Saturday 23 February 2013

Day 42 - Strikes day 2

We had intended to do some excursions today, starting with a trip to 'the backwaters', an area in Kerala where the sea levels have created a small collection of islands, towards the land the water is fresh, from rivers and it is turned to brine as it gets closer to the sea. Unfortunately  India decided to have a nationwide strike, with most of India ground to a halt as people went to work anyway, Kerala on the other hand was taking part in the strike, with people going round threatening anyone that dared to open with arson or broken windows. This meant that not only could we not do an excursion, but we couldn't really leave our Beach House as there was no rickshaws, or taxis. We booked another night and made the most of the beach, great food and company.

By now we had some more guests staying at the beach house, an Norwegian interpreter that worked translating computer games while he travelled (living the dream or what !), two girls from Austria one started training to be a police woman, but stopped due to the pressure and mad working environment of being in the force. I think she was fired for something illicit, but she smiled laughed nervously when I said this. I think I hit the nail on the head. Her friend was a budding property tycoon already renting out a lake side apartment at the age of 21. Shortly after, two more ladies turned up from Sweden one of them was a Ferry captain she suffers from sea sickness. She also didn't know what the bottom of the boat was called, but she had lost two mobile phones by dropping in it, a space between the floor of the boat and the hull. (The Bilge).

We all sat round the dining table and talked about travelling, while we tucked into King Fish and various other bits and pieces. The food is stunning. It was about 5 minutes before the conversation turned to the shits, illness and all the parts of travelling that they never show on Palin. Laura was mocking the fact that I don't have a problem using the 'small shower head' thing to give my hoop a quick blast after having a 'movement'. I think it is cleaner than just smearing with paper, I do however have a quick 'inspection dab' with bog roll which also dries the area. This is how you clean plates - water to clean and wipe dry. I have never seen someone wipe a plate with a kitchen towel and be happy to eat off of it. Not that you butt needs to be able to eat off of it... You know what I mean.

As you can see the strikes caused widespread panic and large picket lines

You should have seen the size of that fish "It was this big..."

Walking down the road you know you are going to have to say hello 15 times in this scene

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