Alas, the only fauna were herbivores, and as many of you know, I hate all deer species after my years of fighting off the white tail variety from eating everything green in our yard in Rochester.
But enough of the unpleasant memories. We left Spice Village and made our way back out of the mountains. Fortunately, this time in the light of day. Little did we know as we were driving up there in the dark, we were going through tea plantations.
These plantations, which stretch for miles and are in some pretty rugged terrain, are owned by Tata. Yep, the people who bring you the flaming Nanos have their hands in just about everything else. Owning these vast plantations in a communist controlled state does cause a bit of concern as to whether (1) the government are CINOs (communists in name only) or if Tata, as the largest private land owner, is really the governing body of Kerala.
No matter, we travelled on our merry way and all because it was. . .Merry Christmas Day! So, as part of the celebration, Vinoo suggested we take a slow boat ride on the big lake before we hit the beach. So, once again looking like scenes from Apocalypse Now, we took a boat ride on another body of water that CCR sang about in "Green River".
After the leisurely boat ride, we set off for Marari Beach. We were checking in with fresh coconut milk and a tour.
When my dad talked about his experience in the Pacific during WWII, he often talked about how beautiful the beach and ocean scenes were and how you told the weather (red sun in morning, sailors take warning and all that). I first experienced this on Borneo in 1999. I am not a beach person per se, but this was a great respite with the exception of the old European guys in Speedos as I had mentioned before. But Deb, Leigh, and I got to be beach bums for a day, living in a thatched hut. We hung out at the beach and waited for the sunset. 
But our adventure continued and I will as well. Later!
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