Many barges go by on this day of weekly rest in Christian Kerala. Filled with local families carousing and singing. One docked about an hour ago, and since has gone, unloading the singing men to go ashore and drink some more, I’m told, while women and small children stay aboard with water.
A pasta arrabiate for dinner last night was pretty wonderful: A south Indian interpretation with spicy red chilis and minced bacon. Lunch will be potato croquettes of sorts. The food overall is influenced by the Portuguese colonial history, and the Italian and German tourists, and the availability of rather beautiful fruits and vegetables. A light touch in all.
The days are spent working on my book about chefs, reading Paul Scott, and lolling. We drink nothing but water ’til six when we break out the gin. A word of caution: The gin, purchased aboard the plane, is running dangerously low, and here in Catholic, teetotling Kerala, this could lead to a very dangerous situation indeed.