Ernakulam

The trip from Kochi airport to Ernakulam went by in a state of deep sleep in the back of a taxi. The only thing I remember is that the trip took some time. I remember waking up a couple of times and looking at my dilapidated watch, wondering why the numbers still stayed the same.

My stay at my Aunt's house was really short. Just enough time for dinner and a shower. The only thing I did besides talk to her and pick up some stuff was look for the timing of the next train out of there.

Except for the two taxis that shuttled me to and from my aunt's house, I really didn't interact enough with Ernakulam to tap into its uniqueness. On the way to Aluva train station by taxi from my aunt's house, there was a pretty major incident. I am still debating about whether I want to write up about it here or on my other blog. It involves an accident out of which I helped free a man. I'm actually wondering if I should write about it at all.

A stranger's blood on my hands, I bought a ticket and waited on Platform 3 of Aluva station to catch my train to Kozhikode.