I have been home for less than a month but this afternoon saw young Anu packing my bags once more.
one of Kerala’s two biggest Hindu festivals.
Festivals, I’ve promised he can enjoy with his family.
I shall enjoy it too – but not in Kerala.
When Anu goes home,
I go on my Indian travels.
Charlie, my agent, has been busy;
Robin, my travel-buddy, is ready.
Flights, cars, drivers, hotels, and perhaps even tents, are booked and confirmed.
Transporting festival paraphernalia to and from the temple.
Picture taken in Fort Cochin
Making way for the vegetable express..
Unlike heaven, curry sometimes cannot wait..
Pictures taken in Bazaar Road, Mattancherry.
Or a latter-day Cinderella, perhaps..
Picture taken in Cochin.
A is the affable guard whom you square:
B is the “Bradshaw” which leads you to swear:
C is the corner you fight to obtain:
D is the draught of which others complain:
E are the enemies made for the day:
F is the frown that you wear all the way:
From The Tourist’s Alphabet by Mr Punch’s Railway Book
Pictures taken while changing train, on my journey from Wiltshire to Cornwall, during the English summer.
Ancient & Modern
“Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be…”
Picture taken during my travels in Karnataka
But the object of my desire may be inappropriate for a man in his late fifties.
Am I physically capable of this partnership? After-all, I have enough titanium on-board to be mistaken for a Frank Gehry project.
What would my family say?
Will my friends laugh at an old man’s folly?
I must examine all the alternatives…
Review the situation…
Is this just a foolish infatuation?
My last attempt to recapture lost youth?
Or am I looking at the real thing?
I need to go downtown.
But looking out from my door, there is no escaping the monsoon.
All I can see is the plentiful rain.
Once it eases a little, deciding against the ferry, I take an auto:
Business by the roadsides has quickly resumed.
With errands completed,
The season is over.
With the arrival of the rains, all but the most hardy of tourists have left.
Autos stand idle
Commerce is quiet. The Kashmiri salesmen finally relax.
And staff drift,
On a trip to collect tickets there are lines to be crossed.
Lines of Ambassadors
And Lines of Autos.
And Lines of Music