Kochi via 3 flights and a bus

The smell getting off the plane was sweltering hotness mixed with curry and fresh palm trees (altogether quite inviting). We have arrived in Kochi via 3 flights and a bus in which we were each honored with a lei presented by the drivers of the bus. I felt like I was in Hawaii (though I have never been). Nevertheless, the smell of fresh jasmine flowers around my neck was unbelievale.
I love it here: it's hot, the people are really nice to talk to if they aren't selling anything, and the food (though spicy!) is very tasty. The touristy area of Kochi consists of a fishing port packed with little outdoor shops and an old fort near the Arabian Sea. We helped a crew hoist up a huge chinese fishing net just off the beach. Yes, we definitely dipped our feet in the Arabian Sea, but swimming is sketch due to the polluted Kerala water- Kerala being the state.
In the Brussels airport, I indulged in a Belgian waffle (a small, dry thing that comes without sauce or a fork but is surprisingly delicious) and some Belgian chocolates (both pricey and worth it). I think we are now 10 1/2 hours ahead of Torontonians.
Now for a long awaited nap.