forget that for the moment, as not everything is bad in Fort Kochi.
Matthew and Robin took their PADI Open Water Certificate course here, maybe not the most beautiful place but for us very practical.
The kids caught up on their homework and e-mailed it to their teachers. Matthew applied for the Mike Horn Borneo ACT expedition and got the confirmation during our stay in Fort Kochi. This gave him much extra work, doing fund-raising and preparing presentations.
A nice internet café in town made a lot of money on us – we did a lot of talking on Facebook and Skype, also as X-mas and New Year were coming up soon. We updated our Blogspot and searched on-line for flights to Borneo, busses within India, animation design courses and much more.
We send part of our luggage back to Europe, and realized we still have too much left over... each of us has a backpack and then we have the ‘schoolbag’... which is slowly being filled with more and more movies... to replace the finished homework ???
Cooking lessons in India with Tresa, our 'mother' at the Guesthouse means, curry, curry and more curry. We can almost smell it when we think about it :-)
With Christmas coming up, the streets are decorated.
Even that we said many times, no more busses, we now had to board another bus... all trains were full and a sleeper bus was the only way to go to our next destination. Bangalore, or Bengaluru as it is called now.
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