Wind down in winding lanes

Day 60. A Monday. A travel story.

I learnt the meaning of lounging last August.

It wasn’t a spontaneous trip – almost every detail had been planned months in advance. Getting there on a budget had meant traveling by an incredibly slow and painfully uncomfortable bus. Yet when we arrived at Fort Kochi it felt like we had dropped heavy nonexistent backpacks to the floor.

If a place is to be described in terms of time there are two ways I can think of to describe this place.

One it’s the time period you see when BBC creates mini series based on Jane Austen’s descriptions (Emma, Sense and sensibility…) Two, its got the weekend hazy-dazey feeling all through the year. So guess in hashtag tongue the above descriptions would translate to #throwbackweekend ?

It was an amazingly throwback weekend.

It was sleeping in… it was walking down deserted lanes… it was lazy long breakfasts… it was exploring art galleries and synagogues… it was writing and posting letters (okay one letter)… it was learning to play chess… it was making yourself at home at a cafe… and it was returning to be recognised and welcomed… it was fancy sea food for dinner at 6:40 pm….it was endlessly watching the rain…it was staying in your favourite sweatshirt… it was a holiday.

P. S. It was also the best hot chocolate of my life.