We arrived in Kochi via a glittering Dubai, so spectacular from the air at night, and it was still sparkling here with Christmas stars hanging in all the trees in the town and all the streets festooned with the remnants of New Year celebrations.
Such a warm welcome everywhere we go...the fourth time we have stayed at Vintage Inn so from the moment we arrived the familiarity made us feel at home, but we were surprised that waiters in
restaurants greeted us like long lost friends and rickshaw drivers honked their horns as they whizzed past.
Charlie was disappointed that the breakfast shack at the roundabout looked derelict, but then we discovered Thomas has set up shop at the front of his house just round the corner...giving us both a huge Malayali breakfast for 50 rupees.
We’ve been caught up in visiting all the Biennale sites in the first few days with evenings spent in Cabral Yard where there are artists talks, films and music in the pop up pavillion, with the whackiest food canteen I've ever come across serving excellent local cuisine if you can figure out the token system and don't need a knife and fork!
Some nights we have wandered down to the sea front at dusk to cool off. A favourite place for families to walk along the promenade.
I sat on a bench talking about the five elements and religion with a lovely lady who practiced acupuncture and had come to soak up the rays of the setting sun...when a huge wave crashed against the rocks and we were drenched...we laughed with such joy!
