Well, after a frustrating time trying to research stuff for my talk on the 25th, I thought I’d quickly check on the Javan tsunami situation.

That’s pretty bad but just sad.

However, the following (from this BBC web-page) infuriates me:

More than 200 Lebanese citizens have been killed since Israel launched air strikes last Wednesday. Twenty-four Israelis have died – 12 as a result of Hezbollah rocket attacks.

GAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I’m embarrassed to be even remotely connected to Israel: via my mother, I’m half jewish by birth. You already know my (ir)religious convictions.

I’m also slightly embarrassed that I knew nothing about the situation until 10 minutes ago.

Please wake me up

• either when humanity has grown up
• or (more likely) when there’s something constructive I can do to stop this madness.

Until either of these occur, I want to stay here or turn into a cockroach so that I’m unable to know or and don’t have to care.

Because being online costs and I can’t concentrate on three things at once (i.e. blogging, listening and reading), I asked him if I could hear about it later. He carried on telling me about it and mentioned that it had my name on it. I came to an abrupt halt and told him that I didn’t want my name mentioned on ANYTHING, especially without asking me first and even more so when the thing appears to be about to be in a newspaper.

DS tried to explain that it was something to do with the event on the 25th but his explanation didn’t make sense: it appeared that he was saying in once sentence the piece of paper was a newspaper supplement but in the next sentence denying this was so. I asked him to bring Ajeesh over to explain it better (Ajeesh’s english is much better than DS’s) but my tone of voice upset DS who went storming off. I realised after a few seconds that whatever the piece of paper was, it was nothing to causing an upset to a really nice bloke so rushed out of the cybercafe to apologise and try to sort things out. We’ve made up and I’m very relieved – just embarassed that there were witnesses to an apparently angry scene.

Well, here goes again with what should be another picture post. Gosh I envy you broadband-wielders! The part up to blogging at Kattappana was keyed yesterday in Kattappana.

Sunday 16th continued
After finishing blogging and chatting with the cybercafe-owner’s son (he’s in the equivalent of Upper VIth form/6th year and wants to get into software engineering), I met up with Ajeesh and Anish at Mini’s cafe.

They appeared to be talking about something serious but it’s really hard to stop Anish grinning – I think he’s wired that way and am a bit jealous.

Ajeesh or Smith?

Anish or Jones?

Bruce and Anish – why do I look so dorky?

Raji and Ajeesh had a mock fight while Remia and Mini looked on and I recorded it for posterity.

Ajeesh and Raji go hammer and tongs

Raji gets the upper hand

friends again

I think this may have been the factor that made Mini gift us our drinks. (Alternatively she might have simply wanted rid of us.)

Monday 17th
This morning, Sandra was (as usual) not enjoying being made up for school. Her screams of torture were mollified by use of my wide-spaced ‘afro’ comb but I don’t know yet whether she’s discovered the secret weapon built into the teeth.

Sandra hates being made up.

The finished article

Sandra posing

Sandra and Jaya

Bruce and Sandra – Jaya wanted this pic. I think I look like a dork!

Breakfast was papadoms and steam-cake. Here’s how steam-cake is cooked.

papadoms and steam-cake (puttu)

Steam-cake is made by packing rice flour and grated coconut into the top of the contraption on the right burner, then steaming the mix.

After dropping Sandra at school, we met up with Shaji and DS at Mini’s cafe. This was after I spent a while typing up a list of where and when I’ve stayed in Kerala. In India, all visitors have to complete at least two records at any hotel or guest-house. One is for the hotel and another is given to the local police. Apparently, even foreigners staying in private houses have to be notified to the police and neither Ajeesh or I have officially done so yet. Thank goodness for this blog – I’d never have remembered all the dates and places without it! (This document has now been handed in to the police so all is fine!)

Back at Mini’s, DS appeared to be sickening for flu – he was shivering and didn’t look right. I hope Deepa will be a good cure.

DS is cold.

We also met a man called Sashi at Mini’s. I think he’s involved with the project for the 25th.

Sashi

A mechanical coconut masher at Mini’s cafe

Parotta cooking on an open fire at Mini’s cafe

We then drove to Kattappana, stopping off at a couple of schools on the way so that the boys could talk to the headmasters and mistresses about this project. I picked up a copy of today’s Deepika: Shaji had an article on page 7 about wind generation at Ramakkalmeddu (Rama Rock). You may be able to read it in english here.

BTW, I’m to speak at this project for 20 minutes on Environmental disasters due to plastics and chemicals. Apparently I’m the international patron of the World Cultural Tourism Club. Well, as at least one reader of this blog will confirm, I’m very good at patronising! The programmes are printed and distributed and there’s no backing out back now!

We had lunch at a toddy shop near Thookupalam. The boys had kapa (tapioca) with various meat curries. I had tapioca with raw onion liberally covered with chilli powder. Now you know why I’ll be yodling tomorrow!

The sign on the front of the toddy shop. It reads kalle, i.e. TODDY!

the side of the toddy shop

A man who runs a hotel in Kochi came to our table and was curious about me eating apparently very spicy food. I told him I loved it and that I’d been introduced to it by a friend who’d stayed a long time in Kerala and learnt to cook here. (OK, it’s not the full story but it’s enough.) To tell the truth, it wasn’t that spicy but it was filling. Tapioca alone would have been utterly bland.

DS thought the onion and chilli stuff was too spicy for him. I suggested he get a fatty or milky food to dissolve the capsaicin (which is fat-soluble but not really water-soluble). He asked whether if he put on my glasses he’d have the vision of an englishman. I’m now seriously concerned that I’ve been talkng down to him. On the way to Kattappana, he talked about how the british had conquered India and how this was now being repeated by capitalist imperialism. (He also told me a bit about the history of cardomom cultivation and the planters who started the ‘modern’ plantation systems in the last few centuries.) The difference is, in his opinion, that it’s not just white people screwing India: people of all colours are doing it. You might think he’s a screaming trot because of this but he’s actually a member of the dear old Congress party!

Some sandom pix from the journey

Another form of traditional rain- and cold-wear is a blanket wrapped around the shoulders like this.

The ‘turban’ is a small scarf wrapped around the head. It’s often used as padding for carrying heavy loads that would floor me.

A trip-jeep like the one I was crushed into yesterday

A funky jeep

The boys are meeting the deputy director of education here about the project. I’m going to finish this now and do some research so that I don’t come over as a total idiot next Tuesday. Wish me luck, please!

Er, well by the time I’d uploaded and tagged the pix that are now part of this entry, Ajeesh and co had finished their business in Kattappana. DS in particular was ready to go home – he felt ill and anyway had to go to greet some visitors at his house.

Monday 17th continued, Tuesday 18th
Back at Nedumkanadam, Ajeesh went to visit the printer who will print the invitations or Jaya’s wedding. After this visit (and first stating that if I was patronising him, he should tell me and I would apologise) I suggested to Ajeesh that he insist on a proof first. His reply was that he was grateful for the advice of an elder.

Not long after we got to the house, the TV signal went down. (It’s cable TV but it appears all of the area was affected, not just Ajeesh’s house.) A few minutes later the electricity supply failed so we couldn’t even gawp at a blue screen of death. The electricity supply had apparently failed all over Idukki district. It’s ironic that Idukki dam supplies a large percentage of Kerala’s electricity.

Without power and with nothing better to do, we were all in bed by 9pm. This morning the power was still out – it didn’t return to Nedumkandam’s main drag until 12.30 today.

Ajeesh told me that a neighbour had died during the night of a heart attack. I don’t think I’ve met the man but I’m told that he was at most 45 and that he leaves a widow and three children in their late teens to early twenties. Ajeesh went to visit the family. He didn’t ask me to come and I didn’t ask to go: I would hate to intrude on private grief but of course I asked Ajeesh to pass on my condolences.

My immediate task was to wash me and some clothes. Without electricity, washing water’s obtained by Jaya and/or Ajeesh in what appears to be a risky and strenuous process. I didn’t want to add to their burden but Ajeesh suggested I use the stream where I’d seen some women washing clothes last weekend.

So, wrapped in my dirty lunghi and carrying a bucket-full of unmentionables, off I went. Washing clothes in a stream has at least one drawback, namely that you have to keep hold of the items. However, the rinse-power more than makes up for this. Washing my clothes didn’t take long but plucking up the courage to dunk myself took longer than it should have. However, by mid-day I was clean, my clothes were on the line and I was on my way to town.

On the way I passed a lot of people who were going to the house where the death had occured. Among these were a teacher and his 10th-standard pupils. (1st standard is for children aged 5 to 6. Before this, they can attend Lower and Upper Kindergarten years.) The pupils were class-mates of one of the dead man’s sons. The teacher invited me to to come (his actual words were ‘if you are interested, you can come’) but I still felt it would have been wrong so didn’t go.

Ajeesh had planned to do some a lot of work today, including some DTP which I assumed was work on Jay’s wedding stationery. He arived at the cybercafe just after I did and told me tht his plans had all been posponed because of the Idukki-wide brown-out. The cybercafe owner told us that power was likely to return about 12.30 – I was glad of not having to bus to Kattappana because I’d felt quite motion-sick on the way back yesterday.

Ajeesh and DS also told me about the tsunami in Indonesia. Without power, cellphone and international calls were unavailable and I was frustrated that I couldn’t check whether my Indonesian friend’s family were OK. (It turns out that they’re no-where near the affected area. Dunno what I can say about those who weren’t so lucky.) DS borrowed an english-language newspaper from a lawyer’s office so I could get the details: thanks for this, mate!

The power returned around the time that had been predicted. The first I saw of it was the twinkling of fairy lights around a shop’s picture of a god. DS and Ajeesh got on with their DTP work while I edited this entry and added in the pix. (At the same time I’ve been using Indian Rail’s website to check trains to Kolkatta. This is mind-bogglingly slow because you have to work out a potential route yourself then enquire about trains for each leg. You can’t just put in ‘overall start’, ‘overall finish’ and ‘desired dates’, then let the website sort it out like you should be able to IMHO. And woe betide you if you don’t know the IndianRail spelling of your termini and change-points.)

While I was doing this, DS came over and put a piece of paper in front of me and started to tell me about it. The piece of paper is a flyer for hotels. It tells them about the event on the 25th and asks them to sponsor a newspaper supplement about it. There was an amount of discussion about it, mostly becuase it has my name on it. Oo-er!

OK. I think that’s it for now – time to get on with reading up on nasty chemicals and their affects.

pix from today and yesterday

	Sandra’s new haircut
	Kanan, Radhalaksmi and Sandra

	Radhalaksmi, Ajitha, Santosh, Jaya Sandra, Kanan
	Sandra’s brolly-control near the place where Kanan was discouraged
	Clouds scudding by

	tadpoles at angels one-five
	A bell on the rock shelf that forms the roof of an ancient temple

A house near the temple – note the thatched roof.

Another Nedumkandam-style suburban main road.

	The back end of the wedding vehicle
	A huge spider on the temple wall

A child wearing a typical balaclava. Children wearing these look so lost and so cute!

A passing loudspeaker-advertisement vehicle and Ken Dodd’s bus. Did he pay his road tax?

Apparently typical formal or school make-up for young girls: bindhu between the eyebrows and on the forehead, eyebrow reinforcement and eyeliner make them look a lot older than they actually are.

Some of DS’s family. From left to right: Sapana (Deepa’s older sister); Arya, Laxshmi and Asha (Sapana’s daughters); Sajitha (Deepa’s younger sister); Hyjyalaxshmi and Annandu (Sajitha’s son and daughter); Deepa and DS

Bloody hell, I’m glad I’m in a cybercafe right now. Just listening to the rain makes me feel damp. I’m also attempting to upload some pix form yesterday and today that will go with this entry. They’ll probably end up in a separate entry but I’m sure you can cope!

Friday 14th continued
DS, Ajeesh and I returned to Nedumkandam. I’m not quite sure where we picked up Deepa, DS’s recently-returned-from-the-Gulf wife. (She’s a nurse and has been working there for quite some time, much to their mutual dismay, but has just found a job in a local hospital.) After calling in at DS and Deepa’s house to pick up some stuff Deepa wanted, we also called in at her mother’s sister’s house. This lady’s daughter was due to be married on Sunday and I was invited to attend – got a very fancy invitation too, so I couldn’t diplomatically refuse. However, I’ve been to enough weddings. I want to go to Jaya’s but I can’t because it’s 4 days after my visa expires and my flight home leaves. So going to others seems a slight to her and I’m not keen on matrimony anyway. I’m even less keen on being the only non-Malayalam speaker at a huge social gathering, especially an important event in someone’s life at which it would be so easy to say the wrong thing. (Although, I think most Keralans would just smile and then try to help me extract my errant pedal extremity.)

Back at the house, Ajeesh and I compared notes on Indian and UK cultures and how aspects of each others affect us. This gives me a handy opportunity to correct something I said earlier: ‘If a woman is awake and available, she’ll do all the domestic work.’ Well, I’ve seen Mr Babu (Ajeesh’s neighbour) carry a box of groceries on his head up the hill, even though he could have asked for a lift in the car. Also, I think I’ve twice seen Gopalakrishna (Ajeesh’s dad) iron his shirt and dhoti. I think it’s fair to say that women’s roles are supposed to centre on domesticity while men’s roles are supposed to centre on external and finance-related matters. I think you know how I feel about this.

Saturday 15th
After blogging, I found that yet again I’d left my camera at the house. So my plan to walk down Nedumkandam’s main drag, photographing everything was postponed yet again. I walked back to the house, getting only moderately damp.

At the house, Sandra’s parents (Ajitha and Santosh [not to be confused with the Santosh who is Ajeesh’s neighbour and helps farm Ajitha and husband-Santosh’s land!]) had arrived, bringing Kanan, their 3-year-old son. Kanan, Sandra and I played catch in the front room. I thought it was a good opportunity to reinforce Sandra’s (and maybe create Kanan’s) english counting skills. I think they both enjoyed it and the family approved.

Eventually, Jaya indicated that I, Kanan and Sandra should go out to buy a coconut. We got as far as the highest, exposed-to-the-elements part of the path before the weather, Kanan’s fear of the slope and his overlarge umbrella conspired to upset him to immobility. I though the best thing to do would be to take him back to the house, so with some difficulty I persuaded Sandra to accompany us – I didn’t want to be responsible for her wandering off without her family knowing where she was.

After this, Sandra and I resumed our provender-appropriation mission. The shop we were to go to is a building I’d previously taken to be a house (quite possibly the back room is the shop-keepers’ accommodation) just below the rocky part of the ‘final ascent’ to Ajeesh and family’s house. It’s about 10 minute’s walk closer than the next nearest shop but appears to have only a very limited range of merchandise.

Mission accomplished, Sandra and I returned to the house. Sandra got a telling-off for not staying as dry as she could and a much-needed and much-resented change of clothes. How on earth do you tell a six-year-old who doesn’t speak your language to use her umbrella? Anyway, I didn’t want to get cabin fever and I wanted space to think so, despite the drizzle, I girded my loins with my lunghi and set off up the path past the ‘final ascent’ towards the ancient temple that’s nearly the highest point above the house. My aim was to get as high as I could be legal means, no matter what the weather might throw at me.

By the way, I love the german for ‘to (go for a) walk’: spazieren. It makes me think of (to seek) space, to space out. About 2 km from the house, having slipped and inched my way over a large expanse of bare and wet rock containing enough cracks to support a large community of tiny frogs, I got to a nearly impassable brush-covered ‘tor’ that’s the top of the hill. At the very top of this pimple is another expanse of wet, bare rock over which the wind howls and the fog scuds. I crawled to the top of this, fearing that the wind would catch me, my lunghi or my umbrella* and take us flying to Tamil Nadu. I finally stood up and shouted at the elements to do their worst. Of course, they ignored me.
*yes it was furled when I did this

By now it was around 6pm and getting near dusk. I really didn’t want to be caught on a mountain* after dark, especially while my lunghi and jacket were wet through, so headed down the hill. I seem to recall singing non-rude but silly variants on the tune to Oh Sir Jasper as I went. (The ‘official’ lyrics to this and other very rude songs are here.) The only time I slipped on the muddy path was just after I’d washed my sandals and feet in a small stream. My feet and sandals, my knees and backside got covered in red mud, much to my amusement and the concern of two locals who helped me up and advised me that the reddest parts of the path were the least likely to be slippery.
*Is 2000 metres a hill or a mountain?

Near the house I met Gopalakrishna, Ajitha, Santosh-husband and Kanan. Gopalakrishna was accompanying the others part of the way to their house. The house itself was dark apart from an oil-lamp and a torch: the electricity supply had temporarily failed again, presumably upsetting the neighbours who’d arrived to watch TV. (Ajeesh’s family cook on a gas double burner and heat water on a wood fire in a lean-to at the back of the house. This is also often where their goat is tethered.)

I wrote most of the notes that are the basis of this blog entry, reading out what I was writing to an apparently fascinated Sandra. The house’s electricity supply was restored just in time for IdukkiVision’s news programme. There had been a landslide near Kattappana, blocking what (for Idukki district, at least) appeared to be a major road. There’d also been a presentation of some kind at a Nedumkandam school.

I surprised Jaya by eating a huge amount of rice and jackfruit curry – I’d not felt at all hungry during the day so had turned down offers of breakfast and lunch apart from khardum chaya. I think she likes my chai-based variant on Give me joy in my heart and I know that DS and Ajeesh have been very amused by my dad’s extra verses.

Sunday 16th
Today I’ve been at DS’s relative’s wedding. It wasn’t the trial I feared it would be and I’ve escaped back to Nedumkandam with my dhoti intact. I even survived travelling in a jeep built for 10 but carrying 18 people (5 passengers plus the driver in the front seat, 5 in the middle seat, 6 in the back and 1 hanging off the back). I volunteered to go on the room to ease the crush. It’s now about 5.15 – time to see how many photos have uploaded, put them into a post if possible and then return to the house.

See you later, space-cats! BTW, I’d appreciate people’s comments on the descriptions of tribal people here.

is right – my bank is a member of the wunch! I’ve just seen that they’re charging 3.5% on any cash withdrawal here, even though I’m in credit. Er, is it that much more work to spew cash out of an ATM here rather than in the UK?

Mastercard charges the larger of 2% or 2UK pounds for cash withdrawals and (from comparison of a mastercard purchase with a cash withdrawal from my bank on the same day) appears to give a marginally better exchange rate.

Gotta love that ISDN connection!

Ajeesh frolics

	Ajeesh doesn’t impress Jaya.
	You can see why!
	Aarrgghh!!
	Jaya, Amina ( a neighbour) and Radhalaxmi try to restrain Ajeesh

on the road

	another local shop…
	… and its keeper

near Cumbum

	unfinished temple at Golapur
	statue at Golapur
	detail of statue at Golapur
	detail of statue at Golapur
	statue at Golapur

farming fashion

Santosh in typical farming rain-gear

Nedumkandam details

a typical local shop

Apparently the last time I blogged was on Monday. Here’s what my diary tells me I’ve done since then.

Monday 10th continued
After I finished blogging, by pure chance I met Ajeesh, Anish and one of their friends in town. This was a case of ‘hail fellow, well met’ because the rain had started to be annoying. I also had a foul headache so was glad to avoid the exertion of walking to the house. However, once I was in the car, Ajeesh announced that we were going to briefly visit Sindhu. She’s the friend he took me to visit in hospital and with whom we stayed on the way back from Goa and is an official in Ajeesh’s local self-help group/eco-development committee. She lives in Udumbanchola which is about 10km up north of Nedumkandam along National Highway 17 so I thought we wouldn’t be too long: I’d told Jaya and Radhalaxmi I’d be back at the house around 7pm and it was now around 6pm.

The meeting appeared to be about trying to get the police to crack down on illegal distillers. Ordinarily I’d not have a problem with people making hooch: it’s up to them and their customers whether or not the rot their guts with ethanol.* However, because the distillers are allegedly cutting the hooch with meths and other nasties and because local politicians are allegedly taking kickbacks to protect the distillers, I’m pleased that Ajeesh is trying to do something about this. Apparently, Sindhu has heard some things that can be passed on to Anish for publication in his newspaper. Ajeesh was also keen to know the date we got slightly involved in the arrest of a distiller at Kanthalloor.
*In Kerala, strong drinks appear to be a government monopoly, sold from government-licensed shops only.

The rain was very heavy when we arrived at the path that leads to Sindhu’s house. Ajeesh and Anish dashed towards the house because they had no coats or umbrellas while I had both. However it was pitch-dark, the path was muddy and had many puddles and I couldn’t remember how to get to Sindhu’s house. I walked about 20 metres along the path and gave up. I tried to open my rucsac while still sheltering under my umbrella to retrieve my phone and torch. The rucsac strap rubbed against where a blister had peeled off and left raw flesh. I screamed, dropped my phone and other things in the dark and retrieved them while screaming imprecautions against rain, mud, India, my throbbing head and being lost in the dark. When I calmed down, I phoned Ajeesh and asked him to come back and guide me. Sindhu’s sons came out with umbrellas and a torch and guided me so that my feet stayed mostly dry.

At the house, Sindhu offered tea. I asked for hot water because of my headache and Sindhu brought out some paracetamol while Ajeesh gave me a quick facial massage. These two treatments helped a lot – thanks both!

We got back to the house around 9pm and I received a friendly telling-off for being two hours later than I’d said. I’d also left my diary in the car and Ajeesh insisted on going to retrieve it, despite me telling him that it was my fault for leaving it there and so I should go.

Tuesday 11th
After a late start and a couple of unpleasant things that aren’t bloggable and are now sorted, Ajeesh drove us to town. I spent most of the afternoon organising my photo archives, uploading the photos that are in a recent entry and working on the essay for DS. I also spent some time phoning people in the UK and thinking about my next moves.

Wednesday 12th
During the night a UK friend sent a text message that implied something horrible had happened in Mumbai. In the morning I asked to watch english-language TV and learnt about the latest Mumbai bombings. (I say ‘the latest’ because 9 years after a previous outrage the suspects are still on trial!)

I still can’t comment on this except to hope that the Rail Authorities repair the damage quickly – these suburban trains are used by millions each day. Mumbai’s roads appeared to not be capable of carrying the traffic that existed when the rail system was intact so I don’t want to even think about what they’re like now.

I needed to extract some money from an ATM. The nearest ATM that would accept mastercard and maestro cards was at Kattappana. Ajeesh had some business there too so we drove there. This was the beginning of another Bruce-farce.
The drive to Kattappana almost empties the car’s tank. We have to buy a litre of petrol on the way to be sure we’ll get to Kattappana. This reduces our total liquid assets to around Rs70. This is not enough to buy sufficient petrol to even return to Nedumkandam.

I find that the State Bank of India ATM is out of order. Meanwhile Ajeesh is at his meetings and isn’t answering his phone. The SBI staff tell me that it will be out of use for several days and that the nearest SBI ATM is in Kumily, 30 km south.

Despite being fairly sure that the other ATMs (Union bank and Federal bank*) in Kattappana don’t accept mastercard or maestro, I trudge off to try them. I confirm they are useless to me and trudge back to the cybercafe’s building to meet Ajeesh. On the way I buy a parapuwada, leaving myself with Rs14.
*The do take Visa cards. Boo hiss!

Eventually Ajeesh returns to meet me at the cybercafe. He gives me Rs10 so I can check my email. We get a hurried lunch (chai and two more wada each) at a cafe in the cybercafe’s building and try to work out what to do. Without obtaining more rupees, we’re stuck in Kattappana. I decide to cash one of my few remaining traveller’s cheques. (I’d been hoping to keep these because ATMs may well be rare in Sumatra and entry officials like proof that visitors have funds.) I need to obtain more rupees than I have in TCs so I still need to visit an ATM.

I go back to the SBI and am told that this branch can’t cash TCs. The manager suggests I go to Muthoot Finance who will cash TCs and will give me a better rate than SBI can. Nice!

Muthoot Finance is in the cybercafe’s building, so back I go. The manager there is a very jolly chap and is keen to give me all sorts of information about the area. He gives me his card and says that I should show it to the management when I check in at the Cardomom County hotel: this will get me a good discount on the 80 UK pound per night cost. I still have the card: does anyone out there want it? The SBI folk were right about the rate – I get maybe RS1 per pound more than I was expecting.

Finally, with some real rupees in my hand we can return to the nearby petrol station and get enough to drive to Kumily and then back to Nedumkandam. The drive is along NH17 but this part hasn’t been resurfaced in ages and has more potholes than a teenager has acne. I fear for the car’s suspension and Ajeesh tells me that we’ll return by a different route.

At Kumily, I get the cash I need. We then drive around Kumily: because Ajeesh is organising a programme that involves the Deputy Director of Periyar Tiger Reserve (just outside Kumily) and he happens to be in Kumily, there’s a slim chance they can have a face-to-face meeting. However, because it’s after 6pm, we can’t find her at her office and there’s no answer when we go to her house, this falls through.

To return to Nedumkandam but avoid the horrible roads, Ajeesh decides to drive from Kumily into Tamil Nadu, head east as far as Cumbum and then go north again and get back into Kerala at the same latitude as Nedumkandam. We stop outside Cumbum so I can photograph some statues I’d seen when I came here earlier. I’m told by an old lady I meet there that they were erected by her son to gather donations for a local Ashram. She anoints my forehead with white powder and prays for me.

In Cumbum, we park at a real car-park (ticket, guards, the works!) and eat iddly sambar at a reasonable-looking vegetarian restaurant. We then drive back towards Nedumkandam. Ajeesh points out that the mountain roads in Tamil Nadu, even those that aren’t State or National highways, are much better than those in Kerala. Tamil Nadu mountain roads have edge-markers and intact road surfaces while Keralan roads are usually terrible.* Ajeesh believes that this is all thanks to the recently deposed Chief Minister, Jayalalithaa. He also says that Jayalalithaa’s rural loans policies are responsible for large agricultural improvements in Tamil Nadu: 15 years ago it grew nothing but rice and peanuts. Now it has coconuts and bananas which it used to import from Kerala, as well as grapes and other new crops. Kerala now has to import crops in which it was self-sufficient 15 years ago. I point out that a lot of Kerala, including his home, is fairly marginal land, while the population density is higher than most other states so that the state’s tax income is relatively reduced and has more marginal people to support. Also, I’ve read that Jayalalithaa is very corrupt and has tried to inculcate a cult of personality worse than Enver Hoxa’s! Ajeesh says that Tamil Nadu police ask for Rs5 bribes while Keralan police want bribes of scotch whisky. I have no answer to this.
*The NH-17 runs from Munnar, via Nedumkandam, to Kumily. It’s been resurfaced since I’ve been in Nedumkandam from Munnar to just south of Nedumkandam. I wish the plans included kerbstones: without them, I fear that the edges will erode and potholes will form far sooner than would otherwise occur. National Highways are planned by central government but constructed and maintained (supposedly) by state governments.

There are many checkpoints on the border – we pass through at least three, each supposedly checking for different things and in reality not even lowering their barriers. Just inside Kerala, we pick up a minister who is returning to Nedumkanadam. He passes forward a bag or fried and salted chickpeas – yum.

Back at the house, I eat while Ajeesh disappears. (He told me later that he’d been at Santosh’s house.) I try to stay awake so that the others aren’t woken when he returns and needs to be let in but fail and am soon in the land of nod.

Thursday 13th
Ajeesh again had business in and around Nedumkandam so I went with him to town. I blogged for a while and then decided I wanedt to upload some of the photos I took yesterday so that you, my beloved readers, can see them. My usual cybercafe has windows 98 PCs and a reasonable dial-up connection but I’ve found the drivers supplied with my card reader don’t work on their PCs. There is another cybercafe in town: its PC has Windows XP (so doesn’t need drivers) and a CD burner but it has a terribly slow and flaky dial-up connection. I realised I’d left my camera in the house so I walked back. Miracle of miracles: I don’t get rained on. At the house, Jaya served a lunch based on jackfruit (two different jackfruit curries, rice, sambal, pickles and bean ‘curry). Then Gopalkrishna returned from cutting grass for the cows and we talked about the forthcoming nuptials.

I returned to town around 4pm, promising to be back around 8pm. On the way, I passed many local children who were returning from school. Many of them enjoy calling out ‘hello-how-are-you?’ or ‘hello-what-is-you-name?’ – these seem to be the two english phrases that everyone learns by rote. I always answer, hoping that it will help them learn something and because they’re being friendly and enjoying themselves in a pleasant way.

I bought and posted a birthday-card and then walk through town to the XP-enabled cybercafe. There, I suffered a worse than usual connection and so wasn’t able to even write an email to a friend, let alone upload photos or work on DS’s essay. (I email successive versions to myself so that I can access them on any PC that can connect to the internet.) I made a couple of phonecalls and walked back to the house, arriving utterly soaked with rain and sweat about 8:05. Ajeesh was still away – he was organising the event that involves Periyar’s Deputy Director.

I see on IdukkiVision’s news report a piece about plastic litter and illegal use of land at a temple at the top of this suburb’s hill. Some of the photos used in the piece were taken by Ajeesh with my camera. I’m quite tickled that I’ve been able to contribute ever so slightly and pleased that Ajeesh’s efforts are getting some notice. (I seem to recall another piece earlier this week about the hooch-makers but that could be a false memory – there’s nothing about it in my diary.)

Friday 14th
Today Ajeesh and DS were to attend a Headmaster’s conference in Kattappana. Kattappana also has an ISDN-connected cybercafe with reasonable PCs running XP. (All but the server have had their CD drives removed.) So I’ve come with them to Kattappana and have blogged here while Ajeesh and DS attended the conference to tell the delegates about their project. The project is an anti-plastic litter/clean-up project. It will involve Periyar’s deputy director somehow. Also, DS has asked me to talk for 15 minutes at it. Errrrrrrrrrrr – nervous but I’ll do it!

Lunchbreak was a visit to the police canteen. I resisted temptation to bring out my cuddly pig and ask her where her uniform is but didn’t enjoy the experience at all. Now I’m going to get on with the essay and then return with Ajeesh and DS to Nedumkandam. By the way, I’ve found a mention of Nedumkandam online here. You can also get to a reasonably honest road map. (This one seems a little better.

Not sure about tomorrow – will let you know asap.

I got as far as uploading these on Tuesday before the dial-up connection apparently irretrievably died.

everybody’s gone smurfing… smurfing cardomom

	Gopalakrishna cutting jackfruit
	digging a banana-plant hole
	How a banana-plant hole should look
	My banana-plant holes: some practice needed, methinks.
	The public school in Nedumkandam
	exposure before my peers
	planting
	digging cardomom-plant holes
	I think my cardomom-plant holes were better than my banana-plant holes.
	Ajeesh, Santosh and Bruce

The aftermath! I found it far easier to sit on the edge of the hole and hack down to increase the edge-depth, then stand in the hole to lift the soil out. Of course this meant I kept sitting on freshly-dug soil. What are little boys made of?

Bugger, bugger, bugger! A big political demonstration has just gone by. My camera is 2 km away, back at the house. Duh!

quietly happy
Today’s just been some work (5 more cardomom pits dug but no planting yet), followed by laundry, followed by a hot shower, followed by waiting for a long enough pause in the rain to walk to town.

Ajeesh is still away – he’s taking some people to Kollam and I wasn’t awake enough to hear him go. I’d slept badly and spent most of the day reading and ‘talking’ or otherwise passing time with Sandra.

Yesterday was mostly about staying dry. I remember I had a vile headache in the evening and so missed being one of the many millions engrossed in watching sport. I was also briefly at another wedding function – Ajeesh and I had been invited to eat with the wedding party

Sandra seems to have adopted me – she likes taking me for walks around the ‘suburb’ but I get a bit uneasy when she twice took me into other folks’ houses – social conventions force them to give hospitality. (Fortunately, one of them was Santosh’s house so his kids knew who I am.) This is lovely but I don’t feel comfortable because I’ve not been invited in. I am sure these are Sandra’s friends’ houses and it’s fine for her to wonder in and out but, even allowing for the portion of my discomfort caused by the language barriers, until I at least know the parent’s names, in future, I’ll manufacture an excuse to stay outside. Bloody British reserve!

Many people, including Sandra and local kids, have taken it upon themselves to tell me malayalam words for everything under the sun. But because I can’t always see what they’re pointing to, and it very rarely sticks, it can lead to frustration on both sides.

nice things
A couple of nice things to report. The liquid sunshine became intense while I was walking to town yesterday. I stopped at a local shop to shelter. Someone waiting there flagged doen an auto for me and made sure I knew the correct fare. I don’t think the driver would have asked for more but I do appreciate this help.

Also, on Saturday, the younger of the cybercafe owners’ sons told me that yesterday would be his birthday. Here, is the custome to give sweets to your friends on your birthday. As I was leaving he gave me a sweet. Often too, chai has turned up here, unasked-for and without cost. I think the owners are grateful because I speak english with the boys but maybe it’s because they’re just nice too!

Hoping to upload some pix of Santosh, Ajeesh and I wielding our tumbars tomorrow, weather, current and telephone connectivity permitting. I should have time to complete the essay for DS while waiting for them to upload.