God's Own Country

Disclaimer: The following blog post and pictures do not do justice to the events of which you are about to read.

For Passover, we were allowed to take a few days off from work to celebrate with the other fellows.  So, 6 of us decided to make our way down to the southern state of Kerala.  I wish you all had been there, because the following words are like the movie Avatar 3D watched as a silent black and white film…just not the same.  Kerala is beautiful: lush green forests, lakes, backwaters, (seemingly) clean ocean, mountains.  The people are friendly.  And literacy hovers around 95%.  (Kerala is probably the most advanced state in India in terms of development).  And English widespread. There was not one person that we spoke to during the trip that could not understand us Americans (at least partially).  In fact, English and Malayalam (the local Keralan language) are both more prevalent than Hindi (the national language of India). Kerala’s nickname is “God’s own country” I think because it is blessed with the beauty of nature and is extremely diverse (comparatively) in terms of religion.

To keep you oriented, a map of our travels.

So, we made our way down to Kerala (with a pit-stop in Mumbai to say goodbye to Sami, a fellow who needs to return home early from the program…miss ya Sami!) and were greeted by perfect weather, beautiful sunsets, and an overall sense of relaxation.

Train: our main form of transportation from city to city.  

Our first stop was Varkala, a beachside town that offers little more than a relaxing respite from the hustle and bustle of nearby tourist towns.  We arrived in the morning (after catching a 6am train), dropped our bags at the hotel, threw on some trunks, and made our way down to the beach.  For the next two days, we proceeded to burn ourselves under the scorching sun (some of us WAY more than others – not me though).  However, mid-April starts the beginning of monsoon season in Kerala. So about 5pm every day, heavy rains would begin to fall…forcing us to turn indoors.  Even still, the thundering rain and striking lightening against the ocean (we had an oceanfront hotel) made the scenic views breathtaking – ribbons of lightening that strike the ocean, quickly lighting up the skyline.  During periodic breaks in the rain, we would make our way out to explore the few shops and restaurants along the water. 

Imagine having to look/sit at this all day for 2 days.
Torture I know...

Our group relaxing at one of the restaurants alongside the water.
Our first breakfast. 

Our second night in Kerala marked the first night of Passover (Passover is an 8-day Jewish celebration marking the Hebrews escape from slavery in Egypt and commemorating our freedom).  During the first two nights, Jews celebrate by holding a Seder, an ordered set of prayers and a ceremonial meal.  So, the 6 of us decided to cook our own meal and have our own Seder for this evening. So Monday April 18 we spent the afternoon shopping for local groceries in town: fresh fish, 5 pounds of mangos (which came out to about $2 USD), pineapple, coconut milk, etc.  

Ahhh..Mangos!  Probably one of the best reasons to come to India.
I mean, aside from the warmth, culture, diversity...etc.
But mangos!!  and when they average 10 Rupees ($0.25 USD) a pound,
what could be better

That evening, we each were parceled off by the two master chefs (Fellows David and Arielle) into various tasks.  My job: peeling garlic (ok, not so exciting, but still very important for Indian cooking).  Because of the thunderstorms the power would go out occasionally – forcing us to work by candlelight.  

Yes, that's yours truly getting his job done!

But nonetheless, the meal was incredible.  Our menu: cooked butterfish, mango salsa, quinoa salad with beets, charoset (a traditional Passover component made from nuts and apples), and desert of bananas in coconut milk.

The Seder ceremony was probably one of the most memorable I have ever had.  We went through the traditional order, but diverged every so often when someone had their own traditions they wanted to share, stories from past Seders, or different tunes for the songs.  In essence, we truly made it our own.  Plus, we had the 4 cups of wine to keep us going (a part of the Seder is to drink 4 cups of wine throughout the ceremony – of course we had to abide by this rule). Unfortunately we didn’t have matzah to eat (traditional unleavened bread), but we substituted banana chips instead.  Overall, we had an amazing time together, sharing memories, and making new ones together.

Everyone loves themselves a Seder!

Our Seder plate.  A little improvised. A Seder plate is a ceremonial
dish that holds symbolic items for the meal.  Something different
here is the orange, which represents the importance of women.

After Varkala we made up way up north about an hour to Alleppey and jumped on a houseboat for our tour of the Keralan backwaters.  The backwaters are lakes and lagoons that run parallel to the Arabian Sea.  They’re beautiful, lined both sides with lush green. Although we often passed other boats on their way down with Indian and foreign tourists alike, I felt a complete sense of serenity as we slowly made our way up the backwaters.  Our package was the Honeymoon Cruise, perfect for the 3 men and women that constituted our group of 6.  We ate wonderfuly on the boat with food prepared by our own hired chef.  Slept the night on the rocking waters of the backwaters.  And made our way back to the city the next day. 

A view of the backwaters.

A houseboat, very similar to ours.
One of the many making its way down the waters.

It's like you can't take a bad picture of a sunset here in India.
This one from our boat.

The local people do most of their
traveling by....boat.  

From there, back to Fort Kochin, one of the largest cities of Kerala and the main hub for most tourists.  It’s a beautiful city.  And, strangely enough, very few roaming cows.  Kerala has less of a British colonial influence because it is so far south and was more populated by Christian missionaries that were predominate the area.  Thus, there is a strong Christian presence in the state – as seen by the large number of churches throughout the city (and state really). 

Fishing nets line the water in Fort Kochi.  They were once a part of
the booming fishing industry (which still exists), but are now
mostly for show.

Lots-o-fish.

Our daylong jaunt through the city inevitably brought us to…Jew town.  Yes, Fort Kochin has an area of the city called Jew Town.  

Well look what we have here...

In fact, there used to be a large Jewish population in the city – people who immigrated here over 2000 years ago, with a second wave during the Spanish inquisition.  Today, only 10 Jews remain in the city.  However, the area of town is famous for the Paradesi Synagogue, built over 400 years ago and maintained currently by international donations. Unfortunately, the Synagogue was closed due to the holiday (major bummer), but we were able to check it out a few days later. We also had the opportunity to meet some of the community members (you’ll have to read on to hear about that).

The Synagogue is the blue building on the left.
Unfortunately no pictures inside.

From here, we said goodbye to three of our crew (who had to get back to…work), and the three boys headed off to Munnar, a hill station about 5 hours east of Fort Kochin.  As described in earlier posts, a hill station is usually on the top of a mountain and serves as a weekend getaway vacation spot for city folk.  Well, Munnar stands at the top of a mountain and is surrounded by tea plantations.  The views: gorgeous.  Possibly the most beautiful place I have ever been to.  And the journey there, just breathtaking.  As you zigzag up the mountainside in a state bus, you’re surrounded by beautiful forests and green hillsides.  With thundering classical music in my ears, I felt like I was smack dab in the opening scenes of Jurassic Park.

The mist rolling through the hills of Munar.

Munnar was gorgeous and pristine.  I’ll let the pictures do most of the talking here, but the first day we did some of our own exploring, and the next day rented a guide for the morning who took us to the top of a mountain.  Thank you to Seth for choosing our hotel (I’ll spare you the details…let’s just say David gave us all a hard time about it). 

Us three fellows atop a mountain,
everything beneath covered in fog.

Tea plantations.  Beautiful

From there, back to Fort Kochi.  We had one last night in the city, and decided to make our way back to the Synagogue to join Chabad for Friday night Shabbat services at the Paradesi Synagogue in Kochi (Chabad is an orthodox community of Jews that has houses around the world as gathering points for Jews to find a community).  After services, walking back from the temple, we were able to stop at the homes of some of the Jewish community in Fort Kerala.  There are only 10 people left (from a population that at one point numbered almost 10,000), 9 of whom are over the age of 80.  Most Jews in Kerala left once the state of Israel was formed.  We sat in their homes, were offered food and drink, and spoke to them about the community that once existed.  After wishing them a "Chag Samayach” (Happy Holiday in Hebrew – it was still Passover), we made our way back to our side of the city.

And then it was back to Mumbai.  I had an extra day layover in Mumbai and so was able to explore parts of the city I hadn’t yet been to (I’ve mostly traveled through Mumbai as a transit point to various other parts of the country).

Where the final dance sequence of Slumbdog Millionaire was filmed.
I thought it was really cool.
I couldn't help but listen to"Jai Ho" on my iPod.

Chhatrapati Shivaji Termins (or more commonly referred to
as Victoria Terminus), the main local metro hub of Mumbai.
It also houses the above said dance set.

Overall, a fantastic week’s vacation that made me ready to come back to work and get started on the …last…2.5 months of my Fellowship.  I can’t believe it’s almost over, and that I have to start thinking about what’s coming next.

**I would like to thank Ava and David for allowing their photos to grace this blog post.  Unfortunately I had a camera mishap (ok, i lost it), and was therefore left photo-less.  Plus, these are 10x better than anything I could have taken.