Cochin, now Kochi, is Cochin to me.

As we entered the harbour we passed the Chinese fishing nets, and some of the old buildings that I first saw in 1963.

‘Babu’ was our driver – his tuk tuk on the left.

sometimes another tuk tuk wanted our little bit of the road, but Babu always managed to miss them . . .

Near the port we passed Cochin Harbour Terminus. I could just see the platform in the undergrowth, but had my doubts when we were told that the railway brought goods from Bombay.

Azamara Quest on the right and the Sea Voyager behind us. (Regent ship)

Crossed the river using a bridge built by the British before they left in 1948. It no longer opens to allow ships to pass.  As you see both lanes were full of traffic coming towards us.
At first I though it was a one way bridge and we were going the wrong way, until Babu started zig zagging through the on coming traffic.

  Chinese fishing net area, but I didn’t see any Chinese. . .

Tuk tuks and people where ever you looked . .

Traffic jams was the norm . .

Bright colours filled the eye. . . .

The traffic wouldn’t allow a Ferrari to get up much speed.

The weather was hot (35 c), but the wind, as we hung on to our tuk tuk, helped cool us.

It was very pleasant to return to the Azamara Quest for a cold drink and lunch, and a quiet rest before the evening’s cultural entertainment at the Le Meridien Hotel around 8.15 pm.