Soon, manors gave way to avenues fringed with coconut palms and in no time we were at the gates of Abad Turtle Beach Resort, our abode for the next few days.
A soothing experience and lunch later, a lull was inevitable.
These jutting slender tendrils had a string of multi-coloured petite creatures with their flimsy wings attached to them.
Whoever coined the phrase, ‘as busy as a bee’ has certainly missed out on this terrific sight!
They lay scattered on the turf, over the trees ―dotting the shrubs, some snaking their way around sturdy trunks, some winding up through arbours and yet some lay strewn on the pond.
Some burgeoned as budding buds, some flourished as beatific blossoms, some lay pendent from trees, some lay natant on the pond, some exuded a heavenly scent yet others as mere wall-flowers, lent beauty wherever they dwelt.
Soaking in as many scenes as my sight could behold, I packed the rest in my camera for leisurely perusal.
At a distance, the fluctisonant waves beckoned. The sea seemed serene summoning visitors & promising to showcase a spectacular sunset. But, a curtain of clouds had spread itself over the firmament. The summer sun nevertheless stole one last glance at the lashing waves, before being blanketed.
I retraced my steps promising to be back ashore the next morning.
A mere mention of Abad’s delectable Burfi is a gross understatement. Not wanting to glut my gut with rich desserts, I placed an order for Thenga Burfi or Coconut Burfi and believe me, the afters I was served seemed humble till I took my first bite! I’m sure I’d have qualified for a television commercial for chocolates. The delicious burfi ―perfect in every sense with the right sugar content and with slivers of dry-fruits garnished to tease the tongue, is certainly a sin to be indulged in!
An hour’s drive from Mararikulam to Kumarakom transported us from littorals to lochs, literally! Kumarakom offers you the perfect laid-back backwater holiday and a stay in a houseboat is certainly the best way to enjoy the vista here. However, with aged parents and a tot, we abandoned a houseboat stay. But ‘Lakesong Resorts’ more than made up for a houseboat stay.
Lake Song Resorts, Kumarakom
Suddenly the terra firma bordering the canal gave way to a vast expanse of water. We were cruising along India’s longest lake ―Lake Vembanad! The glassy waters reflected the azure of the skies above and it seemed as if a row of coconut trees had lined up to welcome and cheer us as we coursed through!
Soon ‘kettuvallams’ began to appear in sight, signalling the end of our voyage.
The weather did not permit a visit to Kumarakom’s Bird Sanctuary but the canal cruise more than made up because Kumarakom and a backwater cruise are indeed synonymous.
Never knew that our common cardamom boasted of such a pretty blossom!
Strolling along shimmering shorelines and limpid lagoons, heaving hills and hairpin bends, we soon zipped past Cochin’s highway for a family reunion with relatives. I know not how swiftly the days flew by, but surely, memories of God’s own country make for a rejuvenating reverie!