Some friends in our ward here in Bangalore invited us to their daughter's wedding. It was happening during a holiday weekend and in an area we have been wanting to visit, so it was a no-brainer that we would go to Kerala for a few days and attend the wedding.
We left on India's Independence Day and, although we couldn't participate in the festivities, we enjoyed seeing some on our drive to the airport.
It was raining pretty good the next day so we had to change our plans a little bit, but we didn't let it stop us from exploring Kochi. Our first stop was the Santa Cruz Cathedral.
Because of the rain, we stopped at the Indo-Portuguese Museum, but FYI--it wasn't worth the stop. So we tried the Maritime Museum, which would have been mediocre except for the employee that took us around on a tour. He made the complicated history of India's coasts exciting and interesting.
Next we stopped at a beach to check out the view (the walkway was not in the best condition) and then went to the oldest church in Kochi, St. Francis. The church was much prettier from the outside than within.
By then the rain had slowed down and we went to the coast to check out the Chinese fishing nets, which were actually really cool, and then walked around town a bit.
Next we went to see an Indian martial arts show. Imagine a bunch of yoga ninjas and you've got it about right: kicking and fighting, but with some crazy stretches thrown in. I was so enthralled that I didn't take any pictures until it was over.
Next we went to a performance of Kathakali--classical Indian dance--and although it was interesting, it was even better watching the performers get ready.
The next morning we drove down to Alappuzha to take a boat ride on the river back waters. It was so interesting to see all the houses right on the banks of the rivers, many which had been flooded from the recent rains, and the people that lived there. There were river ferries and people--and cows--waiting on docks to catch a ride. There were neighbors calling to each other from across the river. There were workers coming to and from the rice paddies. It was an amazing way to see another part of this country.
After an amazing lunch at a restaurant inside a convenience store (the biryani was one of the best we've ever had), we went to the Kerala Folklore Museum. I'm glad we came here after seeing the kathakali because all the artwork and pictures of the performers made a lot more sense.
Finally it was the wedding day! We drove to Mallappally to the Syrian Orthodox church where the wedding was held. We took our shoes off at the door and someone kindly told us we could sit anywhere (although it became pretty clear once everyone else arrived that men and women were actually supposed to sit on opposite sides of the room). We found another American couple from our ward in Bangalore, along with an Indian member, and we all sat together in the back of the room.
Since it was a Syrian Orthodox ceremony, there was a lot of standing and singing by the priest and chanting back in response. But since this is India, the chanting back was done to a disco-esque soundtrack. About an hour in, the priest said we could all sit down for awhile (we appreciated the few things he said in English so we knew what was going on), but then we all stood back up again. The ceremony was long and the kids were pretty done by the time it was over. I was glad we were sitting by friends that were understanding and willing to entertain CJ.
At the end of the ceremony, everyone left in a hurry to get to the reception center, although the father of the bride made sure to come over and say hello. We chatted for a little while and several people--including the bishop who performed the ceremony--nicely introduced themselves.
We went to the reception center and had appetizers outside (samosas, chicken lollipops and freshly made juices) before going in. Inside was a massive room full of tables, but most of them were already taken. We tried to slip in near the back, but the ushers kept gesturing us forward until we were placed front and center next to the stage.
One of the bridesmaids was the MC and she introduced the family on stage and then we watch as the bride and groom cut the cake (complete with fireworks) and then played a shoe game. The sister of the bride and another bridesmaid sang a duet, and then there was a dance number by members of the wedding party. Pretty epic.
We were cheering and clapping for everything until we realized that we were about the only table that was making any kind of noise. But it didn't take long to figure out why: everyone else was eating! Creamy fish curry, spicy chicken, puffy rice, a selection of chutneys and rolls (and a vegetarian menu served on the upper level) and later some gulab jamun and ice cream for dessert. And the reason behind the lack of applause became pretty clear once we started eating ourselves: no utensils. It's pretty hard to clap when you have food on your fingers! The kids were surprisingly not very excited about eating with their hands, but the photographers thought it was great, and kept taking pictures while I tried to eat gracefully. Luckily, the ice cream was served with a spoon and the servers kept us well supplied with napkins. And, in typical fashion, we all washed our hands as soon as we were done eating. We paid our respects to the bride and groom and just like that, the reception was over.
On our way back, we stopped for one last adventure: a suspension bridge in the middle of the jungle.
It was a great end to a great trip!
We left on India's Independence Day and, although we couldn't participate in the festivities, we enjoyed seeing some on our drive to the airport.
It was raining pretty good the next day so we had to change our plans a little bit, but we didn't let it stop us from exploring Kochi. Our first stop was the Santa Cruz Cathedral.
Because of the rain, we stopped at the Indo-Portuguese Museum, but FYI--it wasn't worth the stop. So we tried the Maritime Museum, which would have been mediocre except for the employee that took us around on a tour. He made the complicated history of India's coasts exciting and interesting.
Next we stopped at a beach to check out the view (the walkway was not in the best condition) and then went to the oldest church in Kochi, St. Francis. The church was much prettier from the outside than within.
By then the rain had slowed down and we went to the coast to check out the Chinese fishing nets, which were actually really cool, and then walked around town a bit.
Next we went to see an Indian martial arts show. Imagine a bunch of yoga ninjas and you've got it about right: kicking and fighting, but with some crazy stretches thrown in. I was so enthralled that I didn't take any pictures until it was over.
Next we went to a performance of Kathakali--classical Indian dance--and although it was interesting, it was even better watching the performers get ready.
To make the beard, they glued strips of paper to his face, in varying sizes,
and attached cloth strips to the sides to stabilize them until they were dry.
The next morning we drove down to Alappuzha to take a boat ride on the river back waters. It was so interesting to see all the houses right on the banks of the rivers, many which had been flooded from the recent rains, and the people that lived there. There were river ferries and people--and cows--waiting on docks to catch a ride. There were neighbors calling to each other from across the river. There were workers coming to and from the rice paddies. It was an amazing way to see another part of this country.
After an amazing lunch at a restaurant inside a convenience store (the biryani was one of the best we've ever had), we went to the Kerala Folklore Museum. I'm glad we came here after seeing the kathakali because all the artwork and pictures of the performers made a lot more sense.
Finally it was the wedding day! We drove to Mallappally to the Syrian Orthodox church where the wedding was held. We took our shoes off at the door and someone kindly told us we could sit anywhere (although it became pretty clear once everyone else arrived that men and women were actually supposed to sit on opposite sides of the room). We found another American couple from our ward in Bangalore, along with an Indian member, and we all sat together in the back of the room.
Since it was a Syrian Orthodox ceremony, there was a lot of standing and singing by the priest and chanting back in response. But since this is India, the chanting back was done to a disco-esque soundtrack. About an hour in, the priest said we could all sit down for awhile (we appreciated the few things he said in English so we knew what was going on), but then we all stood back up again. The ceremony was long and the kids were pretty done by the time it was over. I was glad we were sitting by friends that were understanding and willing to entertain CJ.
One of the bridesmaids was the MC and she introduced the family on stage and then we watch as the bride and groom cut the cake (complete with fireworks) and then played a shoe game. The sister of the bride and another bridesmaid sang a duet, and then there was a dance number by members of the wedding party. Pretty epic.
We were cheering and clapping for everything until we realized that we were about the only table that was making any kind of noise. But it didn't take long to figure out why: everyone else was eating! Creamy fish curry, spicy chicken, puffy rice, a selection of chutneys and rolls (and a vegetarian menu served on the upper level) and later some gulab jamun and ice cream for dessert. And the reason behind the lack of applause became pretty clear once we started eating ourselves: no utensils. It's pretty hard to clap when you have food on your fingers! The kids were surprisingly not very excited about eating with their hands, but the photographers thought it was great, and kept taking pictures while I tried to eat gracefully. Luckily, the ice cream was served with a spoon and the servers kept us well supplied with napkins. And, in typical fashion, we all washed our hands as soon as we were done eating. We paid our respects to the bride and groom and just like that, the reception was over.
On our way back, we stopped for one last adventure: a suspension bridge in the middle of the jungle.
It was a great end to a great trip!