Touring the Tea Estates of Kerala
There’s nothing quite like touring the tea estates of Kerala. On a poorly maintained dirt road through endless fields of prime tea land, towards an isolated house perched high in the tropical hills, I arrived in Peermede.
With my guide, a tea-worker on the estate of my (uncle) in his 60s, walked swiftly up the steep inclines stopping in places to offer my fresh spices cut from the trees and plants.
The tea industry in Kerala is becoming increasingly difficult for the individual small business man. Because super corporations like the TATA group have taken control of thousands of acres of land and recruit the majority of laborers in an area, the little guy is left hard-pressed to profit.
But the suffering of the tea-estate owner is offset by the relative end of suffering of the laborers who work the land.
My host, a family friend who spends half his year alone in an oversize house within his land,, shared with me some of the significant figures for labor in Kerala tea-estates:
Workers are(were) typically payed 150 INR / day for 8 hours work ($3.00) -this represents some of the lowest payed work in India today. Now, because of labor strikes, field workers work only 6 hours and are payed overtime for the extra two. This still amounts to less than the cost of a typical “cup of coffee” in Western countries,
Of course you can buy food in India for much cheaper, however this is still among the worst ways to work in the hot Indian summer.
The price of tea, however are not going up and new industries are being developed offering better work… Or at least less strenuous work. 90% of the tea workers I saw were woman.
- Touring the tea estates of Kerala
Couch Surfing in New Delhi
After my Kathmandu debocle I was ready to return to India but nervous that I might have problems entering the country again given a small stamp on my Indian Visa which reads, “There should be a gap of at least two months between two visits to the country on a tourist visa.” I was considering stories online of dismisals, forced bribes and other tragedies related to reentry prior to a two month leave and I was only in Kathmandu for seventeen days before my return.
Stuck in Nepal
My Visa was about to expire and I was back in Kathmandu spending my what I thought were my last days in Nepal at a homestay in Guindy, far enough away from the tourist ¨Thamel¨ area that the only tourists I saw were the other guests of “Sanu’s Guest House”. It was a pleasant diversion from
Basketball: India versus U.S.A
I stared at my plate wondering how I was going to possibly finish this meal but having resigned to devour every last chili pepper and drink the curry down to the last drop I braced myself and went to work. I was thoroughly satisfied and started slowly down the long road back to my apartment in Kerala.
As I walked it seemed that the street was more congested than usual and when I reached the cause of the crowd I saw three beautifully adorned elephants being ridden through the streets to the methodic beat of drums. Policemen were aggressively
Pokhara World Peace Stupa Hike
Despite the rampant tourist industry, the endless road-side “North Face” knock off shops and the hotels and restaurants which line the beautiful Fewa lake, Pokhara Nepal is still among the most beautiful cities I’ve ever encountered. I arrived after a 9 hour bus ride from Chitwan searching the skies in vain for the famous Anapurna mountains.
A “Jungle Safari” at Chitwan National Park
I traveled by bus to Chitwan National Park to experience what is widely referred to as a “Jungle Safari” in Nepal. The eight hour 200 KM bus ride was my first real glimpse of the beauty of this place, away from the dust and noise of Kathmandu. I was seated next to a man who lived in Lhasa, Tibet
Kathmandu: What not to Do
It is, apparently, really easy to make mistakes if it’s your first time in Nepal. The first is probably answering positively to the constant inquiry “is this your first time in Nepal?” If you are like most travelers
Hiking in Kodaikanal
I flew from Bangalore back to Tamil Nadu where I planned to take a sleeper-bus to Kodaikanal, a mountainous, isolated retreat and later to catch a flight to Kathmandu, Nepal. I’ve visited Kodaikanal (Kodi as the locals call it) before but this time I was on my own




















