Hi All
This morning I set off with friends on a "last visit to Jew Town" because when I left the boat this morning we were about to do a passage to the Red Sea and on to the Mediterranean.
Ru
DoraMac
Return to Jew Town with Linda and Michael from B’Sheret
Our friends Linda and Michael hadn’t yet been to Jew Town or the Synagogue so I acted as tour guide. We had a lovely time. Randal came and met us for lunch and then he and Michael went off to do boat parts shopping and Linda and I to do our shopping. I bought a long skirt to wear in Oman and Yemen and Eritrea where we won’t be going. I also bought some pants with elastic around the ankles and I can pull them up higher on my leg to make really blowzy short pants to keep out of the wet in squat toilets. Linda excellently negotiated the price of the pants for me. Randal and Michael didn’t find boat parts so settled for a beer at the Seagull.
Bazar Road scene
Coffee break after our visit to the Synagogue
Michael and Linda
Bright colorful cloth sunbrellas for sale at the book shop just down from the Synagogue.
They really look like fun but most people just use regular cheap lightweight umbrellas.
A lesson in how to tell a genuine pashima which could be summed up to “the one that costs the most.”
We actually did learn quite a bit and you could feel the difference in the real pashima yarn. But they were way too expensive so we were all just looking.
Teeny, tiny copper elephants that I just had to have…… so tiny you can’t see them in the photo but they are around the edge of the table. Linda negotiated for me here too. He never had a chance; she’s good.
I’m wearing my ‘Not Red Sox hat.” I’m thinking I’ll color the words Red Sox on the brim.
The locked gate to the Jewish Cemetery
Linda and I walked to the cemetery at the edge of Jew Town but the gate was locked and no caretakers within like the one in George Town, Penang.
Space for what once was a thriving community but now is less than ten.
The cemetery in George Town was the same, space for people who had moved to other countries.
We were intrigued by this building but no signs explained its origins.
They stopped to say hello and introduced themselves and asked our names and were quite curious about our interest in the building. Their English was pretty limited to hello, what’s your name….Both were in the 7th grade.
The taller boy wanted me to take his photo and sort of coerced his friend too.
Inside the building was dust and dark and some odd statues.
Shopkeeper’s niece.
In a small shop across from the Fort Kochi ferry, Linda and I were looking at postcards and puppets when this young girl came in. She had just had her hand decorated with henna.
Tour boat goes by the marina
Early in the morning before we left for Jew Town, this tour boat went by with a loud, jovial group of young men.
Frisbee toss
Randal keeps a supply of Frisbees on the bow and this was the first time he was able to toss them to a passing boat. He was one for three.