We decided to end our land ordeals mountain ranges of Kerala and decided to change the situation on vodyanystishu. So in the morning, collecting things, we went towards Alapi, she Alappuzha, she Alleppey — India's version of Venice.
But with photos of abuse should not, because if you and your camera will get the attention of the Indian teenager from surrounding neighborhoods you will catch all Indians are under 18 years:
At this time in Indian schools is an annual day of school (Annual day), which marks the beginning of a new semester. Day, which combines laughter, tears of sorrow, hard work and is the starting point to the most anticipated day of the year — the end of the school year. We just could not stay away such an important event in the lives of young Indians, so decided to personally congratulate the students.
By the way, this whole school building. In the learning time is divided into classes by using blinds, curtains and screens. On the right wall you can see the board:
Such measures, as usual, accompanied by grandiloquent speeches about the importance of education and negligibility people without education:
After the speech, the wisest teacher of the floor was given honorary guests of the festival, that is us. We respectful speech and long words confirmed the previous speaker.
After the official part we went to a scheduled photo session. The older girls were very shy, or perhaps married, but younger posed for the camera with pleasure.
Unfortunately, we had very little time and we could not stay for further celebration is heartfelt goodbye with students, went further.
On leaving the building we noticed a curious document — a list of the members of the school management. But much more interesting list of commissioners was this maloprymitna Poster right — that organization provides students all over India free food:
After a light lunch we continued on his way. Road to the attention of Indian billboards fall, which, by today some local Indian tradition, made to hang on the trees:
The first patrol vyyavvyv indifference to us, but on the second post we nevertheless stopped. It turned out that our driver had no time to re-register some documents, so I had to stand in line to get a receipt for payment of the fine. A little unusual feeling, because our cops indyvidualnishyy and flexible approach to the "clients". Indian inspectors are as follows: several officers stopped cars with his bare hands, followed by verification of documents and, if found in violation, the perpetrator is in line for a fine. The most common violation — riding a motorcycle without a helmet. Fines for speed mode are not provided, we explained — the Indian motorways “no speed limit”. In Indian drivers have their etiquette, just like us, they warn each other about the presence of posts, lights flashing. The corruption scheme is also very similar to ours — if you do not want to bother trekking to the court and pay a fine, the Indian police responsive offer free you from this amount of time for a little baksheesh, which is usually half the cost of the fine.
Wait your turn and received the coveted check, we went on our way further mountain serpentine. On the way we stopped the brother of our Indian friend:
It turned out that this fellow has a nice Indian decent size library in which there are many and Russian literature. He said that he had read all of Pushkin, Lermontov, Dostoevsky, but, of course, in the English version. Now he wants to learn Russian and read works in the original. All plants and trees in the garden meticulously signed, just for yourself:
Nakupyvshy bags full of food, we went to our Indian lady, which was to transform our luggage a wonderful dinner. By the way, if you dine at a party, then most likely you will have to sit at the table alone, because India is not taken with the guests eat together. You can, of course, to try to persuade hospitable hosts share a meal with you, but it can not always. While preparing dinner, we examined the little neighborhood.
Rice field — is essentially the swamp, which is created in areas flooded with water. Next stuck in this swamp rice seedlings that Indian farmers carefully fertilize and weed.
In rice fields, our small village found another interesting place. One enterprising Indian turned his farm into a true tourist park, which many would envy our Gorky Park. Passing tourists often deny myself the pleasure to visit this place to quietly sit in cozy cafes that are located among the pineapple fields:
The next day our trip ended. Nalyubuvavshys event, we went to dinner. In the next issue, read about the journey of an Indian Venice and the famous canals of Kerala.