First days in Kerala
The first thing one notices flying into
Trivandrum is the dominance of the palm tree. Everything is green and lush. Then
you step off the airplane--not into an air conditioned jetway, but down steps
and onto the tarmac--and the heat and humidity hit you. It's only been about 30
degrees (roughly 86 degrees Fahrenheit), but with the humidity it feels
oppressively hot.
The view from the balcony of our room in the Wild
Palms guesthouse illustrates how lush it is. We're in the tropics, after all;
well below the tropic of cancer, though thankfully still some degrees of
latitude from the
equator.
Friday afternoon we settled into the
guesthouse and the humidity before heading to TVM's main road--Mahatma Gandhi or
'MG' Road. There we found the travel agency, Aries Travel, that had been helping
us. They directed us to shopping and ice cream, and arranged for us to visit an
apartment in a high rise in the city on Saturday. We ate dinner at the
guesthouse Friday night, then occupied Claire and Luc for a while with a DVD.
Saturday morning, Rajan, the uncle of
a friend of a colleague of mine from USF (in India, it's all about contacts, no
matter how distant the connection), took us to see a house for rent in a
"complex" a ways from the center of Trivandrum. We were quite impressed with the
house itself. In fact, it's more space than we need. And the neighbors we were
introduced to were extremely nice and seemed enthusiastic about our moving in.
The main problem, aside from the pool we had been told about being unswimmable,
is the distance of the house from Trivandrum itself. It's about 20 km distant,
and reachable only by car. My work will take me all over Kerala (and beyond), so
being close to TVM is not necessarily essential. Our concern had to do with
feeling trapped in what is essentially a western-style gated community. We
became convinced while looking at the house that we could deal with the
transportation issue (perhaps by buying a car and hiring a driver), and so
verbally committed to the landlady (who is the wife of the former Indian
ambassador to the U.S., among other places).
That afternoon we returned to Aries
Travel to pay them for our air tickets and the transfer from the airport.
Sarita, who runs Aries with her husband Rajiv, explained that she had hoped we
would look at an apartment she had found for us right in the city. After much
anxiety, mostly on my part out of concern for having committed to the first
place we saw, we decided we would go and look at this apartment. All of our
concerns about living right in the city (which we had concocted in order to
convince ourselves that living in the "suburbs" would be acceptable, sounded
like they would be made irrelevant by the particular apartment we were going to
see. Namely, our concerns had to do with what we had experienced so far of TVM.
First, MG Rd. has no sidewalks and heavy traffic, so getting around by foot is
highly unpleasant and even dangerous. Second, if we were living in an apartment
in the city, especially one in a high rise, we'd be limited in terms of outdoor
activities for the kids. It's just not feasible to step outside and be in a safe
place for them to play. Third, we'd still need a car to get around (related to
my first point), so we'd be hiring a car whenever we needed to go
anywhere.But Sarita explained that the
apartment she wanted to show us was very near the zoo, so activities for the
kids would be possible, and it had a pool. Rent was 16,000 Rs compared to 20,000
for the house. So we went and looked at the apartment, which was a good thing,
because it confirmed our original decision. The apartment building was near the
zoo and botanical gardens, but across a busy road from them and not easy to walk
to. There was also a pool, but it didn't look much better than the one at the
house. The apartment itself was on the ninth floor. It had three bedrooms, but
outside the bedrooms there was very little space. Marion and I both sensed we'd
soon feel cramped. The apartment also had a dingy feel, was dark, and painted
pretty odd and unappealing colors.So
we had the rickshaw take us to Pizza Corner for dinner and then went back to the
guesthouse feeling pretty good about the decision to rent the house in the
'burbs.
Posted: Sun - December
18, 2005 at 06:21 PM
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