Some of you may remember I had to go to Portugal to get my sarong, and one morning I bumped into some friends in Pingo Doce, the local supermarket. I was amazed when they said they were going to India on 27th, which I assumed to be February 27th, the day we leave. What a surprise to get a comment on Facebook when we were in Varkala saying they were staying there too on South Cliff!
We shared momo in a Tibetan restaurant,and then a few days ago they arrived ahead of the strike in Kochi. We have bumped into each other everyday, and spent last night at Hotel Seagull on the waterfront watching the sun go down and then temple fireworks from a distant island.
One of the fascinations of this kind of trip is the variety of people you meet. Young people who have been doing internships in education and engineering, a down to earth couple our age from Rawtenstall who avoid heating bills by renting a flat in Goa for two months, leave their summer clothes in a box, and then travel for a third.
All the crew at the Biennale were amazing, from the director down to the volunteers like Edwin who has given up his lucrative techno job in Bangalore for three months, and Jayesh the events guy who recognised Charlie from Facebook. Derik, another FB friend of CH even came over from Ernakulum to meet us.
In Varkala the Canadian photographer in the room next door had met the reclusive fruit farmer from Salt Spring island off Vancouver we had got to know in Kochi, and turns out he was a famous rock star from the 80's!


