We woke up to another cruise terminal, gray skies and another city… We are entering India today and inside that building we will show so many pieces of paper and documents that I might have given away my first born child….Its all a tremendous amount of stuff to do just to get into this country. We have a 10am tour and therefore are to report to immigration for processing by 9:15…an hour later…we finally get cleared (everyone needs our paperwork, even the military doorman) and head to our bus where we find it has been sent ahead and we will now join another bus that is already loaded to go.. that makes 45 people on this included tour ( it should have been 25) and off we go cramped into submission….
Today we are to see a church, a palace,a synagogue and fishing nets… just heading out of the terminal our attention is drawn to the huge amounts of trash, abandoned buildings and old vehicles left along the roadway.. not the best first impression… But , I remind myself that every country values different things, so cut them some slack….
Again we see the tuk tuk parade waiting for passengers. There does seem to be more scooters here than in Sri Lanka.
Our first stop is at the Mattancherry Palace, also know as the Dutch Palace. It was built in 1545 by the Portuguese as a gift for the king of Cochin. It was built to appease the king after they had plundered a temple nearby.. Vasco da Gama had come there in 1498 and had been welcomed…After that the Rajas of Cochin became attached to the Portuguese..Then the Dutch came and they took over the palace in 1663. The palace is filled with murals depicting the portraits and lives of the Rajas of Cochin.
A lock on windows.. amazing workmanshipEntrance room to the worship place. The floor is tiled with Chinese tiles.
The building was built on land next to the Mattancherry palace on land given to the from the Raja at the time. Inside there are many Hindu influences.On our way to the St Francis Church we saw these guys trying to either repair or steal phone service….When you don’t have a ladder… improvise.
The Church of St. Francis, original burial place of Vasco da Gama. Once again we needed to take off our shoes to enter.
All along the sides of the room, these large cloth fans are hanging. There would be someone pulling the ropes and causing the air to be blown across the seats before there was electric fans.
The burial spot of Vasco da Gama. After 14 years, a relative requested his body be dug up and sent to Portugal for reburial.
The inner worship area
Returning to the ship very hot and very tired,we were treated by a group of instrumental musicians playing traditional instruments. Drums. Horns,strings… all at a volume to break my eardrum! They took their greeting us very seriously and gave us a full on concert!












































