Anne & Tom's Adventure in India travel blog

A permanent umbrella for the traffic cop.

Plucking tea.

An old British church.

Our first look at the backwaters.

Boarding the boat that take us to the Cocunut Lagoon Resort.

A Temple Elephant takes a bath at the river edge.

A passing boat as we head to the resort.

A typical houseboat. We'll be on one in two days!

We arriived.

A map of the property.

Our bungalow.

A flower was on the bed.

Our own cow right outside our accommodation!

Orchids grew wild on the trunks of trees.

They were lovely.

Of course there were coconuts.

Lunch.

A very large and curvy swimming pool.

These flowere lined the canals.

A backwater sunset.


Tom is still battling his stomach, and it varies. He started Cipro this morning because Dr. Anne is worried about him. He is eating very lightly, but has energy and feels pretty good. Our driver picked us up at 10:00 for a ride down to Kumarakom, about 128 km, which would rival anything Disney or any other amusement park could offer in terms of a wild ride with many hairpin turns and narrow escapes. The longest stretch of straight road was only half a football field in length! Things calmed down after reaching the lowlands. On the way we had a strange bathroom break at a private home (!), where they were drying latex from rubber plants, and a woman was doing her wash in a stream and beating the clothes on the rocks, kind of like she was beating the rocks with the clothing - very loud "whomps". Matthew said that these people were "rich" since they sold rubber. Tom asked how much rubber was worth and was told a kilo sells for 100 rupees ($2). So "rich" is a relative term.

We suddenly and finally arrived at the boat landing for our next hotel, Coconut Lagoon. Many things seem to happen without warning on this part of the trip. As we pulled away from the dock, an elephant was led down to the river and began to take a bath using its trunk to suck water in and spray it all over itself. We rode about a kilometer in the boat out to where the river meets the lake. The hotel is on the corner, and is, in a very technical sense, an island. It is beautiful here. It is also mosquito heaven after sundown. Our unit is stand-alone, and is a nice large air-conitioned room (thank goodness, since it is about 85-90 outside and very humid and sultry). However, our bathroom is unique - it is outdoors, and very elegant and private and roofed, with a tree growing up the middle. I just hope the mosquitos don't know it is there.

We went to the bar for a late lunch, and Anne had a good hamburger (yes, a real hamburger), and Tom had a Coke - and Anne got bit by a large black ant hiding in her napkin - that really stung for a few minutes. In the evening, we went to dinner buffet, where Anne found enough to eat, and Tom had a Coke. He has Jello, chicken bullion, and crackers in the room - we always bring our own emergency food for these occasions. We requested that the houseboat overnight have food we can eat, or else we aren't going. Our driver's boss promised that would happen, but around here you never know how these requests will be interpreted or executed.

We do feel that we are in a low-level survival mode, and hope this changes next week in Northern India where the food is supposed to be more like what we have at home in Indian restaurants. The other observation worth noting here, is that these resorts are an illusion - you don't want to look to closely, or behind things or over the fence. Everything is artfully packed in and the resort properties have just enough room to provide the illusion.

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