It’s a funny kind of day. I’m tired and spend much of my final day’s surfing bobbing about in the ocean gazing out at the waves and contemplating my onward journey. Today I’ll be leaving Soul and Surf and tomorrow I’ll be leaving India altogether. To be honest this is where my solo adventure begins – I have no real set plans and no more tours booked, I can go where I want, how I want, when I want. I catch a few waves, I wipe out a couple of times, but my final attempt sees me standing and surfing from out back to the beach in a textbook ride. I step out of the ocean and onto the beach happy with the knowledge that I have dipped my toe into the world of surfing and not been an absolute disaster at it (as I am with most other sports!).
After breakfast I finish packing, check out of my room and laze around the garden reading and snoozing.
At 2pm I have an indulgent hour long full body massage with Emma, Soul and Surf’s resident masseuse. Emma has magic hands and to soothing background music in her treatment room with the sound of cracking thunder and falling rain outside I completely zone out as she expertly rubs them massaging my tight surfing muscles with warm coconut oil. The hour passes way too quickly and I am left in a meditative state, relaxed and revitalised.
Under the garden dining room canopy, protecting me from the pouring rain I have time for my favourite meal here, the fish tacos, and a final coconut water before my taxi arrives to whisk me off to Trivandrum. I say a fond farewell to the staff and guests and hit the road leaving the peace and tranquility of Soul and Surf for the chaos and beeping of the Indian roads once more. What should be an hour journey takes two long hours as the rain comes down and the traffic comes to a standstill. There are elections due to take place in Kerala and the entire time we have been here vehicles drive the streets with massive speakers tied to the roof blaring out annoying music and the declarations of the candidates party promises at a ridiculously loud volume. I’m stuck in traffic and they are all around me – there is no escape, the situation couldn’t be worse except I need a wee!
The hotel is nice, all things considered (nothing is going to live up to the standard of Soul and Surf). It’s clean and my room is nice. I have a shower, watch crappy tv and order room service. As I eat my vegetable biryani in bed I say an internal prayer that I don’t wake tomorrow with a bubbly tum!