"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Forgotten Colours Of Eating

Returning to Cochin, I hoped to find the restaurant we used on our outbound journey.
Although its wash-rooms had been busy with mosquitoes – a hazard that afflicts lady diners more than men  – my guests particularly enjoyed the food.

It was a forlorn hope:
None of us had any idea of its name and we now had a different driver.

As the hours passed and we all became increasingly hungry,
I realised just how impractical the idea was.
With solemn reference to “stepping into the same river twice” and embracing new experiences, I asked Solly, our driver, to stop at the first decent-looking eatery.

Just a few moments later, a sign advertising good food appeared. Solly slowed the car to cross the road and enter a car-park.

 It was, of course, the same restaurant we had so happily patronised four days previously.
And the food?
Just as good as before.
Though, for the life of me, I still cannot remember its name..

Pictures taken in a restaurant somewhere on the road from Cochin to Trivandrum, Kerala.

2 responses

  1. You find such wonderful lighting and color wherever you go.

    November 22, 2011 at 9:15 pm

    • It’s purely serendipitous… Wonderful colour and lighting throw themselves at you, here in India

      November 23, 2011 at 6:29 am

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