Before I get started on what we got up to in Cochin a mention does need to go to a remarkable hither to untapped gift that Tony 'the silver fox' Wellard possesses. Namely Catalogue posing.
We had it in our heads that Dad and Sue really should do some travel by train whilst we were with them, and after a hair raising time on the chaotic roads down to Kanyakumari, they were happy to give it a go. Whilst our journey to Alleppey saw us on a quite cosmopolitan commuter train with people heading from Trivandrum to Cochin, we had failed to book tickets for the Alleppey to Cochin section and decided that we'd live like a local and just buy an unreserved 3rd class ticket and see what happened. What happened was not unlike buying a standard class ticket in England. We stood in the aisle by the toilets for 2 hrs. Thankfully this cost us about 50p each, rather than £50 like it would at home.
Cochin is famous for its Chinese fishing nets. They didn't look the most efficient means of fishing to me.
Dad and Sue treated us to a very fancy lunch in Hotel Malabar, where Nic got her mitts on her first glass of wine in months.
The rest of drinking venues we came across weren't quite as posh (see below) and we actually ended up tucked up in our beds before midnight. We really are gettin old. 
There wasnt really much to apart from wonder round the winding old streets that had a definite European feel from their days as a Portuguese trading post.
The Portuguese even left their mark with Catholicism being the dominant religion
Only the cats seemed to be Hindu 
After our dealings with Israeli backpackers in S America, we were suspicious about visiting the Jewish area of town.
Pornstar Ganesha
An unlikely promise 
A very typical scene in India. Cricket is played on every spare scrap of land. These boys had a branch as a bat. They seam to learn just 2 shots; the forward defensive and slog.
Urban goats replaced the urban cow of the north 
I'm sure I could get that in most towns back at home free of charge 
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