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 log #1... in the god's own land

Part-1 

Cochin 

 

 

Kerala often called as god's own land is a majestic place invaded by greenery. I've never seen the land so green, the ocean so vast, the air so pure and the mountains so lively. Although it is part of India but to a North-Indian it is an unknown land. So here I am sharing my travel experience with all the readers.
To start with, if you are a kind of person who packs the bag every time you see the vacation coming closer, Kerala is just the place for you. I landed in Cochin,(also named as kochi). The best part of Kochi was it's coast. It is not a new attraction unlike the beach market, instead it has a history of travelers who who came to India through the coastal route. These travelers include names like Vasco Di Gama, who was a Portugal missionary. He came to South India along with many Portugal travelers and played a major role in propagating Christianity. Even today we find a considerable Portugal population. Vasco Di Gama Church near the coast of beach stands to prove his arrival. Other travelers include Ibn Battuta, a Muslim scholar, who can be credited with introduction of Islam in South. That's about the travelers. 
Another delight of Cochin ,especially for ladies, is the famous traditional silk saree of south, which I believe is a must buy. Just be patient enough to wait and  The coconut water and fine dishes cooked in coconut oil is the essence of south India, an experience worth every single penny I paid.
From the city of Cochin, we moved to our Next Destination....






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Comments

  1. Unknown15 July 2016 at 02:10

    you only deliver excellence !

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  2. Unknown15 July 2016 at 07:30

    it is realy a wonderful experience

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  3. Shauka 16 July 2016 at 05:37

    open more stories.. not satisfied with this much... :) :P

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    1. Kaushki16 July 2016 at 06:27

      I surely will. It's nice to know that you want more of my blogs.

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    2. Kaushki16 July 2016 at 06:27

      I surely will. It's nice to know that you want more of my blogs.

      Delete
    3. Shauka 19 July 2016 at 10:36

      and it will be nice too if you want more from mine even if you are bored but getting to know a new land is not getting bored... :P

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