Day 10 12th Jan 13 The boat trip and ‘activities with elephants.’
No visible bites, the anti stuff is good.
For breakfast the menu says I could have;
‘smashed cheese on grilled toast – or - smashed
cheese and chicken on grilled toast.’
Blue skies and warm sun, outside very tall slender
palm trees sway in the breeze; they look as if the tops will bend down to the
ground and spring back. Another boat trip instead of a nature walk, a sitting
down more comfortable way to view wild life in the Periyar Sanctuary. As a
protected tiger reserve the book says, ‘don’t wonder if you see a lone tiger
gently walking in the woods.’ Yes please. We drive to the car park and all the
plaster saints in their shrines by the road have been polished, their strange
pink faces smile down on us benignly. I walk to the boats with other
sightseers. It is a holiday and festival day. My guide ushers me to the front
of the queue and onto the ferry.
The
boats are full of people but I have a numbered seat upstairs. A young man and
two boys smile and I sit next to them. He is a physiotherapist employed as an
aid worker in Tamil Nadu a large adjacent state North East of Kerala. He tells
me it is a poor area and he has brought the two village boys on a day out as a
reward for good work in school. It reminds me of Barnardos. He
was adopted by an American couple as a child and when he grew up
wanted to come back and help the community where he was born. It is interesting
talking to him as the boat chugs slowly round the lake. We see a few buffalo,
some wild boar and a bird feeding her young in a nest at the top of a dead tree
stump but no tigers or elephants for me to 'wonder' at. I am hoping the boat
doesn't capsize because the compulsory life jackets are so cumbersome
I think they would drown us if we fell in the water.
We
reach the end and turn round.
Disembarking
I get caught up with a large family and we walk up together. A young woman
smiles, puts a strong arm round my shoulders and hugs me. She smells of garlic.
I smile and she says something to her family. They take a photo. That does it,
everyone wants a photo with the short white haired woman on her own. They
gather round and take turns, children and wives hugging, men modestly standing
next to me. I enjoy a moment of fame. If you don't see tigers and elephants -
photograph the next best example of wildlife - me. I return to Kieran with my
new friends clustered around me.
Back
to the hotel for lunch and a siesta to sit by the pool with a cup of
sweet Marsala tea and a swim. I remember not to get my
own towel or umbrella and here is George, waiting
attendance.
Later
Kieran and I go for 'activities' with the elephants. He says, 'so sorry Mem I
am not wearing trousers but I have a bad leg.' He shows me a painful looking abscess
on his shin. He says he has seen a Doctor.
'I
am having one injection here (bum) one here (arm) and antibiotics to
take.' Poor Kieran trousers would just irritate it. He is wearing a lungi the
Keralan version of a dhoti and a T shirt. Good idea.
The
lungi is a popular garment and worn by the majority of men here. They wear it
tucked up if it's hot and down round the ankles for modesty when talking to a
woman or in church. I know this because when I approach they untuck them. At
first it gave me a start. A middle aged man near to me suddenly flapped his
arms and took hold of the corners of his lungi to untuck it and cover his legs.
I wondered briefly what he was going to do. All in the mind........
I
suggest to Kieran because of his bad leg he sits in the back tomorrow and
drinks water while I take over the driving. I know how to drive, I've been
watching. It is just beep, beep, beep and rush rush in between vehicles. I was
sure we'd be fine. He looks bemused and unconvinced although my mime of driving
in India makes him laugh. 'Well' I say, 'then take your antibiotics and get a
good nights sleep. No going out with
your friends in Kumarakom tonight drinking cold beers. This is what I would
tell my son.'
'OK
Mummi' he chuckles and for the rest of the trip my new name sticks. I can't
believe he will be comfortable. I know he sleeps in the car but he's at least
six foot. He keeps his clean shirts (a new white one every day) hanging in the
back. There is no other evidence that he is living in the car this week except
that I have already asked him. All the drivers do it.
We
set off for the elephants and turn into a dusty car park with a few sheds. Some
people are waiting on a wooden platform and sure enough the elephant I saw at
the spice garden comes plodding up the path. It is a seriously BIG animal. I
don't want to ride it but have to have photos standing next to it - trunk up
and trunk down.
They tell me the bull elephants
are at the festival. This one appeared fed up, tired and bored. I looked into
her eyes but they were far away lost in her past, detached from here. I
wondered why she co-operated. She had a chain wound round her ankle. It wasn't
chafing but a symbol of her compliance with the diminutive animals
that wanted to train, touch, ride on, marvel at and photograph her. I think it
was her massive passivity that touched my heart.
She enjoyed a good shower and
long drink but I was sorry to see her like this. I knew
I wouldn't like the activities with elephants.
Tomorrow the Western Ghats and
tea plantations.
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