Ft. Kochi

This is the morning commute Ft. Kochi style. The tiny ferry that the scooters are crowding onto is perhaps the least sea-worthy craft I have ever seen.

The Genetic E. and I watched this from the streets of Fort Kochi in Central Kerala, India.

My attachment to possessions has already diminished, not due to the influence of Indian culture but the benevolence of British Airways. They lost my bag, but not the GE's bag, so we have doubled up and are living out of a single backpack.

This morning, I was awakened at 5:30 by the call to prayer in our Muslim neighborhood. Absolute magic, and a clear indication that we are not in Kansas anymore.

More later, perhaps. Be well, as we are.

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