The shoreline of Kochi is full of giant cantilevered fishing nets that are referred to locally as Chinese nets. At sunset, the operators started to arrive to put them to use. They’re large contraptions that are dipped into the water and pulled out a short while later. The process is repeated many times over the course of the evening. With all the nets, I’m not sure how there are any fish left in the bay.
On this particular net, a bright light hangs over top of the submerged net to help attract fish.
The weight of the net is offset by rocks tied on various lengths of rope from the arm of the lever. It looked pretty easy to get the net up and down as the weights provided near perfect balance.
Birds started to accumulate, waiting to pick small creatures off the net as it came out of the water.
I hope everyone had a merry Christmas!
This was painted on the side of a building in Kochi, Kerala.
Umbrellas were strung up to provide some much needed shade in Madurai, Tamil Nadu.
Contrary to popular belief, cows don’t roam freely in Mumbai. Rather they are tied up on the side of road outside my apartment so that people on their way to work can feed them balls of rice or handfuls of grass purchased from the cows’ caretakers.
I’ve probably walked 100 times up the first story of the red staircase inside the Taj Palace Hotel in Mumbai. It wasn’t until I was looking down that I realized how spectacular the building actually is from the inside.
I didn’t get a chance to see what they were carrying into town. Seen in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India.
“Facts don’t cease to exist because they are ignored.”- a great quote from some Mumbai Grafiti. Seen on the wall just north of Mahim Station in Mumbai.
Sacs of clothing come in all directions to Dhobi Ghat. They’re tied together in old saris, coded by the household from which they originated.
Scrubbing happens on the sides of giant cement tubs.
There are a few electric washing machines to be found, but the most common washing method is to simply beat the garment against a cement block.
A santa suit was a source of entertainment.
A lot of new garments are laundered at Dhobi Ghat. Below, kids play in the shade underneath hundreds of new pink shirts.
Hundreds of cement tubs fill the neighbourhood, each with a slab for beating clothes clean.
Another corner of Dhobi Ghat is home to hundreds of irons. Electric irons are still in the minority. Most of the irons hold hot coals.
Being a large community, life goes on throughout the neighbourhood, like this gentleman getting a shave.
The Sassoon Docks are a good old fashioned fishing wharf in Mumbai. Boats tie up against the wall and catch is offloaded by baskets up to the pier.
Parking is a little crazy. The approved technique seems to be to ram the boat at the entrance to the harbour and push your way in.
There was an extended art project in a warehouse on the Sassoon fishing docks in Mumbai. The installations were pretty impressive. Two of my personal favourites are below. In the foreground, someone created a showroom for perfume scents from the docks – a lively fish smell. In the background on the walls, giant portraits of some of the women working in the dock area.
It was a great project. Way to go Mumbai!
The light changing team was amused and confused by my desire for a photo. I just liked the colours and the lines.
Just outside of our apartment complex in Mumbai is a stretch of sidewalk listed in Google maps as “Pigeon Feeding Area.” What they mean is “large cement pit, covered in excrement, overrun by by pigeons and rats.” Everything in the neighbourhood is covered in pigeon crap, except for the guy under the giant umbrella who sells feed to passerbys needing whatever little karma boost can be obtained from supporting the production of toxic poop.
Is this encouraging people to believe the voices in their heads?
Also, what are the odds that Jesus was blonde?
We were a little sad to be moving out of the camper that had taken us so far. We had gotten used to the cosy confines and had managed to find a way to store all of our stuff.
The pines were mighty, and the river scenic on our hike around Stamp River Provincial Park.
Every once in a while we’d stumble across a salmon dragged to the path and it’s belly eaten. When given the option, bears are picky eaters, preferring only the soft flesh of the salmon’s belly, leaving the rest for other animals to pick over. Occasionally, we’d see a tree that would remind us of why we hoped not to encounter one of these awesome creatures.