Our first holiday together. A tingling excitement. Reason to celebrate.
Like an orchestra of sights and sounds.
As the Earth moved away from the sun, we lazed by the still, glassy infinity pool, watched coracle-riders, in the distance, trying to make their way back across the river and drank and ate obscene amounts of food. And how! All our meals were prepaid, we had South Indian goodness on our plates for the entire duration of our stay. Fresh river-picked fish, coconut and cashew nut curries, am-ras, a summery mango drink, spicy homemade pickles, akki rotis, made of rice flour, and other food that was equally appetizing. We ate and ate and ate some more. So, at dinner, at about 9pm on the first of the two evenings, we were mildly embarrassed. A table was set up for us, with the three most romantic Cs – candlelight, cake and champagne. We didn’t retire for the night until we spotted the premature moon among the clouds, a pearly white crescent. The weather, withstanding, was pretty fantastic, a slight drizzle on occasion.
Post other wildlife sightings (Indian elephants, a pair of peacocks and herds of deer) – entirely missed seeing an evasive leopard and a pace of wild asses known to be around – we decided to take the plunge, and further, spoil ourselves silly. Red Earth’s Spa Room. This was the closest we have felt to letting our minds and bodies actually slip away from us. The masseuses’ skilled hands, the scent of aromatherapy oils, hot stones and the sound of the flickering water current, put us in a trance. Walked out feeling entirely refreshed; what, after the crazy wedding season, we needed it.