An event sprung up that involved a number of my friends driving down to the south western shore of Kochi to camp and frolic in the waves. I signed on as a driver of ‘the fun car’ and we went to make some memories. We had some real difficulties getting down there, which included us having car troubles and having to go back, costing us several hours. We were eventually on the road and when we arrived it was about dinner time. We lost an afternoon to the vehicular hardships, but we were still able to get in the water and enjoy some large waves.
I was really satisfied with the waves, and the evening kicked off with some body surfing. There were already a number of friends there and plenty large waves, so we just changed and got ourselves over there. The sun soon started setting over the mountains behind us and turned the sky a terrific orange. As the glow faded, the outline of the mountains took on an aura of its own. None of us had a camera at that time, so you will only have to imagine how nice it was. Swimming until it was the dark in the not-quite-cool water was fantastic.
Back at the campsite, we got everything sorted for the evening’s fun. My car has shown up with almost no preparation, no camping gear, no BBQ equipment or anything. I just slept in my car along with Saad, which was just fine. Long before the night gave way to sleep, we had to do some camp things, like singing songs around a fire. I put my pyrotechnical skills to use and took responsibility for the fire. Not wanting to pay for wood, we sent a search party out into a grove of trees and came back with enough to keep us warm for a while. Everything was a bit damp, but we were able to make it work well enough.
About the time our fire was dying down, our noise levels and fervor started to bother some of the other campers, so we took the rumpus to the beach. Under the light of the full moon, most of us took a dip in the still great waves and other surfed late into the night. The beach belonged to no one but us.
When we returned to the campsite, we traded our dying embers for the amusement and company of some Japanese guys a little ways over. It wasn’t the fire envy that drew us over though, it was in fact the soothing sound of a didgeridoo. I had never seen one of these things, let alone played one, and to assume that a didgeridoo owner was worth talking to was likely a safe bet.
I was not good at creating the tonal fluctuations, but it was fun to try
I led the way over there, but the rest of for foreigner contingent slowly migrated as well. Later, more conventional instruments came out and I was able to demonstrate my diminishing knowledge of guitar chords. The hosts eventually went to bed, and then I closed out the night by chatting with some Canadian guy before crashing in my car as well.
The next morning was a bit slow, and I took joy in sleeping past noon. When I did finally come to, we got some food from a taco stall and spent some time sitting on a wall and enjoying the beach. At some point the comment was made that I looked reminiscent of Waldo (Wally), which led to my adorning of their props and humoring their need for photos.
The shirt is on backwards
After lazing about on the wall and near the water’s edge, murmurs of getting back in for some swimming or surfing began circulating. The waves on this day were not as dynamic as the day before, and the weather wasn’t all that great either. In the end, rather than getting wet and sandy again, we opted to get wet while packing up in the rain. Making tracks a bit earlier than originally planned sounded pretty good, especially with work the next day.
We set off, splitting out time between the toll laden freeways and time consuming back roads. We got off in Otoyo where we saw the same massive tree I had seen before and then snaked thorough the mountains along the river. The skies were soon dark, but the conversation was very much worthy of the ‘fun car’ billing. My remaining weekends are precious and it is not likely that I’ll be able to double up any of my destinations, but this one was well well worth it.