TRAVELLING IN KERALA WITH KTTC /Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala
Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala I Have been a student at the University of Minnesota for five years but spent only three and a half of them on campus. For me, the defining experiences of my college career were spent studying abroad. Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala I first studied in the Learning Abroad Center’s Florence, Italy, program for a semester in 2007 then later ventured to Malaysia through the International Reciprocal Scholarship Exchange Program (IRSEP) for a year in 2009. As this is my last column, I’d like to part by sharing two experiences I brought back with meKerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala.
Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala In November 2009, while on my semester break at Universiti Sains Malaysia, I decided to travel to Kerala, a state on the southwest tip of India. Kerala’s tourism department dubbed the state Gods own country. Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala The beauty of the area and the experiences I had perhaps made it the closest thing to it.I left on an early morning flight out of Kuala Lumpur the day after what was Thanksgiving in the U.S. I ate a Big Mac for Thanksgiving dinner at McDonald’s and slept in the airport. I got what sleep I could on the flight, which wasn’t much. I arrived in the capital of Kerala, Trivandrum, and was greeted by a swarm of rickshaw drivers after clearing immigration.
Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala The morning sun was beating down as if it was noon. I was exhausted, I had no cash, and interestingly enough, the airport did not have an ATM. Everyone else on the flight had someone to meet and somewhere to go. All I had was a print out of a questionable email all in caps “confirming” my reservation at a hostel in a beach city eight miles south called Kovalam.
Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala The rickshaw crowd swept me away. I negotiated a price for a ride to a bank and then on to Kovalam. They led me to a strange looking three-wheeled half-cart half-motorcycle vehicle: the rickshaw. I got in the back, clutching my backpack.Kerala Tour operator / Tour operator in kerala The guy I negotiated with told me, “This is a really good driver!” Off we went. I had made some calculated risks traveling before, but weaving in and out of oncoming traffic with nothing to secure myself into the rickshaw besides bracing my legs against the back of the driver’s seat, I knew this was probably one of the crazier things I’d done.