The past few days I have been in Kerala, this place can only be described as a slice of heaven.
I arrived at Cochin airport and travelled by taxi, an old ambassador, to the backwaters.
The “Ayurvedic Resort” had entry only by walking along the dirt path next to the canal.
A traditional hut sitting right on the waters edge and the glow of irridecent greens like i have never seen before. There is a healing quality to this place, the glassy river glides by as do the many houseboats and dugouts that populate the “backwaters”.
Daily I have been treated to 3 ayurvedic treatments, a massage like never before, two women in rhythmic unison undoing the doings of my western body, a steam in the stainless steel contraption with just a hole for my head to stick out. The pouring of buttermilk and warm oil on my forehead for a full half hour.
A day on a houseboat, cruising the stunning rivers, served tasty Keralan meals at the dining table as I float past the village people washing themselves and their clothes at the waters edge.
Docked for the night at the rivers edge a beautiful black boy appears and takes us on a tour of the village, about 10 rustic houses, small families. We meet his friend and before we know it they have us in their dugout and are paddling us around the rice paddy lake circumnavigating the boys home perched on an island in the lake.
A small girl comes running up to me and presses a blue flower into my hand. A naked princess all of three stand naked but for her silver bellychain and anklets and says “hello” “hello”, lets me take her photo.
A night on the boat under the Keralan sky caressed by the Keralan breeze, touched almost by the banana palm that is trying to touch my face, leaning into me, I feel kissed by god.
