Fort Kochi, Kerala
I didn't have a such a great time in Fort Kochi. By this stage of my travels, I'd seen enough old buildings and didn't have the energy to look at any more for a while, or visit any museums, even though the town was considerably different to anywhere I'd been so far with its wide streets and large colonial Dutch buildings. It was an attractive town and with the Chinese fishing nets and lively fish markets down by the waterfront, there should have been enough action to keep the lazy tourist that I was being, happy. But I was quite bored.
My biggest problem was not being able to find a suitable guesthouse. Everything I looked at in the centre of the town was full and I didn't have the energy to get out to the one that sounded appealing. Next time. It was hot and muggy and this was sapping my energy and enthusiasm. The lodgings where I finally ended up staying had a mosquito problem and I barely slept for three days. I had to try to sleep with the fan going full speed and that I can no longer do. The only advantage of this place was that it was very very cheap. And in case another traveller is reading this, it is the Shalom Guesthouse. It was nice but hot and possibly the cheapest place in Fort Kochi at 125 r per night for a dorm bed. There was no one in the dorm but me, hence partly why I settled for it.
Meals were also a problem in Fort Kochi. There were so many restaurants, most specifically for tourists, but those I tried or considered were either full, very expensive, uninspiring or just not much good, except for the pictured - which was expensive but worth it and was most certainly the best restaurant I ate at in India. I think there are a few good restaurants in Fort Kochi. It's just that I didn't find them.
The second best thing about my stay in Fort Kochi was the bookshop. I bought an autobiography of Indira Gandhi by Katharine Frank which was excellent and I highly recommend it.
The best thing was that I met a lot of other travellers and enjoyed many interesting conversations. There was a particular place where I went for breakfast every day - with dreadful service but good enough food - which could be relied upon to deliver good company every meal since it was crowded and we had to share tables with strangers. Perhaps the most interesting person I met was an English translator of Italian who knew Renzo Piano, the famous architect.
I wasn't the only one who noticed that whilst there were many single women travellers in India, they guys always travelled with a friend, if not a partner. Interesting. So guys if you are looking for someone, India is the place to go, maybe.
1 There is 1 comment, add yours!