I was up early again, so I decided to go for a walk down to the harbour to have a Captain Cook. It was just after 7am, and it was very quiet (by Indian standards), but there was some sort of concert going on which provided a soundtrack.
It is hot here, so I gave this ice transport guy about another 30 seconds before all he had was a wet bike.
I had a cricket bat and a ball with me, and an elderly street vendor with a wicked smile and no English punished my bowling. I decided to call it stumps after fielding my ball from the middle of the street in the face of a large red bus.
After lunch our local coordinator, Dr Hatha, arrange a mini bus tour of Fort Cochin. It was Cat's birthday, and she got renditions of happy birthday in more languages then I could keep track of, which included a stirring encore performance of the French national anthem by the Jack Sparrow and Michel duo.
Those of you who know that my singing sounds worse than a kitten being sucked up a vacuum cleaner, will be pleased to here my involvement was kept to a minimum.
We visited the popular historic synagogue, and while waiting outside we mingled with a group of local tourists. Hugo, from Brazil, despite being crook still had the energy to act as photographer.
Some shopping was done and bargains negotiated.
All I can say about this one is.... IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE BASEBALL!!!
Sunset was enjoyed with many local families at the fishing nets at Fort Cochin.
It is hot here, so I gave this ice transport guy about another 30 seconds before all he had was a wet bike.
I had a cricket bat and a ball with me, and an elderly street vendor with a wicked smile and no English punished my bowling. I decided to call it stumps after fielding my ball from the middle of the street in the face of a large red bus.
After lunch our local coordinator, Dr Hatha, arrange a mini bus tour of Fort Cochin. It was Cat's birthday, and she got renditions of happy birthday in more languages then I could keep track of, which included a stirring encore performance of the French national anthem by the Jack Sparrow and Michel duo.
Those of you who know that my singing sounds worse than a kitten being sucked up a vacuum cleaner, will be pleased to here my involvement was kept to a minimum.
We visited the popular historic synagogue, and while waiting outside we mingled with a group of local tourists. Hugo, from Brazil, despite being crook still had the energy to act as photographer.
Some shopping was done and bargains negotiated.
All I can say about this one is.... IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE BASEBALL!!!
Sunset was enjoyed with many local families at the fishing nets at Fort Cochin.
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