Maldives and Kerala (India)

Hello dear English-speaking friends and readers! Your most beloved blogger and photographer is back! From the Sri Lanka airport where we left last time, I flew to the Maldives.

Yes, maybe Maldives is not the place you would most expect from that proletarian fighter you are used to know me, but as I said in the first post about this last trip I have a bonus of 1250 euros to use in flights and due to the relative proximity to Sri Lanka it seemed logical to make a short trip. Moreover, since few years there is a new legislation that allows guesthouses and small hotels, so it is not necessary to go in luxury resorts. And anyway, don’t stress me, it is true that is a posh place but I wanted to visit it anyway.

I’ve been there for a week. Since I organized well before going, it did not cost me an astronomical price, although obviously compared to Sri Lanka it is much more expensive.

The Maldives is an archipelago of almost 1200 islands, mostly of them very small, of which about 200 are inhabited. The inhabitants are about 400,000, coming mainly by migrations from Sri Lanka and South India around the fifth century. From the eleventh century, they converted to Islam, becoming a sultanate. In 1887 it became a protectorate of the Perfidious Albion (or UK), until independence in 1965. In the following decades the country was governed in a totalitarian manner by President Gayoom, who prevented any opposition until 2008, when, after continuous protests, he had to accept direct presidential elections that were won by opposition leader Nasheed. In 2012, Nasheed was overthrown by a coup, supported, as almost always by the coup d’etat, by the United States and in this moment there is a confused and precarious democracy.

Since the two main parties are strongly Islamic, so is legislation. For example, no one can be given citizenship if it is not of Muslim faith, tourists can only go to some specific beaches (called “bikini beach”) if they do not want to swim fully dressed and alcohol is not for sale (apart from within some resorts).

Apart from Malé, the capital, near to the airport, I visited two islands: Thoddoo, north-west of Malé, and Maafushi, a little south of Malé.


In Thoddoo. And how could I not love it? This spectacular sea, from emerald green to light blue is due to the coral reef that creates a sort of natural pool.


Orsi, an Hungarian girl, reading a book that at least from the title seems interesting. She took a photo of me on the swing in the sea that was a success on Facebook.


Women on scooter.


The capital of Maldive, Malé.


A fishermen boat in Malé port.


A beach in Maafushi, the other island I visited. In general, I liked it less than Thoddoo because it is less green and they are building monstrous concrete structures. However, it offers more activities and has many bars and restaurants.


Maldivian women go for a swim in a non-bikini beach.


As I said, they swim fully dressed.




Ladies walking.


After being soaked in turquoise water for a week, I left Maldives and I flew to: Kerala in India. It is the third time I come in India. The first time, in 1996, for a short trip to the north and the second time, between 2013 and 2014, for a journey of almost 6 months to the south, most of the time lazing in Goa.

This time, as I said, I came to Kerala, a state in south-west. Nicknamed “the God’s Own Country” has a very ancient history and it is mentioned already in 3000 BCE in Sumerian registers as the “Garden of Spices”. The Kerala spice trade attracted all the great powers: Babylonians, Assyrians, Arabs, Egyptians, Phoenicians, Greeks, Chinese, Romans, etc … and local literature of the time tells of the Roman ships arriving in the port of Muziris (of which it is unknown the precise location, probably it was near Kochi) full of gold and leaving full of pepper.

It is also called the “Red stronghold” because is often governed by the Communist party that here has the majority since several decades. And the results are evident: higher literacy rates in India (over 90%), lower corruption, lower poverty, lower economic disparities, and in general a lower social hierarchy that in India is generally still very strong due to the caste heritage. There is also a great religious tolerance, in fact with the Hindu majority peacefully cohabit Muslims and Christians.


Chinese fishing nets in Fort Kochi.These nets are stationary and are lowered and raised using a weight system. It is very likely that the name Kochi (also known as Cochin) is due to these nets, “Co-chin” (“like in China”).


Other Chinese fishing nets. Fort Kochi has always been a very important port, point of passage of sailors from all over the world.


Inside Fort Kochi many old houses have been converted into guesthouses, restaurants, shops etc… This was my room and I didn’t understand the reason many tourists came to take pictures of the house from the street. I asked the owner and he replied “Don’t you know?! This is the house where Vasco de Gama died 500 years ago!” (Vasco da Gama, Portuguese explorer, was the first European to reach India by sea, in 1498, circumnavigating Africa and making the crossing from Malindi. He died of malaria on December 24, 1524 during his third trip to India).
The owner didn’t know in which room he died (actually I checked after and it is not totally sure he died in this house), but it may have been this room. So, an historic room: not only probably Vasco de Gama died there, but also slept (thankfully awakening) Dekaro! And now I give you a prophecy: in 500 years the reason the tourists will take pictures will be because the good Dekaro once slept there. Eeeeeeehhhh… Ok, ok, I admit that I was a little carried away by enthusiasm. You, however, always merciless, never that give me a joy.


A factory where clothes, mostly coming from hotels, are washed by hand.


A lady is ironing with a heavy old iron powered by coal.




In India it is easy to find yourself in the middle of religious festivals. In this case it was the “Pooram Gajamela”, the festival of elephants, where a (poor) elephant is carried in procession through the streets and alleys of the city accompanied by music of drums and trumpets


Believers wait for the passage of the elephant, to which they will offer coconuts, bananas and other fruit.


Elephant eye.


Family looks at the passing elephant.




Since the two men on the back of the pachyderm were dangerously poised, they often grasped to the electricity wires. No much desire to live that day.


It seems that touching the elephant’s belly brings good luck. A belly-hit against the wall a little less.


Child behind the elephant.


A short visit to Kerala’s comrades.


Ok, see you in two or three weeks for new stories and photos of Kerala and next place, still in India. :-)

Sri Lanka – Second Part

Hello friends and faithful readers of the blog! I’m back for the second part on Sri Lanka.

I put the photos straight away and I’ll tell you.

Tourists goes towards the rock-fortress Sygiria, probably the most famous archaeological site in Sri Lanka. From the third century BC Buddhist monks settled in the caves of the rock. At the end of the fifth century the royal residence was established for a couple of decades at the top of the rock. After, it returned to be a monastery until the thirteenth century, after which it was abandoned and forgotten, swallowed by the forest.
Here below there were the gardens, with pools and fountains irrigated by a complex water system.


A monkey on the climb to the rock. Still today along the way are visible some splendid paintings (it was not allowed to take pictures) that once covered most of the rock face.


Two large lion paws are carved on the sides of the entrance to the top of the rock, also called the “Lion’s Rock”.


Schoolgirls observe the panorama from the top of the rock, where once there was the royal residence.




The great stupa Rankot Vihara in the ancient city of Polonnaruwa.
Polonnaruwa was chosen as the capital by the Chola, Tamils from South India, when they invaded the island in the 10th century. When, after about a century, the Cholas were driven out, Polonnaruwa remained the capital of the Sri Lankan kingdom for about two centuries (XI – XIII), during which it reached its peak as a political, religious and trading center. In the following centuries it declined until it was swallowed by the forest.
The ruins cover a fairly wide area (I visited it by bike) and consist of the royal palace area, a pair of Hindu temples dedicated to Shiva built by the Cholas and several Buddhist temples.


Old ladies come down from the “Vatadage”, a circular complex with four entrances, each with a statue of Buddha.


The stupa Kiri Vihara (White milk).


Fishermen on the beach of Kalkudah, on the east coast. As I said in the previous post, the eastern area suffered particularly the civil war, which ended only a decade ago, and was also devastated by the tsunami of 2004. For this reason tourism has not yet developed fully compared to the rest of Sri Lanka. On the other hand you can find deserted beaches such as this in Kalkudah, several kilometers long.


Further north on the east coast there is the town of Trincomalee. This is the “Pathirakali Amman” temple dedicated to the Goddess Bhadrakali. As you know in Hinduism gods and goddess are often particular manifestations of greater divinities. In this case Bhadrakali is a manifestation of the Goddess Parashakti, absolute reality, eternal and unlimited energy that transcends any form and concept. She also manifests herself as Shiva’s wife in the forms of Durga, Parvati, or the terrible Kali (the Time that devours everything).


Inside the temple.


At one point a Brahmin began to ring a deafening bell, and after that a door was opened. Inside the room a priest performed a ritual with a flame.


The statues on the ceiling have an almost psychedelic effect, you get lost in the kaleidoscope of images with their millennial symbolism.


Deer roam freely around the city.


College girls.


Excursion with the motorboat to see the whales from Uppuveli (where I was staying). When they come out of the water it’s really exciting, they’re huge.


Another whale tail.


(The focus in the foreground was not intentional, the motorboat was constantly dancing and it was easy to make mistakes, but I like the way it came.)


Finally, I went to Anuradhapura , another ancient capital of Sri Lanka. It has always been one of the main centre of Theravada Buddhism in the world. The ancient city is full of stupas (also called dagobas) and temples.




“In Sri Lanka, there grows to this day, a tree, the oldest historical tree in the world which we know certainly to have been planted as a cutting from the Bodhi tree in the year 245 B.C.”
- H.G. Wells

It was actually planted in 288 BC, and it is true that is the oldest planted tree in the world with a known planting date. It is said to come directly from the Indian tree where Buddha reached the Enlightenment.


On the peak of Minthale , a few kilometers from Anuradhapura. It is a Buddhist pilgrimage site with a spectacular view of the surrounding plains.


Devotees pray before the great main Stupa. In the background you can see the Aradhana Gala rock from which I took the previous photo.


On the train from Anuradhapura to Colombo there was only one free seat left but it was reserved “for clergy”. I pretended I didn’t see it and I sat down. Anyway, I have given so much space to Buddhism in these last two posts that I think I deserve at least one seat on the train. The novice next to me seemed promising but I think he was too much on WhatsApp. This is not the way to reach Nirvana.


Now I’m at Colombo airport leaving Sri Lanka for the next destination, that maybe will surprise you a little…