The traumatising Rikscha ride was also a start to a relatively relaxed and fun weekend.
Once we arrived, we haggled our way to a respectable, yet pocket-money-friendly houseboat, and joined the hoards of, mainly domestic, tourists, for a float on Keralas back waters! We sat back, enjoyed the view (of busy villagers on the shores), the sounds (mainly of the motors of other houseboats passing by), and the tastes of the Keralan houseboat kitchen (2 small fishies, but a hearty portion of daal et al!). After a night on the boat, we were back on the shore by 9.30 am sharp (making way for the next batch for sure). After a stroll on the beach, we jet again decided to take on the taxi maffia and hitched a ride back to Cochin. There we roamed around the old Fort area, among Sunday strolling families, ice cream sellers, selfie takers, sari clad tourists to finally settle down with a long awaited prawn curry, and chilled beer (Kerala is one of Indias (soon to be) dry states). It was time to pack on back to the airport and Mumbai…
And to our surprise…. what was on the plane if not … an EU and POLISH flag! haha – Could not believe my eyes, when I saw polish signs all over the plane once I boarded. (Kamizelka ratunkowa etc etc…). Unfortunately I was too slow to take a pic of the UBIKACJA signs hahaha.
Back in Mumbai, the discovery did not end. On our way to the hotel, we suddenly felt a very nice smell of some sort of scent. Rather unexpected around the busy road, next to small shacks we were driving next to. Then we saw a large crowd of men walking along the road, with incents burning and quite a lively, yet serene atmosphere. First thought was – he, are they on the way home from a football game, which clearly did not end as expected, as a slight sense of defeat was in the air. It turned out, as our driver pointed out, that they were on a way to a funeral – with the body being carried on some sort of “carrier”, by some of the men in front. The body itself, was not visible, but all covered with flowers and colourful things. It was dark, and we passed by rather fast. But the crazy thing was, that as we Literally turned the corner, we drove into a mad mass of people and hoolaballoo, and music and lights, and huge paper mache elephants etc etc – and, what turned out to be, an Indian wedding. And two km down the road – yet another one! On a stretch of only few hundred meters, the contrasts of India (and life) were very tangible.