Kochi part 2

So the others basically stayed up all night singing and dancing in CHarle's room and apparently were very loud. I didn't hear them at all, but seemingly the hotel dude came down a few times to tell them to be quiet and turn down the tunes. This morning at breakfast, Corey was still langered and let out a big WAHOOOO at about 7.30 am in the courtyard. It was fairly loud. Out comes the hotel dude in his towel, (John maintains he was in washing his cohones and was irked at being disturbed midwash), and gives Corey a right good earful - telling him to 'shat ap' and get out. poor auld Corey could just about manage to squeeze the word 'miscommunication' in, in a laidback LEbowski styleee. Then asked yer man if he could have his breakfast. lol. But yer man was having none of it. It became clear to us, that this fella would probably not be up for serving us food, so we legged it across the road for some toast and jam.

note:Kochi is quite touristy and toast and jam are available in abundance.

Poor auld hungover Charles emerged after getting a bollocking from yer man, and we all got bicycles and headed off for another whopper bike ride around the town. This is my favourite way to see stuff in India. There's a little breeze, you see loads of stuff, and you can get off and have a chai whenever you feel like it. We saw some awesomely large Portuguese doors,a bustling market (I'm getting alright at haggling now - I just say ''100 rupees - best price! '' at everything that's above 100 rupees). :D Bill likes to wind people up and if they say 250 rupees, he'll say ''i'll give you 500!'' and they're left going 'eh ok!' while he walks off. :D
We saw goats on wheelbarrows, chinese fishing nets in action, a Murder She Wrote book for sale (but it was 189 rupees and that's extortionate for a bit of Jessica!), colourful fishing boats, the lads doing the laundry in the dobi, the dutch palace which had lots of cool old artefacts in it, an awesome Jewish synagogue (Wouldn't let us take pictures there though), I had a go on the swings in the playground and we saw lots of humerous Indian movie posters.

Had the best omelette of my life in a funky little cafe with art on the walls, ipads in the lounge etc - fierce fancy - reminded me of Ibiza, did a bit of shopping and then headed off for a 21 hour journey by jeep, train, bus, big bus, autorickshaw to Mysore. It was another overnight train but this one wasn't too bad at all. We had a great laugh before bedtime with the usual suspects, John, Clara, Kay, Emily and I managed to get about 5 hours kip on this one in the middle bunk. Not too shabby.