We loved the Dreamcatcher homestay, with it's twinkling stars on the ceiling. This was despite the idiosyncratic owner, a huge semi naked man who ruled the roost from his sofa, summoning you to sit down on his ancient antique furniture, then whisking you away with his hand when the next guest appeared in the living come dining room where breakfast was served.
A general transport strike throughout all India for two days has meant no traffic on the roads at all, it is so quiet, not even a tuk-tuk in sight, so we had to walk with our rucksacks to our current lodgings, though Big Bernard did deliver Charlie's reclaimed billboards on his bike!
Here we have a lovely terrace with shade to laze about on as temperatures are soaring to 38C each day, and an extra little room for a studio!
This afternoon we sat at the juice bar near the Chinese nets, drinking mosambi and watermelon juice, looking over the water to Vypin island and there was not a boat in sight, where usually there are huge cargo ships, ferries and little fishing boats jostling for space.
We have continued to soak up the Kochi Muziris biennalle.
Muziris was an ancient city, which was thought to have been washed away in 1341. It was the essence of the cultural mix that is still Kochi, with it's history of Roman, Greek, Chinese, Jewish and Arab trading...then it simply disappeared. Now it has become an almost mythical port.
Many of the artists have based their work on narrative ideas of memory, displacement, and the sea.
Vivan Sundaram has recreated the forgotten city in clay shards, Ranbir Kaleka presents videos of a disappearing island, and Aman Mojadidi excavates an imaginary home of his ancestor.
http://kochimuzirisbiennale.org/
A general transport strike throughout all India for two days has meant no traffic on the roads at all, it is so quiet, not even a tuk-tuk in sight, so we had to walk with our rucksacks to our current lodgings, though Big Bernard did deliver Charlie's reclaimed billboards on his bike!
Here we have a lovely terrace with shade to laze about on as temperatures are soaring to 38C each day, and an extra little room for a studio!
This afternoon we sat at the juice bar near the Chinese nets, drinking mosambi and watermelon juice, looking over the water to Vypin island and there was not a boat in sight, where usually there are huge cargo ships, ferries and little fishing boats jostling for space.
We have continued to soak up the Kochi Muziris biennalle.
Muziris was an ancient city, which was thought to have been washed away in 1341. It was the essence of the cultural mix that is still Kochi, with it's history of Roman, Greek, Chinese, Jewish and Arab trading...then it simply disappeared. Now it has become an almost mythical port.
Many of the artists have based their work on narrative ideas of memory, displacement, and the sea.
Vivan Sundaram has recreated the forgotten city in clay shards, Ranbir Kaleka presents videos of a disappearing island, and Aman Mojadidi excavates an imaginary home of his ancestor.
http://kochimuzirisbiennale.org/
