Wednesday, January 12, 2005
if she knew what she wants
and so, the deep south... before that though, i must thank all my close friends, and especially my immediate family, for their kind words of support regarding the recent debacle at mumbai airport.
anyway, back to the backpack saga. cochin, kerala. apparently the only state in the world to democratically elect a communist government. who'd have thought it?
mercifully for the locals, the tsnuami had lost most of it's power by the time it reached these shores. the areas we've visited - so far - only experienced waves that went 20m or so beyond their usual place. still, the communities are visibly affected and most people keen to talk about it. we've been told of fishermen refusing to go back to the sea and they are dragging their boats further ashore on the beaches every night as a result. people don't really seem to appreciate the global perspective of the whole thing, though one guy did ask me if the waves reached england.
we spent 3 days in cochi - a delightful town littered with dutch, portugese and british colonial era buildings. it even has a so called village green, complete with dozens of cricket games and the obligatory indian piles of litter.
and of course, 2 became 3 during our stay. no, not another junior wylie, but instead none other than aasha shamsuddin, friend from london. there we were, minding our own business in the train station when we spotted her. visiting her keralan uncle for the first time. who'd have thought it? such a coincidence...
cochi? well, we did a dolphin spotting tour. the boat owner advertised that if you didn't see one in the hour ride then you didn't pay. unfortunately my visions of a free hour long cruise were cruelly shattered minutes after leaving shore when we saw the first of 20 or so dolphins. back on shore we spent most of our time eating. fishermen sold a fantastic array of fresh fish, alongside their ancient chinese fishing nets, which once purchased you took to small shacks along the beach and they grilled them for you. everyday we ate our way through our very own seafood mountain.
kerala is also the home of kathakali theatre. otherwise known, as per the chinese opera and the start of the whole bobbins debate, as bobbins. at least i didn't have to miss any palace games to watch this one. the first 90 minutes involved watching 2 men putting make up on (2 fellas, i ask you?). the next 45 minutes involved a woman twitching her eyebrows in many different ways. the final hour was the story - a large part of this involved a man standing behind a big rug. cultural and authentic it may have been but, edge of the seat entertainment it was not.
and the weather was hot.
anyway, back to the backpack saga. cochin, kerala. apparently the only state in the world to democratically elect a communist government. who'd have thought it?
mercifully for the locals, the tsnuami had lost most of it's power by the time it reached these shores. the areas we've visited - so far - only experienced waves that went 20m or so beyond their usual place. still, the communities are visibly affected and most people keen to talk about it. we've been told of fishermen refusing to go back to the sea and they are dragging their boats further ashore on the beaches every night as a result. people don't really seem to appreciate the global perspective of the whole thing, though one guy did ask me if the waves reached england.
we spent 3 days in cochi - a delightful town littered with dutch, portugese and british colonial era buildings. it even has a so called village green, complete with dozens of cricket games and the obligatory indian piles of litter.
and of course, 2 became 3 during our stay. no, not another junior wylie, but instead none other than aasha shamsuddin, friend from london. there we were, minding our own business in the train station when we spotted her. visiting her keralan uncle for the first time. who'd have thought it? such a coincidence...
cochi? well, we did a dolphin spotting tour. the boat owner advertised that if you didn't see one in the hour ride then you didn't pay. unfortunately my visions of a free hour long cruise were cruelly shattered minutes after leaving shore when we saw the first of 20 or so dolphins. back on shore we spent most of our time eating. fishermen sold a fantastic array of fresh fish, alongside their ancient chinese fishing nets, which once purchased you took to small shacks along the beach and they grilled them for you. everyday we ate our way through our very own seafood mountain.
kerala is also the home of kathakali theatre. otherwise known, as per the chinese opera and the start of the whole bobbins debate, as bobbins. at least i didn't have to miss any palace games to watch this one. the first 90 minutes involved watching 2 men putting make up on (2 fellas, i ask you?). the next 45 minutes involved a woman twitching her eyebrows in many different ways. the final hour was the story - a large part of this involved a man standing behind a big rug. cultural and authentic it may have been but, edge of the seat entertainment it was not.
and the weather was hot.
// posted by courtney and pete @ 15:11 
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Please excuse a poor Canadian, but what the h#$% is bobbins????! Just when I think I've got it figured out that this is a GOOD thing, it sounds like may-be it's a BAD thing! Help!
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# posted by 
: 11:41 pm
: 11:41 pm
C'mon Mar - you haven't retained anything you've read!!! If you go back to the November archives (at lest, that's where I think they are), you will find at least 3 different definations of "bobbins" in the Comments - all compliments of Will, The Landlord and Pete.
Just for the record - it's NOT a good thing!
Love,
your baby sister
(AKA The Aunt)
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Just for the record - it's NOT a good thing!
Love,
your baby sister
(AKA The Aunt)
# posted by : 11:59 am
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