Not that much to say about Kochi. Spent most of the time scooting about airing alex's newly liberated...well suffice to say he bought a lunghi. Cool little island with almost no traffic and an amazing chocolate cake shop. Alex fell in love with the local canine population and has vowed to return to 'Dog Street' to pick up that black and white puppy chewing the car tyres. Spent quite a lot if time in Dog Street...
Just down the road from our guest house was this statue of Mother Teresa. Julie understandably (ahem..) wondering why there was a statue of a sick old man, in a box, holding a baby.
I adopted the Lunghi (traditional South Indian garb) as occasional dress for our jaunts around the tranquil Fort Cochi. After some close close calls it was decided underwear would be required so as not to upset the locals whilst peddling.
The untainted beauty that is the Arabian Sea
These guys loving every diesel soaked moment of it
Ladies, shopping just got even more interesting.
After telling this guy Boris Johnson is now the mayor of London, adding "you know him?" He replyed "yes i know, he is an idiot." Succinct and astute.
Apparently Cherai Beach is Cochin's "best kept secret". Although by Indian standards this is reasonably quiet we still felt a little cheated that the words 'undeveloped' and 'enchanting' were used to describe it. Lonely Planet- 3 ; Us- Nil.
A wise crow ignoring the semolina chips we had bought tasted and disgarded within the same minute.
Horny hippy powder.Also available in viagra Cornflake crumbs and sexed-up Shreddie dust flavours.
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