And yes, we live to tell about it. The 50 hour trip that break most women and men, Sasha, Patrick, our new friend Rosie, and of course Sultan (the man who told Pat and Sasha that they're going to hell) made it. Rosie is a lovely English-French woman with more charm in her pinky than Pat in his entire body. Sultan, a lovely Muslim man from some former Dutch colony, tried and unsuccessfully did not converted Pat and Sasha by telling them that they were going to hell to wearing shorts, playing cards, and of a number of other offenses. Else wise, he was a very very nice fellow. Though, I doubt he would have enjoyed the fact we were drinking rum in the bottom bunk while he was doing his afternoon prayer right above us... just a hunch if he doesn't like Rosie's shorts.
Fort Kochin (not a dirty place) located in Kerala, surprisingly reminds us of Montreal, specifically the Plateau. No we are not talking about hipster trash, just the colourful housing. The weather, like any Canadian's favourite topic, is quite nice. Humid, but oh so fresh, hence the Monsoon. Plus there are churches everywhere! Team Christian/Whitey is in friendly territory here in Fort Kochin.
We'll be staying here for a while we think. We're certainly not going to be taking any GD trains for a while.
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