The end of Fort Cochin

Well now that Deb and I are completely comatose, we think it is time to leave Fort Cochin or we could easily see the next month passing without us having gone anywhere. It is a lovely little place, very European in flavour. Very quiet and clean...which I think is rare in India. Today was by far our laziest day EVER. All we did was have breakfast, lunch and dinner and somehow the hours in between just disappeared...and it wasn't even in a drunken stupor. We had the best of intentions of renting bicycles and taking the ferry across to Vycheen Island, but somehow the heat and the humidity sucked that idea right out of our heads. We find ourselves saying tomorrow, tomorrow.
But on Monday it will be time to get a move on. We will once again have to pack up our bags, throw our backpacks on, jump in a rickshaw and get to the bus station. We have a 5 hour ride ahead of us to Munnar...which is inland and we are told a much cooler (temperature wise) place. It too is quiet, so we feel like for a few more days we are putting the real India on hold.
Today we actually had to pull ourselves out of our haze and talk about where we will go next, how long we will stay and how we plan on getting there and we both agreed that even that felt like too much damn work. Ha...it feels pretty good. Our thoughts are that we will stay in Munnar for a few days, then head to another hill town, then onto Mysore for a bit and then to Gokarna and Goa...hopefully get to these locations before the rainy season starts and everything closes down.
Deb is desperate that we avoid dirty, dirty Delhi for as long as possible....but I think after Goa we won't have much choice as it will be time to either fly north (ideal but expensive) or hop on the 2 day train to Delhi so that we can explore parts of the north. Decisions, decisions...however will we cope?
I think I need a beer to help me through all this stress....
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Guess a "hot" Toronto summer will never be the same again, eh Chrstine? ... Your pix are fantastic ... think of us in TO and London when you pop open your next Kingfisher... would you like me to send over my numchuks so you can sort out those nasty guys on bikes? ... XOXO (Ninja) Jane