Early morning rush, rush, by 7 we have boarded the bus to Alleppey, the buses to Alleppey are very frequent. The bus ride is nice, is it the holiday mood, or people in general seem more subdued and relaxed in terms of interactions, there is a calm deliberateness to most of the gestures. Once we reach Alleppey, PKA does some enquiry as we see a boat full of people leave the jetty, we are commanded by PKA to enter an auto, and rushed up to chase it till the next jetty, where me and Anu suddenly stand rooted and refuse to board this one as this is more like a passenger boat, not the one we see in all the “God’s own country” propaganda. We do a little enquiry here and there; we are approached by this thin guy, one of those unforgettable specimens of human species, thin, dark, the same dark leathery skin more pronounced on thin people as it generally clings to the bones. Wearing light white summery cotton all over, lungi folded to knees, sandals on feet, white shirt. He has combed his oiled hair in a fashion, which plasters his hair little onto the forehead in a curly fashion. He has a very unpestering was of following you , even suggests a trip to the tourist help desk to us, you could almost mistake him for just another local going out of his way to help you out with the options available. We realize he is offering the cheapest so far, so we take him up 200 bucks an hour, a motorboat.
Wow, it’s a little murky canal of sorts with huge stocky trees shading it from above from where our journey begins,
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