C'était un jour de cette semaine, à Kodaikanal, une ville climatique dont l'aménagement date surtout de l'époque coloniale, à 2000 mètres d'altitude, destination aimée des indiens, romantique pour les jeunes mariés et tranquille pour les familles en recherche de fraicheur. Un jour identique à aucun autre, comme tous ici, surprenant et un peu fou à souhait.
Perhaps more than telling the whole story, some sort of day chronicles appear to be my favorite way of writing feelings and details of our experience and how we move around the time in this crazy and charming country.
This week, it was a day, in Kodaikanal, a climatic city from the time of the English "occupation", such a romatntic place at 2000 asl. It was one day just different from the others as everyday, it says, full of surprise and so many things to learn.
Woke up a t 5:30, because of the 50's member family who is already ready to begin the celebration of prayer's day they came to organize (a Christian one)... But how to be sad in front of their smiles? Just perhaps a bit suprised as they want to get into our room to take some pictures of the kids...
They sing, they pray, with a loud sound system (as always for us it is soooooloud!). We play and draw a bit and meet the children, then the parents come and take some picture of us (ten or twelve times...) and go for a prayers'meeting, which is going to go for 4 hours...
This morning, the water pipe is broken, so we do not really wash. All is adaptation here, we take it as it comes... In the middle of the morning we walk to the lake, 15 minutes walking from our room, and on the road, we eat some bread omelette, sweet corn and little samosa. When they say it is not spicy, well it is jut very strong for us. Generally, I ask for "no massala", as my little ones are a bit fed up now with hot spices...
Nous voilà en pédalo sur le lac, des pédalos qui datent d'une autre époque, celle de la colonie anglaise, ce qui ajoute un charme vintage tout à fait plaisant au site. Nous cherchons les petits canards, les hérons et les cormorans sur le lac, dans les petites zones humides en bordure, en faisant des bulles sur l'eau.
Here we are, on the vintage pedalo, from the English period, which add a charming harmony to the site. We watch the ducks, cormorans and other birds of the wet zones around. Our great activity is to make bubbles on the water.
A little pic-nic at the local Bryant Park (we need to pay to get in, but it is the only quiet place in town, where there is no cars - and they are driving so close to people walking, so that's nice). A nice shadowed place, but as soon as we arrive, a lot of families come to see us and ask if they can take a picture with them. After 15 families or so, we are a littel fed up beeing taken in photo!!!
Then it is nap time for lili, we head back to the hostel. For issa and louise, it is time to work a little bit. But what can be the concentration when so many people are around?