The night train ride was very rough. I had to stand for the first 2,5 hours as there were not seats in the general class. W chatted with Gopesh for an hour or so, and it helped to be awake, but afterwards I wanted to sleep really bad. Eventually we found two seats in another compartment (rather two small pitches of free space on a shelf), so at least we didn’t have to stand.
At some time Gopesh suddenly started convincing me to stop at his place first. Why would a 19-year-old lad invite someone he hardly knows to his home? My deduction was connected to Gopesh’s sexual orientation. It was confirmed by Gopesh’s atempts – disguised as inadvertent – tomput his head on my shoulder while asleep. Jesus Christ and Mother Mary. Or should I say Holy Brama, Shiva, and Vishnu? I felt a bit relieved when Gopesh got off the train. But it was nice meeting him anyway, and we became friends on Facebook.
The train arrived in Kannur two hours late, so I couldn’t catch the morning ritual in the Mutthappan Temple in the Parissinikadavu village nearby. But as always in India and not only, it was for the best. A good news was that I bought a train ticket to Goa for the night train without any problem. So I’d be in Arambol for New Year as planned. That train ride would turn out to the toughest in India and in my life 🙂 As well as the most funny, and probably the most unforgettable one. I will give my account of it in the next post.
For now I continue and conclude this post in my favourite style – a series of photos accompanied with comments.
Life is bright in Kerala: colourful buses at the Kannur bus terminal. Taking a bus to Parassinikadavu village (commonly referred to as Parassini).
The bus was full with school kids. As usual, girls were in front, while boys stayed in the back. Great ride with bright people and traditional Indian music.
Thapasya Heritage Inn – a laid-back atmosphere, a great place to stay. I didn’t plan to stay overnight, but needed a room badly to have some rest after a sleepless night on the train, take a shower, and recharge my equipment.
Inside at the reception
The room is spacious and sunny.
View from top of the hill to the river
Tranquil village streets
Market neat the Muthppan Temple. Foreign tourists are few here, so local people are not spoiled. I was never called back asking to buy something.
The temple is located on the banks of the Valapattanam river.
Entrance to the temple
Muthappan is a Hindu deity commonly worshiped in this region of the state of Kerala. It is believed to be a manifestation of Shiva. What is peculiar is that this deity is a folk, not a Hindu one.
As soon as I took this photo, a man walked up and said photography wasn’t allowed. I apologized went further. The rule of “better apologize than ask for permission” learned from Tessa works in India quite well 🙂
“Chicken centre” – what could that be? 🙂
Commandant in Parassini
I took the bus in the afternoon back to Kannur, as had to catch the night train to Goa. In the photo: school boys.
The hustle-bustle of Kunnar
Peculiarities of local tea-selling: using a hook to hand the can with hot tea on a train window.
Thank you, Parassini, for your tranquility and serenity. Thank you, Tessa, for advising to drop by here. Again, India teaches me to be flexible; set goals as some indicators on the way, not “must-reach-by-all-means” points.
One last travel is left before my final destination. Even if I wouldn’t reach it, however, in India a known refrain makes perfect sense: it’s about the journey, not the destination.