We walked up to the Sri Janardhana Temple where we saw a huge banyan tree hung with little plastic baby dolls. Reminds me of a similar puja I made in Tamil Nadu three years ago with a clay babies and little wooden cot and look what happened!
Waffles and herby scrambled eggs for breakfast followed shortly after by fried momo for lunch...this is a place where you could just cruise from cafe to cafe listening to ambient music and filling your face!
After lunch we clambered on to a sweltering hot bus and headed north to an elephant temple
festival.
What fabulous creatures all decked out in gold and bowing their trunks to the temple door. The procession of at least nine elephants was interspersed with manic carnival like action trucks blaring out stories maybe from the Ramayana, couldn't understand a word!
The streets were lined with families in their Sunday best and everyone was so friendly wanting their photos taken and waving...us tourists almost felt like we were part of the spectacle!
Late back to Varkala filthy and sweaty we ate at an Indian faulty towers joint where I had prawns followed by a dollop of bird shit shot from the tree above our beach top table. Then the ageing patron calculated our bill wrong x 3 times, but I was rewarded with three free tiger prawns in compensation!
Our last day at Varkala was chilled even at 37C ...I swam in the Arabian sea and we met friends from Portugal for more momo ... a very lazy late lunch.
