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| St. Alphonsa's Tomb, Bharananganam, Kerala |
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It was time to leave Thekkady. Four peaceful, rainy days has elapsed and it was time to hit the roads again, time to head to the plains, to Cochin. Leaving at around nine seemed to be ideal. Well, it was considering the fact that Angamaly was at least four hours away and Cochin an hour further. Owing to the large amour of precipitation, even the dry waterfalls were moist, some even looked like large permanent ones.
Having come from Calcutta, I've visited the tomb of Blessed Mother Teresa and since I was in Kerala, it seemed fair to visit the tomb of St. Alphonsa at Bharananganam. This visit turned out to be a pitstop as well, for it was the midway point in our journey. The next stop, Angamaly, was more than two hours away. Ultimately, with all the driving and stopping and still more driving, destination was in sight- Vivanta by Taj Malabar. It was a Taj hotel and it did remind of a friend of mine, whom I won't name, but who told me about the various memories they at the Taj Bengal.
Moving on, we headed to Paravoor, about twenty kilometres away. On to a friends place for dinner, rather a small get together. Fort Cochin, was a place filled with attractions for tourists as well as interesting hotels and restaurants. The nearby ferry terminal did prove that life still tended to follow age old ways. Of course with age old ways come age old lifestyles and this was seen in the evening with a truck, almost as wide as the road itself , came barging through pushing vehicles and pedestrians backwards. What seemed to be a fifteen minute journey to the ferry took close to an hour and a half leaving us weary and exhausted. You can picture a day, with nearly ten hours driving. Calling it a tiring day is a gross understatement. Ten hours on the road, I know for sure I wasn't going to sake up early the next day.
Having come from Calcutta, I've visited the tomb of Blessed Mother Teresa and since I was in Kerala, it seemed fair to visit the tomb of St. Alphonsa at Bharananganam. This visit turned out to be a pitstop as well, for it was the midway point in our journey. The next stop, Angamaly, was more than two hours away. Ultimately, with all the driving and stopping and still more driving, destination was in sight- Vivanta by Taj Malabar. It was a Taj hotel and it did remind of a friend of mine, whom I won't name, but who told me about the various memories they at the Taj Bengal.
Moving on, we headed to Paravoor, about twenty kilometres away. On to a friends place for dinner, rather a small get together. Fort Cochin, was a place filled with attractions for tourists as well as interesting hotels and restaurants. The nearby ferry terminal did prove that life still tended to follow age old ways. Of course with age old ways come age old lifestyles and this was seen in the evening with a truck, almost as wide as the road itself , came barging through pushing vehicles and pedestrians backwards. What seemed to be a fifteen minute journey to the ferry took close to an hour and a half leaving us weary and exhausted. You can picture a day, with nearly ten hours driving. Calling it a tiring day is a gross understatement. Ten hours on the road, I know for sure I wasn't going to sake up early the next day.
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