Choked by the pollution of Ernakulam, we hurried into the folklore museum, a heritage building containing the treasures of Kerala: foetal position burial urns? Check. 'Where the Wild Things Are' style masks? Check. Prehistoric terracotta penises? Of course.
A bizarre, but interesting, collection, it was reassuring to see that a history exists beneath the constant beeping and hassling. However, it was clear the museum was on a downer: the curators offered to sell us some of the displayed items - amazing pieces of gap trash they'd be, Im not sure lugging a 300-year old wooden sculpture around would be ideal.
Post-lunch we took the ferry back to fort kochi, immersed within the locals who have named me "jacky boy". Quite honestly, we had a sensationally lazy rest of day, in anticipation of the following day's madventure.
With love
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