On 27 August there was 'ended a week of celebration the most' important of the state of Kerala. I can not explain the exact origin of this celebration, try to ask who claims to know the manu ... We are not 'yet failed to explain ... but I assure you that knows it.
For a month we have three deep thinking lazy brains to figure out where it would be better to be on 27 to see the pompous ceremonies, and finally some Indian with the smiley face. What will come up with our sick minds !?!?!?
Of course we ended up in the middle of a rice plantation, hour by boat from the first living soul ... But the surprises are not lacking.
We understood from the looks of our crew puzzled that choose the national day to take the boat was not one of the best ideas ... India has the talent still found a brilliant and ingenious solution: our captain deftly and quietly diverted our journey home to his family mooring the boat in front of his uncle ... So, while we dormvamo, he invited everyone to a party on our boat and we have run out of beer! Another half-bottle, in truth, 'l-we had already' we donated to a group of kids who were flowing into right next to our door ...
Aware that the whole world 'country (and even here shiva shiva or not the people of drunken bad) the next day we carried away by a group of children to dine at home with the typical lunch of parties ... ONAM HAPPY!
For a month we have three deep thinking lazy brains to figure out where it would be better to be on 27 to see the pompous ceremonies, and finally some Indian with the smiley face. What will come up with our sick minds !?!?!?
Of course we ended up in the middle of a rice plantation, hour by boat from the first living soul ... But the surprises are not lacking.
We understood from the looks of our crew puzzled that choose the national day to take the boat was not one of the best ideas ... India has the talent still found a brilliant and ingenious solution: our captain deftly and quietly diverted our journey home to his family mooring the boat in front of his uncle ... So, while we dormvamo, he invited everyone to a party on our boat and we have run out of beer! Another half-bottle, in truth, 'l-we had already' we donated to a group of kids who were flowing into right next to our door ...
Aware that the whole world 'country (and even here shiva shiva or not the people of drunken bad) the next day we carried away by a group of children to dine at home with the typical lunch of parties ... ONAM HAPPY!
FAMILY MANGIASABBIA
Grandpa will have 'more' 40 years or less, and 'very thin and gets a tuft of white hairs on his chest. And 'he who, seeing the enthusiasm of the grandchildren who drag us through the channels to be photographed, he decided to invite us to dinner. He talks little, at most smoke and smiles. A typical assay of the village.
Family and 'numerous, and too many plots, children, grandchildren, cousins, and hybrids do not ...
begins the string of names (among them there 's also a George !!!), you can dine in a mixture of embarrassment and laughter mutual solidarity. Talks a bit 'awkward but sincere.
Kikki (South Indian father and mother Tibetan) stuadia English in college, and 'she who holds the reins of the situation, the only one who talks like us and like family together. After lunch we show the photograph album of her sister (25 years and 3 children, a husband who works in Kuwait), where is' portrayed on the day of the wedding dress with Christian and Indian together .... resumes the slew of presentations of relatives, names that all look the same ... faces that all look the same ... but this here is not 'George!?! no, he 's the husband of George !.... aaaaahhhhh ...
And the children? sleep after all the play too .... and we? Let's go, the boat waiting for us. Photo
collective! hello family mangiasabbia ...
yo PROTA
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