At sunrise I was standing on one leg at the edge of Lake Vembanad in south India, wobbly with jetlag, arms raised to the sky in a "tree" yoga pose while worrying about the potential for Wi-Fi reception in this remote area on the banks of Kerala's backwaters.
"Relax shoulders?" came the despondent voice of Naveen, a yoga master from the nearby village. Unlikely. I was still on London time, muscles tensed against cold skies, public transport and deadlines. We'd arrived at Philipkutty's Farm the previous evening by boat, mooring on the edge of an island that was reclaimed from Kerala's labyrinthine backwaters in the 1950s. An hour's drive from the city of Kochi and then a two-minute boat ride from Kudavechoor village, five waterfront guesthouses with teak-carved doors and red-tile roofs greeted us, surrounded by 35km of coconut, cacao, mango trees and bushes of curry leaves.
Over the next few days, we uncurled in the sunshine. Philipkutty's Farm is a "homestay" run by Anu Mathew, whose late husband started it and whose father-in-law planted the coconut farm. She cooks all the meals with her mother-in-law, Aniamma: yogurt made fresh using milk from the farm's cow, fried bananas, jam made from their figs, mounds of dosas (southern Indian rice pancakes), spicy curries, thick dhals and coconut cakes with bright orange chutney that tastes of sunshine.
We bided our time practising cat and cobra poses with Naveen and just walking around the farm with Anu, sucking the white pulp off purple cocoa beans and digging up turmeric roots. You can have cooking lessons, borrow binoculars to watch egrets and woodpeckers, or take a wooden boat over to the dusty streets of Kudavechoor to visit the Sri Kandeshwaram Mahadevak Shetra temple dedicated to Shiva. "There's always a festival," Naveen told me. "Each temple and church is trying to flatter God the loudest. It's like advertising."
Invigorated, we felt it was time to explore a little more of Kerala. I'd been told about a tantric form of yoga unique to Kerala, which combines hatha yoga with an ancient martial art called kalaripayattu, so we headed up into the hills towards Periyar Tiger Reserve, where kalaripayattu is popular. On the back of a colourful truck, an elephant swung his tail. "On his way to the next temple function," shrugged our driver, Santos.
In the Western Ghats along the border with Tamil Nadu state, we were met by families of monkeys in the car park and gardens at Spice Village, an eco-resort surrounded by spice plantations. Continuing our theme of fresh, local food, we had vegetarian masala for dinner at the 50 Mile Diet restaurant, which sources ingredients from the hotel's organic garden, local farms and nearby spice plantations.
"Kalari is warrior yoga," said my new instructor the next morning, bowing to me in a thatched-roof open-sided cottage surrounded by trees. "You must keep your eyes open." Forget butterfly and tree poses or happily falling asleep on your yoga mat, kalari was created to enhance the physical and spiritual power of ancient warriors.
We chose a day trip hiking and bamboo rafting on the lake, guided by former poachers who have been persuaded to guide rather than hunt. Even though the tourist boats are noisy, they're the best way to see elephants. Indeed, over the crowds of orange life vests that afternoon we saw a mother elephant and her baby, cormorants nesting in the burnt trees and then a whole herd of elephants, including big-tusked daddies swinging their trunks in the water. I watched how they lolloped, memorising their plodding shoulders and elegant trunks to show Omesh.
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