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As we pushed on further south we expected things to get
easier. We should have known better.
we’re still not sure if they think the “Caterpillar”
or the “Moonwalk” are dance moves or a
disability. The daytime at least left some room
got better and better the further we went.
Kerala was high on our list of expectations
and didn’t disappoint. The landscape had
changed to lush green plantations, and
plantation where we ate fresh corn on the
cob and enough fruit to achieve our “Fivea-day” for the next decade. Coconuts, mangoes,
bananas, star fruit and custard apples, all
sap which tasted like a cross between cheap
sparkling wine and bleach. Later we travelled
up into the hills and found a river where some
locals were swimming and bathing under a
cool waterfall. Enthusiastically we parked up
the rickshaws and bounded down to the river
before unceremoniously throwing ourselves
in. A monkey appeared, followed by another
until it seemed there were a hundred pairs of
eyes peering at us from the trees. It took a few
moments to register the monkey sat on a rock
and zoomed in.
“You won’t believe this!”
“That monkey is reading “Learn Tamil in 30
days”.
Another monkey tucked in to a packet of
biscuits while another seemed to be clutching
a necklace. The monkeys, we realised, were
systematically looting the rickshaws that we