Houseboat

This Large Net Is Lowered Into the Water To Hopefully
Catch Some Fish

We had some time before we had to be on our houseboats near here, so we took a stroll along the water’s edge of old Kochi. Fishing boats were tied up, their nets sticking way in the air. The fishermen here, in the shallows, use a way of fishing learned from the Chinese. (Or was this the other way around?). A very large square of netting is lowered into the water, held spread out by very long, skinny but strong beams. After some time, this net is then carefully pulled up and any fish swimming over the net in the water are pulled in. it is very ingenious and very effective. We tried on one boat to catch fish but it does take some skill, we caught only one miserly small fellow.

Lots of These Blue Crabs Were For Sale

We saw, on our further walk along the water’s edge how effective the locals are, because there were fish mongers selling the morning catch. Enough fish for everyone. I wished I could have bought one and then steamed it for lunch. Yummy!

Sampling the Wares

Shark For Sale

 



We learned on this walk that the Portuguese planted some African trees here. And the British brought trees native to Australia.

Craw Fish? Shrimp?

We proceeded after our walk to the houseboat ‘harbor’ via bus. Our houseboat tour company was named Evergreen and they had a fleet of 10 boats. But all in all there are 1000 house boats on the river giving similar, albeit less luxurious rides to people.

What a Tale They Had To Tell About Getting the
Beer and Wine

We had brought on board a stash of beer and wine. Alcohol is not included into the boat rental fee and I just have to tell you how we obtained our beer. On the bus it was decided we were buying in bulk for the group and then divide the cost up. The Indian fellows on board the bus knew where the locals buy their beer, so we stopped along the way and 3 of our group went to buy beer. Well it took a while and they came back with beer but only had 5 bottles each. Not enough for a group of 16 for a 2 day ride with lots of free time to drink beer. What gives? With smiling faces they told us 

The Narrow Alley Where They Lined Up For the
Beer and Wine

they did well, actually. The limit is 3 bottles of beer per person, per day. You cannot buy more beer even if you have lots of money. Mmmm, what to do? Well, the bus driver knew of another place so we drove to this place. This time we had about 5 to 6 men from our group get off the bus, including me, to buy beer. Through a very narrow alley we went behind some building where ultimately barriers guided us single-file, like cattle to a hole in the wall window. There you could buy beer, and only there. No other place unless you go to a fancy hotel, which had a bar. The beer price in the hotel was 10 times as much as here.

Here Is the Window Where the Beer and Wine
Could Be Purchased - What An Adventure!

The selling of beer to locals is strictly regulated and is sold in limited amounts. This is done to limit alcoholism. There is no sale of beer or alcohol on the first of each month when people get paid. The government wants the men to bring their hard earned money home to the family and not drink it away. Those are strict rules alright but I think good rules. I remember as a child when pay day came (Fridays) and my grandma waited for the weekly money to come in, only to find later that it had been spent on beer, or at least a large part of it. I lived through this from a child's point of view. I do not mind the limited sale of alcohol in India, the limits put on consumption. Good for you, India. It saves a lot of domestic violence.

Glad I Didn't Have to Walk This Tippy Plank With a Suitcase

All our suitcases were lugged on board via a narrow plank next to a tree, no dock. We balanced ourselves on the plank to get on board and off we went. Our exploring journey on the Pravo River was relaxing. Just a slight hum from the quiet diesel motor was all we heard and of course nature was all around us.  

For the last 3 weeks we had a go, go schedule, not that I am complaining. Yet it was nice to just drift along for a day and do no more running around. Houseboats can be rented including crew and all services; that allow a leisurely time away from it all. Our group rented 3 of these boats near Kochi, each boat containing 3 en-suite bedrooms, a communal dining  room, sitting room, etc. it was like a floating mini hotel. All B/R were air conditioned most of the time, well some of the time (night time).

Tippy Canoe and Dense Water Plants We
Had To Get Through

The Pamba River (there are very many rivers in Kerala) glides through a natural preserve. It is very rural along the shores and there are only a few houses here and there. At our first stop along the river the group all managed to change vessels and to fit into 2 long canoes without falling into the water. It was a wobbly affair since there were no docks and the getting off our houseboat into the canoe was a giggly, yet scary proposition. All went well. The owner of the canoe put me into the bow and he took the aft section. The rest of the group sat in between. I helped paddle when I felt there was a need for help. The aft man poling through dense growths of water plants, mostly lilac lilies. We poled and  paddled through a side

Had to Step Off the Bank Into the Canoe

arm of the main river and immediately it became even quieter. Trees grew up very close to the water; some overhanging branches even shaded the waters. At other sections planted fields, green and vibrant, were cultivated.

Very few, far away, spaced houses were visible. Or were those working sheds? Hard to tell, some had oil presses next to them to press for? Could it be Coconut oil? Some kind of oil! The area felt abandoned but then I saw people coming out of buildings where I would have thought nobody lived.

Lush Greenery Along the River

We just slid across the quiet water, getting a feel for this tropical paradise. Plants sure grow here. It was humid. Left and right were the kinds of plants I have only seen in botanical gardens before. The water-way we were on, in certain places, seemed choked with plants. Paddling was tough and arduous. It was a world I know zero about, I truly felt like a city slicker out of his realm. The canoe trip lasted about an hour but I loved it. I wished I could have talked to the people we saw to see how they look at life. We could have compared notes, my notes from NYC and their notes about daily going on and their experiences. It would have been interesting for me.

Breakfast Had Lots of Fresh Fruit, Toast, Omelettes
and Other Things But I Forget What They Were

But…let’s get back on to our house boat and the chugging motor that takes us up river. All meals were served on board by the crew. All meals were cooked by the crew. It was good food and there was plenty of it.

Living on the river was a slow life and it even included a nap for me. And even though it is only March, the sun is up and heating up the land. The mind turns a little mushy. Yet, the living is easy, like the song says.

 

Champakulam

Our next stop awhile later is a small town called Champakulam, just a pier along the water’s edge. The local folks erected stores so we foreigners could buy from them. The problem is we have NYC taste and they have local Indian merchandise. Not a good match. We tried hard to buy anything and it was not easy. But behold, Carol found long, plain white, lose cotton pants that fit and an orange Indian, cotton top. Everybody was happy. The stop in this village did not last that long or we were the wrong tourists. I don’t know which. If I had been younger I might have found something, but I am getting jaded about buying souvenirs.

I went back to sit on the deck of our houseboat, just watching everybody selling or buying. I felt a bit removed but had a smile on my face. This was a day of just drifting, slowly, along the river. My job was watching life pass by.

Climbing Back On Board

Not much later, around 6 pm, we tied up someplace for the night. No river traffic at night, it is too dark to see, the river has no navigational help. It's safer to just wait out the night.

We had our beer and wine that night, chatted with the other people in our small group and went to bed early.

It was a wonderful, relaxing day.  Good choice on the itinerary, Fiona.

Kochi. (Cochin)

I saw a lot of advertisements on large billboards inside the airport building. Silk dresses, gold and jewelry and Bollywood ladies all smiled down on us. Kochi is the first airport I know that is entirely driven by solar power. Electricity is inexpensive here. The sun always shines and it is always hot and humid. The region is named the Kerala region, a State of India. It's very tropical.

Kochi is on India's west coast, relatively close to the Horn of Africa and Arabian traders were here ages ago. Sailors from King Solomon’s time had already settled near Kochi. In 587 BC, after the 1^st Israeli temple was destroyed, Jews established themselves in India in great numbers. Some

Jewish Area of Kochi

researchers’ claim they had settled as early as 600 BC, and Jewish trading, had been done in Kochi for many years. Already a rather large Jewish village was in Kochi around 52 AD, according to some written records. When Israel was under Roman rule, this enclave was not affected at all. When, in 70 AD the Romans destroyed Israel and put every Jew in exile or slavery, destroyed the 2^nd temple, conquered Masada, etc., the Jewish people in India, especially in Kochi were not affected, but some Jews from Israel fled to India after the Roman destruction, joining the Jews who lived there already. The Jews lived their life, had their own systems, beliefs and were free from

Hand Painted Floor Tiles In the Synagogue

suppression. After Jews were expelled from Spain in 1498, many more Sephardic Jews settled in this part of India. Cochin was sometimes called the New Jerusalem. Their trade was in the spice business. This old Jewish section is still around today, albeit very few Jews still live here now. After WW II, many Jews in India resettled in Israel or moved to Australia or other modern places. Their synagogue however, small as it may be, is still around. The present synagogue was built in 1567. There are only 5 members today; the youngest is a 42 year old female who is not married. The Kochi synagogue is the oldest,

Some of the Many Chandeliers In the Synagogue

active synagogue in the British Empire. It is amazing to see such old history in Cochin.

The more commercial part of old Cochin, the basic layout of the old town however, is a mix of Dutch housing, Portuguese housing and has a rural, sometimes British feel. All the streets are tree lined, many parks abound and the feeling is of a rich, wealthy small city.

We visited this “old” section of Kochi which still has special rules, a left over from the colonial days. Not just the last British rules, but treaties signed by the Portuguese and even the Dutch.

Dhobi Washing Clothes

Also Washing Clothes

They Prefer Hand Washing to the Machines

Laundry Drying In the Sun

One such treaty was the area where still today, the laundry people (a former cast known as Dhobi) wash clothes everyday. These low end trade workers had a treaty made with the British that assured them 14 acres of land to do their work. They needed this much acreage because they relied on a small creek to supply them with water and they spread the clothes on the ground to dry. The town of Kochi some years ago made a deal with them, in exchange for 10 acres, the town built them a quite modern facility, washing machines, wells, ironing tables, etc. whatever they needed and wanted. It was a fair exchange, everybody was happy at the end.

Today, like generations before, those people still wash for families and households. While not rich, the Dhobi have a steady job and make a good living in India's economy; US$ equivalent of $ 400.00 per week. Yes they work hard but it's an honorable job and everybody is happy. We saw no one using the washing machines; they prefer the old, tried and true hand washing and natural sun drying methods.

St. Francis' Church

Kerala is the most educated state in India with 100% literacy, but it also has high unemployment. Kerala, the state, is spread over 22 islands with Kochi being the financial center. Tourism is the main industry.

These Paddles Were Moved By Slaves Standing Outside
The Movement Cooled the Congregation

The main tourist attraction would be the old Fort area of Kochi. This section looks a bit like a medieval area of Portugal, or Holland, or a British village. Like always, the center of town is the church, in this case St. Francis’ church. It houses a tomb for Vasco da Gama, who died here. His epitaph in the memory of the folks here is not good. He was a pillager, plunderer
and rapist who died of gonorrhea or syphilis. We also saw the house where da Gama died. His remains were sent back to Portugal many years ago. Reading about him I have to agree, he was not a good man.

The lovely old trees in and around Kochi, large, majestic and healthy looking were planted about 300 years ago by the British. Thank you for that, their shade is wonderful, I am glad you did that, Britain.

Shops Along the Street

 The feel of the old fort section is of a cozy place, today many small shops occupy the old houses and yes it’s a bit touristy.

The Mattancherry Palace: Built by Portugal in 1555, this small Palace was a gift to the ruling Maharaja, to appease him for the terrible destruction and raids of former Portuguese, especially Vasco da Gama and ilk. In 1663, when the Dutch took over from the Portuguese they updated and enlarged and improved upon this Palace. It was thereafter always known as the Dutch Palace. The place is known in India for the exquisite murals painted on many walls. Hindu religious scenes, some even from the Portuguese time decorate the place. The ceilings, the wood work, the tiles, all have an artistic touch. Brass studded ceilings, along with many delicately

The Inside Of the Mattancherry Palace Was More Impressive

painted depictions of Vishnu, Krishna, Shiva and others in the bedroom of the Maharaja give this Palace a feel of Europe and India mixed. Treasures of the Maharaja are on display, 300 kg golden elephant seats, opulent furniture, gold and jewels. No photos allowed.

This building, as it is, while under the protection of historical places in India, is not up to international preservation standards. Work is in progress to do so, however.

Our 89 Year Old Hostess and Her

 Lunch time:  an unusual experience. We had lunch in a private home. Lunch as served by an 89 year old woman and her 3 daughters and/or daughters in law. The older lady was very spry, spoke English well, and had owned this house since 1971. The house, built years ago and then left in 1947 by the British is today in absolutely marvelous condition. The 4 ladies keep it spotless and in perfect repair, down to the lawn and garden. The furnishings were airy, simple yet classy. The meal we were served was delicious. A cooking class was given by one of ladies to show us how to make Fish Soup. Those women found a good way to supplement their income and also meet many nice foreigners. Good for them.

An Incredibly Good Fish Soup

The Family

 

Not Much Left After This Great Meal

The afternoon was hot, we took a little break.

Some mix-up occurred at dinner when I ordered the wrong food. My hearing is not getting any better. Carol got stuck with oily humus, with pomegranate seeds and black olives. Sounds OK to you?  Carol does not like black olives, oops. She also does not appreciate oily food, oops again. Poor Carol!

Our Two Kathakali Actors Before Make-Up

Starting to Apply Face-Paint

Late afternoon we went to an unusual performance, a Kathakali. I have to reach back into deep history to make this performance a bit understandable. Millennia back. But let it just be said that It is a performance, a dance, a story-telling accompanied by music, based most times on religious beliefs or old classical folk tales or stories of India; Mostly from southern India. All dancers are male, even the females in the story are danced by males. Dance is not the right word.

Starting to Apply Face-Paint

Demonstrating Some of the Hand and Eye Movements

There are 22 prescribed hand movements, hand movements are given to supplement the spoken story. A separate speaker does the speaking, or singing, the “dancer” only dances. There are ritualized steps (based on ancient martial arts) and many facial features, especially eye movements, which show the emotional state of the story being told.

In Full Costume

To top it all off the make up, the masks, the costumes, the colors are all over the top. Each color used in the garish makeup has a special meaning, defining the character being acted out. There are many art forms combined in any performance. It takes several hours to just apply the facial make up. While we were there our 2 actors gave an insight into the difficulty of applying make-up. They sat on stage and let us witness the procedure of applying their make-up mask for over an hour before they went behind the stage to finish their faces.

The Story Ends With the Murder of the "Woman"

To coordinate their steps with the music, let 
their eyes tell the emotional state of the story, their hand movements show the progression of the tale told, keep their appearance “lady-like” or act the demon, or King, or God, etc. all at the same time, seems impossible, but those actors do it. It takes years of practice, it is a refined art. The stage is empty, hardly any props. Connoisseurs see a lot more than we see, but it was an amazing display of India. It was a unique experience. Amazing India!

The history of Kathakali, if you are interested, can be read on the internet. It portrays life as wonderful. To know more about it is a good way to expand one’s horizon.

Gold Head Adornment for the Elephants

On the way back from the performance we saw some commotion on the side of the road. Fiona had the bus stopped and we all got off.  The local guide helped us get to the display close up, right in the middle of it, in fact.

There were 3 huge elephants, decked out in royal garb, in glistening, golden splendor, standing in the road and young men in traditional leg-dressings were blowing trumpets, horns, and loud brass instruments and banging drums in front of them. They were standing, not marching. Burning torches were lit and swayed in front of the animals, which just stood there, taking it all in, munching on sugarcane. The ‘music’ (racket) was tremendous. Supposedly it was a festive celebration of a religious kind, honoring Shiva. I never found out for sure, but it sure was loud and seemed ancient and historic.

Drummers Getting Frenzied

We were told the elephants were rented for the night. The rent per elephant was 100,000 rupees (US$ 1540.00) for the night and you had to feed the elephant with special foods, like sugarcane, etc.  So, let's say those elephants were $5000, not a cheap affair, add to that the young men's salaries, it was a very expensive display. But for what reason were they hired? I never found out!  You just have to experience India in her many forms, simply stunning.

The Three Elephants Facing the Drummers

Mysore and Sleeping In Kochi

Rehabilitation Of the Chamindeshwai Temple

Outside Of the Chamindeshwai Temple

We had the morning to continue exploring Mysore so we started off with a visit to the Chamindeshwai Temple. Set high on top of a hill at 3400 feet, this temple is over 100 years old and is now undergoing rehabilitation. It's an active place.

Moped Blessing

We saw a priest bless a new moped. The bike was garlanded and stood on its center stand. The owner smashed a coconut on the ground, in front of the bike. The priest then walked around the bike a few times, rubbed a paste on its headlight, handle-bars and seat and gave the owner 2 small lemons to put under the front and back tires to crush while driving over them. End of service.

I watched with keen interest, I now know how to do this. If you want your Bike blessed in a similar way, my charge is $ 200 per blessing. – A bargain, I saw what the Indian biker paid the priest –

Owner About To Smash Coconut On the Ground
Note Lemons Under the Wheels

Signs were posted around the temple proclaiming a “No Plastic Zone“. This effort of creating zones hopefully will pay off and will reduce the trash that accumulates everywhere in India. Good idea, if it is enforced. Bins were set up to collect plastics.

Hinduism is truly a way of life, people were praying inside the Temple and there were many ‘stations’ where the priests collected donations for a yellow or white bindi or some water to splash, some flower pedals to spread, etc. each activity costing money. It was a busy Temple. Outside, even within the Temple grounds, beggars were asking for help.

Temple Priests Selling Offerings To Lord Shiva

 Monkeys looked on or hopped around. Naturally one had to enter without shoes on. Photos were forbidden. Idols (statues) of the deity Shiva inside the Temple just sat and watched the goings one. The Deity statues were lit up and richly decorated. I believe that Shiva was well admired here.

Large Granite Nandi, Transport For Lord Shiva

On the way down from the temple we stopped at a Nandi; this is the 5^th largest Nandi in India. A Nandi represents the transport Shiva uses when traveling. This Nandi was carved out of one large granite rock, which had always been just standing there. People just ‘helped‘ to create an image that they could understand better when they carved the rock. This rock, this Nandi, is periodically washed, oiled and then covered with a mixture of ash and turmeric. This procedure protects it but has turned the Nandi black.

St. Philomena

Now we were off to the airport in Bangalore, a 4 hour bus ride to get there. Mysore has a perfectly good airport, brand new even, but…we have to drive to Bangalore to catch a flight to Cochin (Kochi). The new airport in Mysore was built in 2011 so why isn’t it open by now? Every tourist has to come and go via Bangalore, 4 hours away.

St. Philomena Catholic Church

On the way to Bangalore we stopped at St. Philomena Church, a Catholic Church. She is a Saint and a relic of her was obtained in France and is now in a crypt downstairs in this church. By order of the Maharaja this large cathedral was built to replace a much smaller church that stood in its place. The cathedral is a copy of the Gothic style dome of Cologne, Germany. It was finished in 1952.

Extracting a Green Liquid From Raw Sugar Cane

 We also stopped along the way at a sugar press (factory?). I have a difficult time writing the word factory. Let's say a place where sugarcane is crushed and then boiled down to get raw sugar. It was not on the tour schedule but was a good stop. It had a machine to crush the sugar cane, belt driven, powered by electricity that was the only machine in the whole place. The rest was all done by hand and could have been thousands of years old. The juice of the sugar cane was boiled in a pot until it crystallized, voila sugar. The whole yard, all the rooms were full of sugar cane. People slept there at night,

Boiled Then Stirred Until Thickened Then Put in Molds (Behind
the Stirrer). Tastes A Bit Like Maple Sugar

right on the cane. It was a mess but…. They made sugar, Jaggery as they call it.

The process is as primitive as it gets but the end result were large sugar cubes that were sold in the market place. This is a hard way to make a living. I saw 4 people “living” inside the ‘factory’ but those were just the workers I assume. The whole installation was shockingly low tech.

Now What Do I Do With This?

We had a lunch stop along our route someplace.
It was a busy place, very typical South Indian cuisine. Food was served to me on a banana leaf, utensils were my right hand. The food was excellent. And I could get as much food as I could possibly eat.  Not everybody in our group ate like this but they missed something special. It was outstanding. And an experience besides, because eating with my right hand, just using my fingers to scoop up food, is not what I do often. It is a normal thing in this southern region of India to eat like this. We watched Lakuma eat her lunch on her banana leaf, wow she is good at it. The used banana leaves are fed to animals or used for compost.

Difficult to Tear Bread With One Hand

On this bus ride we leaned the following:

Horses were not native to India; they only arrived with Alexander the Great around 300 BCE. Hmmm!

Face painting for priests. Turmeric and lime mixed gives a red color.  White ash comes from burning cow dung, from temple cows of course. Two red horizontal lines on a priest’s forehead means he worships Shiva, red and white vertical lines means he worships Vishnu. If a person smears these ashes all over his body it will reduce a fever.

Lakuma, With All Her Practice, Ate the Whole Meal With One Hand.
Her Left Hand Is Kept Hidden During the Meal

A priest has a 12 year education to become a priest.

There are words we use in English that are pure Indian words: bungalow, catamaran, etc. I was told many but do not remember more.

Jaggery recipe and other food goodies:

Boil water; add jaggery, ginger and lime then let sit overnight. Good to prevent dehydration. Many South Indians drink this every day.

When hot food is dished out on the banana leaf it absorbs some chlorophyll into the food which is a disease preventative.

Add buttermilk and yogurt in a pot, boil, and let sit…apply on skin when cooled. Good against sunburn.

We learned a lot from you, Lakuma, thank you.

Lakuma said good-bye to us at the airport; she is flying back to her husband.

We are off to Cochin, now called Kochi.