Varkala was a chance for us to relax, to unpack for a bit ( see what clothes I had forgotten about) and just chill.
Chill…ahhh. So I thought a good thing to do would be to get a nice…relaxing massage…
I found a place and they talked me into having a head massage too…wonderful I thought.Errrr…it was not quite what I had in mind…
Basically, the head massage consisted of a lot of hair pulling, head scratching and general all round yanking of my head! Awful.
I’m sorry but who told the people of Varkala that this felt good? I know they do this all over the place because after this happened I saw several people pulling faces whilst their head was being yanked all over the place!
I to tell her to stop after 5 minutes as I couldn’t take it any longer. ( Later, Sarah told me she let them carry on ‘massaging’ her head for 20 minutes- OMG…that girl has the patience of a saint and the pain threshold of a warrior I say!)
After the head she moved onto my back…it wasn’t too bad but the pillow was like a block of concrete which I think was the cause of the crick in my neck…live n learn.
After this I moved onto torture…that kind I had signed up for…
Now, I wasn’t going to mention this on my blog as I’m not sure you should disclose everything…but I’ve decided it was funny in a ‘ I guess you had to be there way’ and also for information to other women who may visit a beauticians whilst in India…you just never know…the following information could prove useful…and also my friend Louise told me to!
So…I went for a bikini wax…’ how bad could it be right?’
Actually, it was fine. No pain at all. No torture.This may have something to do with one of three things:
1.Could it be the fact that… as I was in India and of course there is absolutely no privacy…at least 6 or 7 people passed by and said hello and came in for a chat whilst I’m lying on the bed…this certainly distracted me from any pain as embarrassment took over…
2. OR…Was it the lovely ‘ face cream’ that she used before the wax? Mmmm
3. Or…Was it the use of threading to assist that surprised me so much…that there was no pain. Think about it…threading? (if you don’t know what threading is ask a girl who does)
After all this…i needed a drink…
At the bottom of my rucksack I found my ‘wear 6 ways’ dress…perfect for a night out around the cliff top bars of Varkala!
Some of us met up for dinner and I was in the mood…the mood for alcoholic beverages!
There was me, Sarah and Marge and then Will & Carol and Dave. I should mention that it was Valentines evening and this was the night when Marge and Dave started eyeing each other up over the table…and drinking out of the same glass with straws…oh the romance!
On the menu there was lots of cocktails ” I’ll have one of those please!” I said…it was my first of 3 during dinner. Marge also brought with her a bottle of gin, so we all got tonic too…and I had one of those, ( what’s with me drinking gin and beer? Wonders never cease I tell you) the boys had beer as well.
At this point I should mention that drinking wasn’t really allowed in Varkala as we were in a dry state…as they say. So, it’s ok to drink cocktails as they look like juice but beer comes with a large mug ( so you look like you are drinking tea…)and the bottle is wrapped in newspaper and when it’s not being poured it must be placed on the floor…very sophisticated you know…
After a wonderful chicken Biriyani, we left to join the others in one of the bars…
Now, I’m not going to ramble on about the details…but let’s just say I drank many more cocktails, talked to nearly everyone in the bar, danced like a crazy person and well I was…totally pissed!
On the way home various funny incidents occurred including me telling a security guard he must unlock the fridge and give me water or I might die…and he wouldn’t want my death on his conscience… well he did open the fridge and saved me ( I’m not a drama queen at all!) I believe there is some photographic evidence of this …somewhere…oh dear…
Needless to say, the next day was pretty much a write off as I was destroyed.
During my time in Varkala I spent some time chilling at the pool, some time browsing the Tibetan markets( yes a lot of Tibetan and Nepalese people live and work here) and some time eating delicious food. I’ve even eaten salads washed in local water and I’m not bothered about the water anymore…( Did I mention I’ve brushed my teeth in the water for weeks…) and also just staring out over the cliffs and onto the beautiful big beach…
On our last evening we went to see the local traditional dancers of Kerala. The Kathakali dancers.
The costumes and in particular the make up used are unique to the area. They are bright and bold and just a little bit scary!
We watched the performance and although at times some of the noises startled me, I quite enjoyed it.
As we walked back to the hotel that evening someone shouted my name… When I turned around it was someone from the bar the night before. ” you were memorable” he said, when I asked how he knew my name.
I wondered if it was because of my unique ‘wear 6 ways’ dress…errr no…it was because I was loud, bold and a little bit scary…a little bit like a Kathakali dancer…..ahhhhYaaaa!