Day 5. Into the western ghats.
What a night. The Indian family that moved in were party animals. Talking, laughing, banging doors. The smallest of the lot, a boy around 5 years was a real pain in the arse. Jumping and running and doing all the annoying things that little people do. Except he was a master of it. Now Crispy is getting on and likes an early night when out adventuring so we were in the sack, figuratively speaking by ten. After a few sprite and cokes on the balcony.
We stood the noise till ten forty five then something had to give. Up and dressed I knocked on their door. There was twenty eight of them in a double bedded room. A sea of faces gazed at me in amazement as I told them to be quiet and the hour was getting late. To my amazement all fell quiet. As they had booked three double rooms to accommodate the full twenty eight of them, they all moved en mass to the furthest room. Result I thought and quickly made my way to land of nod. It was not till morning that Crispy told me that it was quiet till midnight then they kicked off with the racket again. I am a sound sleeper and didn,t here a thing but poor Crispy had hardly got any sleep at all. We think that they must have been taking turns on the bed. Twenty eight divided by six (double beds) equates to four point six. Divided by eight hours sleep time means just over one hundred and four minutes each.
In the morning Crispy looked exhausted yet the Indian family were bright as daisies. They apologised for the noise and said that it was the first time in ages that they had got together. They were now moving off to join a cruise ship headed to a small Island off the coast called Laxdweep. A Five day sail. I haven't had chance to Google this as yet to see if Crispy fancies going some time. I think she would love to stay there, as long as that family has left.
Breakfast on the balcony. Bill settled and off in a tuk tuk to Kottayam for the bus to the mountains.
As luck would have it the tuk tuk arrived at the terminus just before the kumily bus was about to leave.
Bus 667 was to be our chariot the the Ghats. The ride was scheduled to be two and a half hours journey time. This slowly developed into nearly 4 hours as the roads were steep, busy and tortuous. Poor 667 has seen better days and really does not like going up hill. Indian drivers insist on regularly doing the things that in other parts of the world are taboo. Overtaking on blind bends being the favourite. I was only saying to Crispy that it is surprising that there aren,t more accidents when boosh, a tuk tuk doing a 3 point turn on a blind corner on a steep mountain road with a sheer drop thrown in for fun was totalled by a car overtaking on said bend. It didn't,t seem that anyone was hurt but the bus driver skillfully negotiated old 667 through the carnage without even changing gear let alone stopping.
We finally arrived in kumily and found to our delight that the home stay was only 5 mins walk from the bus terminus. The owner is a lovely lady called Bindi and within 5 mins of arriving had arranged all the activities we wanted to do whilst here in Kumily. Elephants, spice forest, trekking and bamboo rafting.
That's our 2 days sorted. Were off out to watch a martial arts performance and then some tea. We are both a bit tired after our travelling...
Bare and Crispy signing off, Kumily, Kerala, India
What a night. The Indian family that moved in were party animals. Talking, laughing, banging doors. The smallest of the lot, a boy around 5 years was a real pain in the arse. Jumping and running and doing all the annoying things that little people do. Except he was a master of it. Now Crispy is getting on and likes an early night when out adventuring so we were in the sack, figuratively speaking by ten. After a few sprite and cokes on the balcony.
We stood the noise till ten forty five then something had to give. Up and dressed I knocked on their door. There was twenty eight of them in a double bedded room. A sea of faces gazed at me in amazement as I told them to be quiet and the hour was getting late. To my amazement all fell quiet. As they had booked three double rooms to accommodate the full twenty eight of them, they all moved en mass to the furthest room. Result I thought and quickly made my way to land of nod. It was not till morning that Crispy told me that it was quiet till midnight then they kicked off with the racket again. I am a sound sleeper and didn,t here a thing but poor Crispy had hardly got any sleep at all. We think that they must have been taking turns on the bed. Twenty eight divided by six (double beds) equates to four point six. Divided by eight hours sleep time means just over one hundred and four minutes each.
In the morning Crispy looked exhausted yet the Indian family were bright as daisies. They apologised for the noise and said that it was the first time in ages that they had got together. They were now moving off to join a cruise ship headed to a small Island off the coast called Laxdweep. A Five day sail. I haven't had chance to Google this as yet to see if Crispy fancies going some time. I think she would love to stay there, as long as that family has left.
Breakfast on the balcony. Bill settled and off in a tuk tuk to Kottayam for the bus to the mountains.
As luck would have it the tuk tuk arrived at the terminus just before the kumily bus was about to leave.
Bus 667 was to be our chariot the the Ghats. The ride was scheduled to be two and a half hours journey time. This slowly developed into nearly 4 hours as the roads were steep, busy and tortuous. Poor 667 has seen better days and really does not like going up hill. Indian drivers insist on regularly doing the things that in other parts of the world are taboo. Overtaking on blind bends being the favourite. I was only saying to Crispy that it is surprising that there aren,t more accidents when boosh, a tuk tuk doing a 3 point turn on a blind corner on a steep mountain road with a sheer drop thrown in for fun was totalled by a car overtaking on said bend. It didn't,t seem that anyone was hurt but the bus driver skillfully negotiated old 667 through the carnage without even changing gear let alone stopping.
We finally arrived in kumily and found to our delight that the home stay was only 5 mins walk from the bus terminus. The owner is a lovely lady called Bindi and within 5 mins of arriving had arranged all the activities we wanted to do whilst here in Kumily. Elephants, spice forest, trekking and bamboo rafting.
That's our 2 days sorted. Were off out to watch a martial arts performance and then some tea. We are both a bit tired after our travelling...
Bare and Crispy signing off, Kumily, Kerala, India
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