Oh my god there are bugs….

5/3/11

Our friend Mia joined us in incredible India. The small problem was that she flew in 5 hours before us and had to sit on a wall with the many taxi drivers. They soon cottoned on that Mia was not for moving and that if they asked her about a taxi in 5 hours tie then they may be in look. With these ground rules established mia settled in for the wait.

We arrived on time with bags and ignored all those hopeful taxi drivers who had been chatting Mia up. W opted for the pre pay counter, wrestled the receipt from several over enthusiastic drivers and found our cab. After an hour with only on or two death defying overtakes and near cow collisions we arrived in Pallalum. The ever prepared James had booked us some accommodation but this did not please the touts who tried to wave our tax drive down, offered him a cut of the sale (we think) and even chased us on a moped when we failed to stop.

 After running the gauntlet we got to the end of the road, the taxi driver departed with a general wav of the hand to indicate the direction of the accommodation. We traipsed through a number of other hut accommodation, along the beech and then like an oasis before us was the worlds most rickety bridge to our accommodation… that said had we fallen the 2 meter off the bridge I am sure we would have been fine.

Of course the location was idyllic and the owner was at pains to tell us that it was a quiet area… James had a knowing smile at this point. James and Mia go to there allocated huts and I sort out the paperwork at which point I hear a palative call of “Luke come here.” Thinking James was going to complain about the quality of the bed or something I did not rush but upon getting there James had fear in his eyes and was staring at a FROG. I was pressed into frog clearance duty, followed by investigating the bed, floor sheets for any other creepy crawlys. After checking the mosquito net or holes adding our net and securing with an elastic band James was partially placated but he was not too happy so we opted for a beer overlooking the sea. After a relaxing hour we heard an almighty crash and a full size money jumps from the tree, onto the floor through the compound and back into the jungle. This resulted in a mixture of fear, interest and kinship in James and much hilarity for Mia and I.

6/3/11

Taking it easy we rose late, sat on the beech, ate and relaxed. The food was good the scenery stunning and the bee tasty. Would write more but we really did naff all on this beautiful coast.

7/3/11

Again a late start followed by more curry for lunch. At the time of writing we are strenuously considering doing something but so far the closest we have got to actually doing anything is to book a trek in the jungle for the day after next…