On our first night in varkala we witnessed a stunning sunset from an open air bar in the main strip. Having not really cottoned on the regular local patterns thus far we forgot to bring out an essential peripheral navigating piss covered back streets at night during the daily powercut... A torch!
So, off we trotted down the perilous mud paths pathetically using my phone for luminesence. Practically unscathed we assumed we were safe. Just as it happens, we were led into our villa by one of the hotel staff using a super bright lantern, coinciding with the exact moment of the year when (what i could gather from later inspection when dead) the local termites grew wings and escaped their mounds to mate in the darkness. Within seconds of getting go our front door a swirling cyclone of fluttering wings and legs entwined into a kamikaze insect death squad buzzing into our ears and face. We made it through the front door only to slam it shut without power and a number of visitors finding their way inside. I found the whole scenario to be hilarious especially when niki, who has a phobia of all things winged and fluttery must have given off the scent of her fear to these creatures who took a liking to her in the dark. Squeaks and squawks ensued like a timid crane was being tickled and tortured at the same time. How i did lol. I managed to clear them out if the villa as well as sweeping four of them who had decided to commit suicide by plastering their wings onto the condensation of our water bottle. The local evil looking cat steadily feasted on the rest. Grim.
ha ha just found your blog and an amusing read it is! especially this post, pass on my regards to your new wife
ReplyDeletekeep on truckin, henry