Malappuram. She was homesick, and when we arrived after a lengthy bus ride, I could see why. There she is, graceful and elegant in the picture above, with her father standing behind her. Below is a view of a corner of her home, and if memory serves this woman was the cook, who really had a way with okra curry:
Advasi). He had heard that there were blond women visiting and had come to see. There was a language barrier, as he spoke only a few words of Malayalam, so mostly we stood and smiled and gestured. I was struck by the realization that for him, Pam and I were, and would likely remain, the sole representatives of our race and nationality he would ever encounter, and vice-versa. I smiled and gestured with extra enthusiasm, in an attempt to convey my goodwill.