Houseboat, at last!

So far this weekend has been pretty good.  On Friday, after my stomach had returned to functioning normally, we got a traditional Kerelan dinner in Rakshaw.  It was served on a large banana leaf and had about 6/7 curries on it, rice with 2 different sauces, a banana and some sort of pudding.  It tasted really good although had a strange mix of tanginess, spice and bitter.  

We then spent the rest of that afternoon out in the yard playing games and just having fun with the kids.  

The fellas I take for excersise in the morning are progressing in a couple of different ways.  The first guy I have is doing really well and has gotten to the stage where he doesn't need me to ask him to do anything, and he works happily himself.  Yje second one is really testing my patience though.  I had found out on Thursday that he had quite badly hit another girl, I was very aware of this during the session and very stern with him.  Within 10 minutes he had hit another young child walking with a zimmerframe, had toppled the excersise bike twice and had tried to get into the drivers seat of the school bus; the whole time he was treating it like a game.  I'd be lying if I said he wasn't pissing me off, I could feel my blood pressure rocketing.  
Thankfully the next day I had a translator with me in the form of one of the older students who now works for the school.  Surprise surprise, he didn't misbehave once and did everything he was meant to, all playing up to the teachers.  Needless to say I'll be doing this every day from now on.

On Friday night Daniel, Laura, Lauren Rachel and I went to Rakhi's house for dinner.  It was great fun!  We met her family who were extremely welcoming and very friendly; then there was the food.  If there is anything I have found in India which I will be bringing home with me, it is masala.  It's completely different from how everything tastes in the UK!   Fish masala by far beats the rest, fried in a pan and set in front of you, the smell is just as good as taste.  

On Saturday morning Rachel and I got up to set foot on the house boat, finally!  Now it's important to point out that the majority of the houseboats all go to the same direction and do the same thing and all have engines etc.  Ours however doesn't.  We decided to go for the more authentic houseboat which was propelled by a man with a big bamboo pole, and was the only boat which travelled this particular route, away from all the over tourists.  Peace at last. 

It was fantastic, there was wildlife everywhere, Kites, crows, jumping spiders (creepy), and the beautiful Kingfisher to name a few.  Rachel and I simply lay on the front of the boat all day reading our books and enjoying the scenary while having food and drinks brought to us throughout the day.  It was the one place we could get away from all the fuss and noise which there is around India.

It was also the one place we could truely discover Rachel's hate for creepy crawlys! haha.  From having these creepy spiders come down from a web on top of her, to the standard mosquito and ant attacking her and not forgetting the long legged spiders which climb over her feet; she was a bag of nerves throughout the day.  

My favourite happened just before we went to bed though:  

We were sitting on the deck chairs, drinking our Kingfisher beer and watching the fireflies dancing on top of the lake surrounding us.  It was pitch black and the only noise was the jungle humming around us.  It was complete tranquility until someone starting screaming and shouting, 'WARREN!! THERE'S A #$@$% LIZARD ON ME!'  haahahah, I've never seen anything as funny in my life.  The lights were turned on and the boatmen ran in thinking something terrible had happened.  Turned out it was a big green bug which had flew in from the lake and crashed into Rachel.  She had no idea what had happened. haha  
What she had thought had happened was that the lizard sitting above us (nicknamed Licky; it was eating all the mosquitoes), had somehow gotten excited and fell off the ceiling of the boat right onto her.  

After that we sat in darkness and continued to watch the fireflies dance, occasionally there would be a streak of lightening silently shoot through the sky.  No sound of thunder or rain.

We have now returned to Fort Kochin for what is to be our final week here.  We'll both be sad to leave but will be looking forward to getting home.  

That's it from us today!

Warren and Rachel

P.S.  We got refused entry to a Hindu Temple today as we weren't 'pure'.  Nothing makes you feel more Western than being branded as a rejected tourist.  It looked pretty cool as well, it had explosions and everything happening inside it! Explosions that would put Northern Ireland to shame!

Finally found the hotel....and a strange green dancing man...

Last night Rachel and I were invited by Mary again to her hotel for a few drinks.  We were concerned as last week we attempted to get there and spent 2 hours in an auto/tuk tuk and ended up having to turn around and come home.  We seem to have a problem over here where every form of transport we take has a problem.  

We finally got there, and yes; the accelerator cable snapped on the bus, surprise surprise!

We met some other people who were from from the UK and the states.   These men were engineers etc over working for the Indian Navy and things like that.  Very nice indeed.  
 We went to another bar called the Drunken Coconut which had 4 Philippine girls there who didn't wear a lot of clothes and sang there hearts out.  It was a very good night and the drink was flowing.  Funnily enough one of the girls gave us her Facebook and email; all in the Irish charm. :) 

I have just come out of a session of traditional Kerelan dance; Kathakali.  Here's some info on this link: http://www.bharatonline.com/kerala/culture/dances/kathakali.html 
It was interesting at first but kinda long winded if I'm honest.  The make up was amazing and they spent the first hour lying on the stage applying it.  It all seemed very tribal, traditional and in a weird way spiritual.  The incense was lit and the beating of the drums and chimes nearly set you into a trance.  

This week there was a terrorist attack in Mumbai, but that's ages away.  There was also an outbreak of bird flu which unfortunately was closer.  It's not so good as it means we have to avoid 99% of the back water tours.  (This is something we decided, the local tour offices don't have much care for us) . 

We did find a tour office though that goes to a completely different area, it is one of 2 boats which take this route up through the villages.  So this weekend Rachel and I are hoping to travel on the houseboat in luxury.  This of course will mean that there will be no blog updates and no internet; probably a good thing.  

In the school things are going well.  The autistic kids that I am getting to excersise are coming round to me, although one is being exceptionally challenging and the teacher and I have come up with a 'discipline' method so that bit by bit he will begin to work with me.  I have also started taking 3 of the guys with Down's Syndrome out of the carpentry unit and we are sanding down the banisters of the stairs and will hopefully begin polishing next week.  

All in all life here is amazing.  I feel a real bond here with the culture, life and the people.  I know that sounds stupid, but it really is true.  

I shall head on here and get a bite to eat, so see ya!

Warren and Rachel

Munnar, wow!

Haven't had the internet the past couple of days so I'll put up what I can now.  

On Friday night Rhaki (our co-ordinator) took us out to the Yacht Club for the most amazing dinner!!  It was a fantastic night, to start it off she had bought Daniel and I a dhoti or munde (?) which is basically a long piece of fabric which the men wrap around themselves like a skirt.  (I'm wearing mine now).  She is getting Rachel a Sairi, but as they have to be fitted, she brought Rachel down one of her own for the dinner.  She looked fabulous in it!  


I had a bit of an awkward moment in trying to get mine on properly..... Rhaki thought she would help.  Now, the best way to describe wearing this, is like wrapping yourself in a bath towel.  While helping Rhaki proceeded to take this off me.  I knew I was wearing underwear but wasn't over concerned until a very embarassing moment where I ended up flashing her!!!  I need say no more.  Let's just saw for the remainder of the night I was red faced.  


Nothing that happened though could put a dampner on this weekend.  We travelled up to Munnar which is by far one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen! 
www.munnar.com

On our way up to this we stopped off at the river to wash the elephants which were getting bathed which was a great experience.  Rachel, being with elephants, had a fantastic time; it was like looking after a small child at Christmas!  Other stops on our journey also included stopping at rubber tree tap points, feeding the monkeys that conveniently  happened to be on the side of the road and taking a tour around a spice farm; learning about the different medicinal and food uses that they had.  I have to admit, I was a tad sceptical about the medicinal purposes, although apparently if I eat enough nutmeg it will have the same affect as a few whiskys! 


Munnar itself is a huge mountainous area with spectacular views!  It is covered in tea plantations set up mainly by the British.  The twisty winding roads caused the heartbeat to increase a bit though, as at times there was less than a foot between me and a sheer cliff face.  Like all beautiful scenes though, only the photos will do justice, and just about.  It was like travelling up to a sacred area in the heavens as you passed up through the clouds, looking at the smaller mountains below you, covered in tea plants like an green carpet!

We visted a beautiful damn there and many other viewpoints.  My only problem with it is that despite it being ruined by the locals setting up stalls, none of them had any panoramic posters of the views.  The only souveniers you could get where mass produced chinese 'Hello Kitties' ?!?!


We spent the night there last night in a beautiful homestay with spectacular views from the balcony, although they were ruined the fact that we were in a huge cloud and could barely see our own hands.  


This morning (Sunday), we travelled up to Kolukkumalai.  The highest tea plantation in the world.  It's impressive to think that we started at sea level, and today we were looking over India at 8000 feet!  The roads were absolute chaos though and even in a 4x4 it was a challenge.  The one going down in front of us broke it's main axle!!! 


Well, thats some of it.  Not all though, that would spoilt the fun.  We are back in the school tomorrow so I may put in an update then.  




All the best, 
Warren!

Finally got it up!

So, what can I say?  India is fantastic!! 

I had been meaning to put stuff up here but didn't as the internet was down.  There is already so much to say but I won't right it all so here is a snippet.  

Having arrived here we were tired.  Tired out by lonely old english men, english racists, and a german tranny who claims to be from London.  Fed up, we were welcomed with open arms and told to get to bed as we were obviously tired from our 2 day journey. (In case you are looking, I think there is a video of me on youtube doing the 'Turkey Dance' in Muscat  airport.  While trying not to sleep, I noticed some burkha wearing girls recording me on their phones!)

Anyway, our hosts Herman and Norma are fantastic!! They are very friendly and go out of their way to look after us.  They cook us food every night, and let me say, the food here is AMAZING!! It tastes nothing like it does at home which was expected.  From fish curries, to chick pea curries to funny tasting chicken curries (which turned out to be blue cheese).  


There is another volunteer staying here as well called Daniel.  He is working at a school here, 'Cottelengo'.  He has been travelling around the world for the past 6 months and has some very cool stories.


We started working in Raksha school yesterday, starting off in the vocational unit with people ranging from ages 18 - 22.  They do different carpentary, bag making, candle making and sowing.  The kids are amazing and some can speak good english.  They have taught us some Malayalam in return which should prove valuable.  


The disabilities there range from autism and Down's Syndrome, to those who are wheelchair bound and have Cerebal Palsy.  There are also a few kids there with severe problems which I have never seen before.  



There has been loads of things to talk about at the school, but maybe I will say more tomorrow when I have the time.  Tomorrow I start looking after a severely autistic child one on one.  I'll fill you in on that later.  Rachel is lucky, she has already started teaching some of the more capable guys English .  She seems to be really enjoying herself. 


I'll finish off here and leave you with one random sight we saw today. 


The goats in India walk around and then, (to put it nicely), orally pleasure themselves....yes,... weird....


All the best from India,
Warren and Rachel