The women who saved me at the airport.

My new Swedish friend. We had a nice dinner together my last night in Kovalam.

The view from my balcony :)

The view from my bed :)

Kovalam Lighthouse

Me on top of the Lighthouse. Very windy and scary steps.

My bike broke

On the harbor, while I was taking pictures, the front wheel collapsed. All the 3 fishermen next to me looked at me and laughed. I blushed and laughed as well. But I did not feel like going into town any more with this bike. It was crazy warm weather. 

Luckily there where some nice goats to look at on the way home. I did not dare to take picture of the local people living in some huts. Thay where all starring and waving at me. Loads of children running around me wanting a school pen or two.

On the harbour in fish town

This is where I wanted to go. Met many people when i stopped to take pictures. Where you from? Norway. Tried to look away. What your name? Solvee Are you married? Yes! Kids? Yes. ........ Bike away.

On the way to fish town

I got a bit lost, dead end road.

Bike trip to fishtown.

After 2 hours waiting in the morning, the promised bike showed up, correction... its called cycle, if you say bike you will get a Motor-bike.

Kovalam

I arrived 4am, my plan was to got to Varkala, I had arranged by e-mail that one dude from a guesthouse, not want to mention the name of the place, was going to pick me up and drive me there. Could not see anyone looking for me in the arrival hall. Only 200 Indians starring at me. Felt a bit lost and tired. Luckily I had med a Swedish elderly women that had someone to drive her to where she was going. So I went with her and ended up in Kovalam 5am in the morning. I could not care less about where to sleep, but the guesthouse she had stayed at before was lovely. As i wrote on facebook: It was amazing to watch the ocean from my bed, a huge balcony and fresh wind through the window. Wanted to stay 2 nights, but ended up staying there 3 nights. Not many tourists in town, the more eager they are to sell me stuff. The first two sellers was hard to say no to, but then it just got annoying. A women tried to sell me fruits, i said one banana, then she peeled two mangoes, and forsed me to taste. Was good, but  I was more concerned about her dirty hands and knife, so i only ate 2 bites. She charged me 200 Rupees. I understood that was too much, but I had no Idea about the normal price of a mango. I had to ask someone on the street, they told me 30 Rs. She got angry at them, screaming so that thr whole street was looking. I gave her 100RS. And ran away. Was more relaxing to lay on my balcony reading my book than being hazarded on the streets the first day.