Well, I'm here, and safe, and it's bloody hot. And humid. Sitting upstairs in an internet cafe in Fort Cochin in Kerala, having just wandered up and down the beach front looking at all the fish that have just been landed with the famous chinese fishing nets. Nice to be out in Cochin, where it's a bit less hectic than Mumbai. Arriving was something else. Wall of heat, a million security guards with big guns and even bigger moustaches (very big on taches in India, I've discovered), then straight into the cab and a 40 minute drive, starting with about twenty minutes worth of roadside slums. The traffic is pretty interesting too. Each and every foot of roadspace is covered with a mixture of auto rickshaws (think - mopeds with an extra wheel and a roof),
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