Fort Cochin, India (Part 2 of 3)
Four years since its narrow defeat, the Communist Party of India-Marxist’s red and white flags flap wildly in the Keralan wind. Out of power in the state that proclaims itself “God’s own country”, but very much alive.
We arrived in Kerala from dusty, hot Tamil Nadu. Driving out of the grasslands into the clear, cool air of the hill stations above Munnar, where the women collecting tea leaves, receive, in addition to their wages, employer-provided housing, healthcare and education for their children.
We came to see the social-democratic state that is secretly envied by Indians.
Covering the southwestern tip of the country, Kerala is considered the most-advanced, people-centered and least-corrupt state in India. A description published in Forbes magazine. It is a capitalist system, built on a foundation that includes communism and christianity.
My last trip to India in 1998 began in Delhi, home-base for the more anarchic north. A place where people compete with cows for living space on street corners and curbs. Everything, planning the route, securing transportation and accommodation in the controlled chaos, was more difficult than I anticipated. It was exhausting.
Compared to India, American capitalism is for sissies. In India everyone’s job is to separate you, the wealthy Western tourist, from your cash. I laughed when I heard the General Manager of the five-star Taj Mumbai, in the documentary Hotel, say that in India “guest is God. Frankly, we never say no to anything.” That’s the truth. For these billion people, you the guest are God. And while you are their priority, their survival means more. Promises will be made, ask for it and someone will promise it, but guarantees should not be expected. The traveler must be on her toes at all times, separating fact from fiction and deciding who can be trusted. It is mentally, sometimes physically, draining work. In the end you will have paid, but you might not have the service or product that you expected.
Travelers call Kerala India 101, but I wasn’t convinced. This time, scouring the comments in the New York Times travel section, I found India Someday. Highly-recommended, the Mumbai-based travel agency is a cross between a guide book and a tour company. We gave Abbas Slatewalla, who studied in Utah, our budget and our ideas. India Someday planned the route, suggested hotels, made the bookings and vetted and secured our drivers. All by email. Abbas’s staff was available by phone and email. We had one confusion over a taxi fare and Abbas was reached by phone and the issue was quickly solved. His service was exemplary.
A trading state since 3,000 BC, Kerala’s economic ascendance began with the spice trade. Just one acre of cardamon, the world’s third most expensive spice after vanilla and saffron, can support a family, even a village. Kerala has had enormous outside influence. The Dutch arrived in the 1600s, followed by Portugese and British. Today the economy includes agriculture, technology and tourism. Since the mid-1950s, voters have demanded benefits for workers, including education, public healthcare, trade unions and a women’s movement, creating educated, socially-conscious locals.
Our first stop was Munnar, the home of tea, and the homestay owned by the charming Joseph family, Tomy, his wife Rajee and their three sons. The oldest is studying for an MBA, the middle son will be an accountant and the youngest, he doesn’t know yet. In addition to its five guest rooms, the Rose Garden is a working garden with cash crops. Tomy Joseph is a botanist. Concerned about the availability of water for his crops, he dug a seven million liter holding tank on his property to collect rainy season runoff.
India, like many democratic countries, including the U.S. and Canada, has seen a trend over the past twenty years toward electing conservative governments. The influence of the left has waned in India as well, say political observers. Since the mid-1950s, leftist and left-influenced governments have created in Kerala, a state that boasts a 94% literacy rate, against 65% nationally and an 87% literacy rate for women, three times the 33% national rate. The state of 60% Hindus, 20% Muslims and 20% Christians has largely sidestepped the clashes of other parts of India, mired in crushing poverty, proving the best cure for extremism is an educated, thriving middle-class.
But there are complaints.The most pressing is a high unemployment rate, as high as 25%, coupled with a highly-educated, young population. The young complain that parents still have too much influence on their futures. “When you are born, your father looks at you and says ‘you I will make an engineer,’” Allwyn, the owner of Marari Dreamz, a beach community homestay told me. He left science for the tourism industry. His wife Jency created the best food that we ate in India. The most creative combinations of local ingredients that we have eaten anywhere in the world. Imagine crab with cinnamon.
Restaurant, hotel and service business owners complain they cannot find reliable workers. “The tourists are punctual,” said the owners of a Kumali homestay, near the Periyar Wildlife Preserve. “The Indians are not.”
Keralytes talk of corruption and nepotism and say change does not come quickly enough, and that more can be done. It’s the 21st century global lament, those in power are serving the interests of the few, the wealthy and largest corporations. Those on the lower rungs of the economic ladder, who pay the lions’ share of taxes feel forgotten.
Our last view of Kerala and its people came in the famed Backwaters. We booked two surprisingly touristy, and expensive, but enjoyable water tours. The first was a covered long boat. We spent three hours traveling the small canals seeing villages living as they have for centuries on the waters edge, washing, cooking next to the canals. Many of the houses now made of concrete block with aluminum roofing. We searched for the iridescent and brilliant blue Eurasian Kingfishers. The boat was arranged by our homestay, the Backwater Heritage Homestay, where the owner, father to an American-based nurse-daughter, told us one of his regular guests is Arundhati Roy, author of the God of Small Things.
The other water excursion, an overnight houseboat tour on the giant lakes off the Arabian Sea with Eco Trails Kerala. We joined a conga-line of handcrafted kettuvallams, anjali wood hulled crafts with air conditioned bedrooms, capped with a vaulted roofs woven out of palm leaves through the Backwaters. Our boat carried a crew of three, driver, cook and generalist, who’s job was to speak English and chat about his life, the area and Kerala.
Our final stop was the Old Harbour Hotel in Fort Cochin, a restored 300-year old building. We walked along the seawall, joining middle-class Indian families shopping in the marketplace and watched the Chinese fishing nets. The system, fixed on land, requires a crew of six, and uses a cantilever to drop the nets into the water. It is a beautiful process, like watching a dance, to see the nets lowered to the water and rise again.
Our one-month visit was $2,500 each. It included in-country airfare, 14-days in cars with drivers, taxis and a short train ride on the historical single-gauge railway through the Nilgiri Mountains to Ooty. We stayed in a range of accommodation from family homestays to upmarket hotels. In one in Thanjavur, like old colonialists, we sat on the veranda for dinner, uncomfortably watching Indian men shovel river sand into oxen-powered carts to be sold at construction sites. Our monthly cost included meals, generous tips to everyone that moved, plus donations at temples and $50 US to our second driver who was rear-ended by a motorcycle. Knowing how carriers treat drivers, even in the U.S., regardless of fault, we didn’t want him to lose a chunk of his weekly wages, about 200 Rupees ($8) per day, for a repair that was not his fault. Our final tally also included shopping and our fees to India Someday. We bought Indian bangles and pashmina and silk shawls, hand-crafted bronze figurines and hand-painted-with-flower-petals artwork.
We could have easily halved the cost by booking ourselves online, using more two- and three-star hotels and homestays and traveling by train and bus. But that’s work.
Kerala is India 101. The beginners introduction to an intriguing and disturbing country of inspiring people. It forces an introspection like no other place I’ve been. And it confirms that we are all the same, with the same desires of home and happiness.
Gallery: Kerala, India