It started in the lush hotel that Mum
and Dad had booked us into as a Christmas present. It was an amazing
place which used to be owned by one of the Jewish families who had
lived in Cochin. After Israel was created many of them left to join
the new state leaving behind some great houses. Sadly many had fallen
into rack and ruin until tourism came along and rescued them. So
there we were sat in the yummy restaurant asking for a beer to go
with the food: “Ha, ha there is no alcohol here.”
We consulted the slightly dated guide
book Helen had leant us. No booze in our hotel at Christmas was a
serious problem we needed an alternative source. A couple of options
presented themselves, we set out to explore.
At place after place they laughed in
our faces. The only places we could find in town to serve us anything
remotely Christmassy came with a five * tag. But it was Christmas so
we settled in to the comfy chairs listened to the Indian band doing
random covers of western songs and ordered another Kingfisher.
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