I rotate the wheel towards the right, giving it several turns at one go. Joseph chuckles at my effort to maneuver between an approaching houseboat on the left and a long canoe on the right. I succeed, and a carpet of bright green leaves greets us as though to applaud me. The backwaters of Alleppey (Alappuzha) are as picture perfect as I remember them to be from the last time I came here.
Only this time, Joseph, our boat driver, happily hands over the wheel to me.
We float through a large stretch of still water dotted with rows of tall coconut trees, undisturbed by the scurry… Read more...