Kerala

KERALA
DIARY OF JONNO N MATT
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arrival

2006-02-27 to 2006-03-03

really hot. crazy cab ride from airport - realised how they squeezed 1billion people in this country now. 2nd most dangerous place to drive on earth. people drive on paths, through shops, rivers...they really don`t care. Hotel nice, really friendly family. walked into city - wow. Smiled and said hello to half a billion dudes, insane. Everyone is so stoked to see us. Only white faces. Sweet. Binish, son of the owners of our first hotel(www.cochinn.com) - is an indian guy who lives in Estonia who`s parents own a killer beach house (KUZHUPILLY BEACH HOUSE) and said we could rent it if we were interested. Binish has been a legend so far and the most helpful guy you could hope to meet. 30 minute bus ride of death and we arrive in the back waters of kerela. Amazing! palm trees, shrimp farms 5 km of beach to ourselves and a PIMPing beach house to ourselves. No tourists here robbo. Been adopted by local fishing community who insist we eat 75 meals of shrimp and fresh seafood per day. these are the friendliest people you`ll ever meet. Decided to chill with them and go fishing for a few weeks. Absolute paradise. Whoever said this Indian travelling malarcky would be impoverish and grotty should check this spot out. We are the first foreigners to hang out with these dudes and they are perpetually stoked. They took us to a once a year Hindu festival with 10,000 locals and 22 elephants all rocking out til the early hours. We ended up jumping in some crazy trance like state to some killer hindi drum beats before the most unsafe fireworks display blew us away. then back for more prawns. 2 days on the trott we have been up at 5am to hit the ocean fishing - thinking about Jono and Matts Bubba gump shrimping business for oz. Work is finished by 8.30am so lots of time to Chill and drink insane coconut tree sap which when mixed with yeast turns into turbo booooooooze. We eat all our food in palm tree huts and have forgotten how to use cuttlery. The Don of the village is a guy called Davedas - what he says goes and he has just taken us under his wing so we are at the top of the pecking order, truly local legends! We have a 6 strong entorage (women and children included) everywhere we go, even if its just to the bus stop - these folks are looking after us so well and keep calling me freddy flintoff and matt is now mathai (a portugese god) ok all for now, later skaters.

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