Hi there everyone! The great American author, Mark Twain, wrote the words: “India … the one land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for all the shows of all the rest of the globe combined”.
It would be foolish of us, a low key America-based family of Indian extraction to imagine we could add to the storied legacies of such a country. But our 10 glorious days in Kerala brought back to us images and affections so profound that we were moved to share it with our friends and family. Our starring cast comprises Vijay (the wrong side of 40, but the perennial energizer bunny); Chitra (the avid historian and philosopher); Shobhita, rising 9 year olds with an opinion on every subject known; and Sarvesh, a free-spirited 6 year old with a wild streak but a smile to charm even the most hard-hearted.
Our itinerary started at Thrissur (Central Kerala) on August 13, where we detoured to Guruvayur Kohvel (Temple). Then after soaking in the Vadakkunathan Shiva Kohvel, we descended on Kochi for 2 heady days. From there we headed to the moistly warm Thattekad (Salim Ali) Bird Sanctuary before entering the mountains of Munnar and Marayoor (and the Chinnar Wildlife Refuge). Then a beautiful finale at Vijay's ancestral home Kalpathy (near Palakkad), ending with a couple restful days in Bangalore before we zipped back to the US.
Before we begin, we must acknowledge our host of internet pals who provided great guidance to us. First and foremost, "Synonymous" of IndiaMike.com, who was a veritable gold mine of advice on sights, weather, local "gotchas" and every little last detail of anything you could think of! Then there was "Pravman" of Tripadvisor.com and also Peek, Vandy and many others of IndiaMike.com. What a great coterie of people from across the world: thanks guys/gals for all your help in making our trip memorable as it could possibly have been!
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Chitra, Shobhita and Sarvesh had spent a fruitful week in Bangalore hopping between various relatives prior to Vijay's arrival from Singapore on Thursday night, having completed a hectic business trip. Neither Chitra nor I could sleep that night. Either it was the excitement of being re-united in the city in which we wed in 1995 or the grizzly spectre of having to rise at 5am to leave for the train station to catch our train to Kerala. Let's go for the romantic rationale over the pragmatist's! Fortunately, our departure was uneventful and before we knew it, we were huddled together on the platform at Bangalore Cantonment station, braving the morning chill unique to this city within South India. Even at 6am, there was a busy stream of activity. Several overnight trains were pulling in from destinations all over the country; and when no trains were at large, the tracks were liberally used as a thoroughfare … how else would one get from one platform to the opposite one?!
When our train did arrive, there was a veritable charge of the light brigade, with any concept of a queue or ladies/children first consigned to the scrap-heap. We eventually managed to bundle our bulging bags on-board and the Ernakulam Express trickled out of the station with us safely inside.
It would be foolish of us, a low key America-based family of Indian extraction to imagine we could add to the storied legacies of such a country. But our 10 glorious days in Kerala brought back to us images and affections so profound that we were moved to share it with our friends and family. Our starring cast comprises Vijay (the wrong side of 40, but the perennial energizer bunny); Chitra (the avid historian and philosopher); Shobhita, rising 9 year olds with an opinion on every subject known; and Sarvesh, a free-spirited 6 year old with a wild streak but a smile to charm even the most hard-hearted.
Our itinerary started at Thrissur (Central Kerala) on August 13, where we detoured to Guruvayur Kohvel (Temple). Then after soaking in the Vadakkunathan Shiva Kohvel, we descended on Kochi for 2 heady days. From there we headed to the moistly warm Thattekad (Salim Ali) Bird Sanctuary before entering the mountains of Munnar and Marayoor (and the Chinnar Wildlife Refuge). Then a beautiful finale at Vijay's ancestral home Kalpathy (near Palakkad), ending with a couple restful days in Bangalore before we zipped back to the US.
Before we begin, we must acknowledge our host of internet pals who provided great guidance to us. First and foremost, "Synonymous" of IndiaMike.com, who was a veritable gold mine of advice on sights, weather, local "gotchas" and every little last detail of anything you could think of! Then there was "Pravman" of Tripadvisor.com and also Peek, Vandy and many others of IndiaMike.com. What a great coterie of people from across the world: thanks guys/gals for all your help in making our trip memorable as it could possibly have been!
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Chitra, Shobhita and Sarvesh had spent a fruitful week in Bangalore hopping between various relatives prior to Vijay's arrival from Singapore on Thursday night, having completed a hectic business trip. Neither Chitra nor I could sleep that night. Either it was the excitement of being re-united in the city in which we wed in 1995 or the grizzly spectre of having to rise at 5am to leave for the train station to catch our train to Kerala. Let's go for the romantic rationale over the pragmatist's! Fortunately, our departure was uneventful and before we knew it, we were huddled together on the platform at Bangalore Cantonment station, braving the morning chill unique to this city within South India. Even at 6am, there was a busy stream of activity. Several overnight trains were pulling in from destinations all over the country; and when no trains were at large, the tracks were liberally used as a thoroughfare … how else would one get from one platform to the opposite one?!
When our train did arrive, there was a veritable charge of the light brigade, with any concept of a queue or ladies/children first consigned to the scrap-heap. We eventually managed to bundle our bulging bags on-board and the Ernakulam Express trickled out of the station with us safely inside.
"Express" is an interesting concept in Indian travel parlance since most trains chug along at a maximum of 35-40mph and the timetables are often articles of fiction. But almost more than any other place on earth, Indian trains are fun. On any journey of more than a couple of hours, from almost the moment the conductor chimes his departure bell, a steady stream of food of every imaginable type is paraded through the carriages. You might start off with the resolve to stay austere, but inevitably the temptation is insuppressible and then the floodgates of gluttony are opened. Within 45 minutes, there was Masala Dosai, Vadai, Choodu (hot) Bread Omelette, Samosa, Vegetable Biryani and "Watee" (water!) with much more to follow. And when you are not eating, there is an incredible variety of people to chat with, most of whom are very helpful and friendly, especially if you are blessed(?) to be traveling with young children. In our close vicinity was a businessman with his mother en route from Mumbai to Coimbatore, where her sister lives. And a young Bengali couple married just 3 months back traveling to Salem to visit her family (they work in different cities, so this was a holiday weekend re-union for them).
Once we had escaped from the urban clutches of Bangalore, the scenery was consistently lovely. First we had the picturesque countryside of western Karnataka with pastoral farmland dotted with Palm and Coconut trees, lean cattle grazing, and shallow hills in the background. Already, the environment was refreshingly green, reminding us of the pleasures of traveling in monsoon time. Our mouths watered at the thought of Kerala and its lush landscapes. The lower density of humans was as striking as the bright greens, yellows and reds of saris and pavadais of women within eyeshot. Made even more illuminating by the emergence of the sun … first a glimpse, then a gentle sheet embracing the terrain.
A major part of our experience was traveling Sleeper Class, which actually stemmed from our ignorance of inter-city travel in India. For too long, train travel for us had meant commuter shuttles where one rolls up 5 minutes in advance, pops a credit card into a machine and happily boards the next train. Whereas in India, seats on most services, especially those at night-time, are booked up months in advance. So there we were about a week prior, happily booking our hotels and car/driver, blissfully unaware that our intended trains were sold out plus a wait list of over 50 people! Once reality dawned on us, in abject panic, we started scrambling through every train schedule imaginable for any vacant slots. AC Class was out of the question, but there was one daytime train with Sleeper Class available. So by default, here we were! In retrospect, we were glad for the experience. Nobody in their right minds would ever attach allusions of luxury to Sleeper Class (and sure enough, we had our first encounter with a cockroach in 10 years during the journey). But instead, we had the joys of standing by an open train door shooting video and photos to die for (another "where else in the world" moment!). And the informal atmosphere among the passengers was tailor-made for Sarvesh who alternated between climbing up and down from the upper berths and making friends with anyone anywhere close-by. So lo and behold, before long he had become bosom buddies with our Salem-bound friend as they took turns to draw artistic masterpieces on a sketch pad ranging from elephants to court jester to ice creams!
By the time we reached our beloved Kerala, the train was already running more than 1 hour late (re-planning your itinerary not once but multiple times is another constant feature of Indian train journeys!) But there was no time to mope over this - instead our jaws dropped as the dry, arid fields around Coimbatore were replaced by rich greenery and the hazy backdrop of the Nilgiri and Palani Hills. Now we were really in business!
The train finally pulled into Thrissur station at 4.30pm, a full 80 minutes behind schedule. After a disembarkation scramble eclipsed only by the morning melee in Bangalore, we managed to locate our driver. We had planned to visit the 200 year old Shakthan Thampuran Palace, the erstwhile home of the Kochi Royal Family, but our late arrival meant it was firmly closed when we arrived. There was an informal cricket game in progress on the maidan adjacent to the Palace, which our driver abruptly interrupted by plonking our car squarely in the middle of their pitch! But the youth of India is well used to such occurrences. Cricket games are found any time and anywhere, including minute courtyards, main roads and even rooftops!
So we switched to plan B and headed off to the town of Guruvayur, home of the one of the most famous Lord Krishna Hindu temples in all of India. This was a mere 29km from Thrissur, but it felt more like 290km as we embarked on a hair-raising journey that (as it happened) was a mere sneak preview of 10 days of the roadway mayhem that is another defining feature of India. Lane markings might as well be decorative works as every vehicle seems to make its own rules. Overtaking head-on into approaching vehicles in the opposite direction is commonplace (and actually expected). The most critical part of a car becomes the horn, which is used an instrument of power to show your priority of passage (at least as you see it!)
Mercifully, we reached Guruvayur in one piece and found our hotel, which was conveniently within walking distance of the temple. We all had long-awaited baths and got ready for our pilgramage. Sarvesh looked like a pukka pandit-ji in his new veshti (which was held up by a very necessary trouser belt!) While Shobhita donned a pretty multi-coloured Pavadai-Chukka that she had selected in Bangalore.
Guruvayur clearly occupies a very special place in South Indian religious culture and indeed the town did have an atmosphere all of its own. But unfortunately, it was oppressively crowded (even by Indian standards) and it was very difficult to find anyone to help us orient ourselves. We circumnavigated the complex a couple of times in search of some order, but none emerged. We had read something akin to this, but it was nonetheless a conundrum for Vijay who harbored rather different memories of a boyhood visit to the great shrine many years ago. Not to worry -- we figured we would get Darshana (blessings) and then sit quietly in a corner and engage in our own private prayers. It was not to be. There were 2 lines: a ladies line that was very long; and then a general line that was about three-times longer and twisted around many times, eventually swinging out of the temple boundaries to the streets outside. It was already almost 8.30pm, so we decided to walk around the temple to soak up the ambience and then return the next morning to try our luck again.
Once we had escaped from the urban clutches of Bangalore, the scenery was consistently lovely. First we had the picturesque countryside of western Karnataka with pastoral farmland dotted with Palm and Coconut trees, lean cattle grazing, and shallow hills in the background. Already, the environment was refreshingly green, reminding us of the pleasures of traveling in monsoon time. Our mouths watered at the thought of Kerala and its lush landscapes. The lower density of humans was as striking as the bright greens, yellows and reds of saris and pavadais of women within eyeshot. Made even more illuminating by the emergence of the sun … first a glimpse, then a gentle sheet embracing the terrain.
A major part of our experience was traveling Sleeper Class, which actually stemmed from our ignorance of inter-city travel in India. For too long, train travel for us had meant commuter shuttles where one rolls up 5 minutes in advance, pops a credit card into a machine and happily boards the next train. Whereas in India, seats on most services, especially those at night-time, are booked up months in advance. So there we were about a week prior, happily booking our hotels and car/driver, blissfully unaware that our intended trains were sold out plus a wait list of over 50 people! Once reality dawned on us, in abject panic, we started scrambling through every train schedule imaginable for any vacant slots. AC Class was out of the question, but there was one daytime train with Sleeper Class available. So by default, here we were! In retrospect, we were glad for the experience. Nobody in their right minds would ever attach allusions of luxury to Sleeper Class (and sure enough, we had our first encounter with a cockroach in 10 years during the journey). But instead, we had the joys of standing by an open train door shooting video and photos to die for (another "where else in the world" moment!). And the informal atmosphere among the passengers was tailor-made for Sarvesh who alternated between climbing up and down from the upper berths and making friends with anyone anywhere close-by. So lo and behold, before long he had become bosom buddies with our Salem-bound friend as they took turns to draw artistic masterpieces on a sketch pad ranging from elephants to court jester to ice creams!
By the time we reached our beloved Kerala, the train was already running more than 1 hour late (re-planning your itinerary not once but multiple times is another constant feature of Indian train journeys!) But there was no time to mope over this - instead our jaws dropped as the dry, arid fields around Coimbatore were replaced by rich greenery and the hazy backdrop of the Nilgiri and Palani Hills. Now we were really in business!
The train finally pulled into Thrissur station at 4.30pm, a full 80 minutes behind schedule. After a disembarkation scramble eclipsed only by the morning melee in Bangalore, we managed to locate our driver. We had planned to visit the 200 year old Shakthan Thampuran Palace, the erstwhile home of the Kochi Royal Family, but our late arrival meant it was firmly closed when we arrived. There was an informal cricket game in progress on the maidan adjacent to the Palace, which our driver abruptly interrupted by plonking our car squarely in the middle of their pitch! But the youth of India is well used to such occurrences. Cricket games are found any time and anywhere, including minute courtyards, main roads and even rooftops!
So we switched to plan B and headed off to the town of Guruvayur, home of the one of the most famous Lord Krishna Hindu temples in all of India. This was a mere 29km from Thrissur, but it felt more like 290km as we embarked on a hair-raising journey that (as it happened) was a mere sneak preview of 10 days of the roadway mayhem that is another defining feature of India. Lane markings might as well be decorative works as every vehicle seems to make its own rules. Overtaking head-on into approaching vehicles in the opposite direction is commonplace (and actually expected). The most critical part of a car becomes the horn, which is used an instrument of power to show your priority of passage (at least as you see it!)
Mercifully, we reached Guruvayur in one piece and found our hotel, which was conveniently within walking distance of the temple. We all had long-awaited baths and got ready for our pilgramage. Sarvesh looked like a pukka pandit-ji in his new veshti (which was held up by a very necessary trouser belt!) While Shobhita donned a pretty multi-coloured Pavadai-Chukka that she had selected in Bangalore.
Guruvayur clearly occupies a very special place in South Indian religious culture and indeed the town did have an atmosphere all of its own. But unfortunately, it was oppressively crowded (even by Indian standards) and it was very difficult to find anyone to help us orient ourselves. We circumnavigated the complex a couple of times in search of some order, but none emerged. We had read something akin to this, but it was nonetheless a conundrum for Vijay who harbored rather different memories of a boyhood visit to the great shrine many years ago. Not to worry -- we figured we would get Darshana (blessings) and then sit quietly in a corner and engage in our own private prayers. It was not to be. There were 2 lines: a ladies line that was very long; and then a general line that was about three-times longer and twisted around many times, eventually swinging out of the temple boundaries to the streets outside. It was already almost 8.30pm, so we decided to walk around the temple to soak up the ambience and then return the next morning to try our luck again.