After 18 hours of flight and a 3-hour car ride, we were happy to arrive at my uncle’s house in Kozhencherry. The first thing you feel when you walk off the plane into the airport is the humidity magically materializing between your clothes and your skin. I always look forward to the smell of a distant small fire, too. The sun rose on our drive from the airport, and it was morning.
Then he went to the coconut tree, to coerce some coconuts to the ground with a big stick.
You can read more about our trip on Sajan’s blog.