Thinking that we should try striking out on our own, I did
some advance research and discovered Neem’a Kitchen, an Indian cooking school
that looked intriguing. Her website said
that, in addition to running a Home-Stay (B & B), she runs cooking classes
in the AM and PM for small groups. I emailed
Neema and she replied in great detail with directions, cost, and that she could
take a group of four at 2:30 PM. She
couldn’t take us in the AM because she had already booked a group from the
Sapphire Princess.
I regrettably had to
say no, because it would be cutting it too close for sail away. As it turns out we didn’t leave until about 8:30 PM, soon
after we watched the Sapphire Princess do a 180 from the dock and sail away.
Rumors
abound as to what caused the delay. It
could be an accident involving passengers.
It could be a missing crew member.
It could be the Indian officials trying to illicit a bribe in connection
with a missing crew member. We’ll try to
get to the bottom of this and report back.Sapphire Princess |
So, we took the included city tour, billed as church, beach, Chinese fishing nets, Dutch palace, and Jew Town.
This city, in the state of Kearla, was first
occupied by the Portuguese, then the Dutch and then the British. At first glance, it seems more prosperous
than Chennai. The vendors’ colorful
wares that line the streets lend a festive feel, as opposed to the dusty
squalor of the previous port.
Our first “unscheduled” stop is at the dhobi khana laundries. In my estimation, this was the best part of
the day. These public laundries were
established to serve the British officers.
First we walk through a common area where laundry is piled in the middle
and sorted according to some unapparent system.
On the perimeter of the common room are elderly men and women wielding 20
pound charcoal irons.
Passing through here and into a courtyard, we see cement “pens” where men are beating wet clothing against rocks. These laundry stalls are handed down through families, each cubicle with a water tank and washing stones. Outside of the stalls is an open area where laundry is hung to dry. Not a cloths pin in sight.
Our guide tells us that the moustache and the mundu are
important to the Kerala male. He’s
right. Rarely do I spot a clean shaven
male and the mundu is ubiquitous either in its long form or knotted up for ease
of scooter riding or to prevent it dragging in the dust.
Everywhere we stop are hawkers. Everything they’re hawking is rich in
color: glittering ballpoint pens,
sparkling umbrellas, shiny silk scarfs, and eye catching clothing. At the St. Francis Church we fend off the hawkers before
peeking inside. Bob and I don’t bother
going in. The shoe routine is getting old.
The highlight at the church is the elaborate fan system and the tomb of
Vasco da Gama (no longer occupied.)
We walk from the church, along the vendor lined streets to
the vendor lined beach to see the Chinese fishing nets. Although they don’t seem to catch anything
but garbage and tourists’ dollars, these cantilevered nets positioned on a
base on the beach, are lowered into the water with counterweights and are pulled
out by a team of fishermen, presumably loaded with the catch of the day. The catch of the day is tourists paying to have their
pictures taken helping to hoist the nets.
Discarded flip flops are also plentiful.
The most amazing site on the beach were two water buffalo
wallowing in a pit of muddy water. The
pit was right next to the promenade (sidewalk) so it was probably dug and
filled with water specifically for these creatures. If you walked by fast, you wouldn’t even have
noticed them. The water was the same
color as their hides. Gross.
Besides the water buffalo, the street life was fascinating and odorous.
Bus to Mattancherry Palace, a Portuguese palace referred to
as the Dutch Palace…. Pretty murals painted with
vegetable dye depicting the landing of Vasco da Gama on the walls inside…. Can’t take pictures of the murals…. Could have skipped this for more time in Jew
Town…. Walked past the colorful shops to the synagogue which was closed….Passover.
Back on the docks, the Indian officials check, scan, double-check,
stamp, and re-stamp our paperwork before we return to the ship.
On the scale of one to ten for Indian cities, Chennai is one
and Cochin is two. Tomorrow Goa, then
Mumbai.
By the way, the heat is still oppressive. Even when we’re at sea, the air is so heavy
that I haven’t walked Deck 2 in days. I
can do laps in the bathwater temp pool, as long as I’m the only one in there.
This is terrific stuff! Colorful artwork, colorful people, interesting shops with interesting wares! Wonderful scenery and some times not so wonderful but I am sure when people come to the states they say the same thing about us. No mention of food or drinks, how is the beer?
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