February 4, 2012
Kuamarakom
towards Alleppey
In the early morning we watch a maintenance man poling a
weathered canoe around the floating bridges and islands in the lagoon, plucking
weeds from the water. Wading cranes pay him no mind. Women wearing umbrella
hats (hands free!) and knee high rubber boots tend the gardens. A rooster crows a wake-up call and continues
crowing well beyond necessity.
A dosa grill is set up on the restaurant deck for breakfast.
The thin crepe/pancake made with lentil flour is a staple of southern India and is spread with a
choice of spicy fillings.
| Dosa Grill |
Our passage will navigate through man-made
canals and crisscross Lake Vembanad, the largest lake in Kerala, which lies at
sea level and is separated from the Arabian Sea by a barrier island. In the
morning we’ll go ashore in Alleppey.
The lake is placid and the ride is smooth, silent and
mesmerizing. We unwind on the upper deck where we are served coconut milk in
the shell…straws again. Tasty, but would be heavenly if it were chilled. We’re
in no position to grumble. The breeze is gentle, the pace is slow. At times we
join a pageant of other houseboats, at other times we are seemingly solitary.
We watch the shoreline scenes: fishermen
in canoes, people digging with long poles in the water lilies that choke the
water’s edge harvesting (what?), and doing laundry in the lake water.
| Coconut Milk |
Lesley brings out the cards.
Claire is napping, airing out her belly in the balmy air. We get a gin
game underway with timeouts to admire the coconut and banana palms silhouetted
against the blue sky and to watch a rice field erupt into a toss of white
confetti as cranes startle and settle back into the vegetation. The fields are
strung with what looks like tinsel strands presumably to keep birds away. Not
working in this case.
Houses are built close to the banks to make use of the
unending water supply and convenient transportation route. A grouping of
picture perfect white cottages reminds me of the Ramaswamy’s second home and I
wonder if it is nearby.
| Lakeside Homes |
Lunch is served while we drift at anchor: cabbage and coconut
salad, sambar and rice, yogurt curry, vegetables, and apparently to appease the
Western palate, fried chicken!
There are many and various vessels using the waterways for
commerce. We see an assortment of fishing boats and other small craft carrying
cargo. School children are taken to class via boat, and there are water ambulances
standing by on this liquid highway.
We while away the afternoon appreciating the backwaters of
Kerala. Our boat will anchor for the night tied up to terra firma. In fact,
there is a ruling that houseboats must be stationary after 6pm. The boat turns
into a small waterway clogged from bank to bank with water lilies. We cut a
seam through the floating foliage and watch it close up behind us as if we’d
never passed. After dinner, (fried fish, cut into thirds of head middle and
tail, chicken parts in a rich sauce, gizzard included, daal made from yellow
lentils, vegetables, and yogurt), we spot the moon reflecting in the lake.
| Sunset in Kerala |
Sunset is the signal for Claire and me to retreat inside
before the mosquitoes get hungry. Jake and Lesley enjoy a little more evening
from the deck.
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