Kumbalangi on the other hand was a mixed bag. If you read my earlier post, I mentioned the dilemma I was in while writing about Kumbalangi in my column. I did not get too excited with the concept of the ” model tourism village “, at least the way it was implemented in Kumbalangi. As many mentioned , it was rather artificial . But I am all for sustainable rustic tourism and I would prefer experiencing a village and its way of life, rather than have activities arranged for me.
But I liked the place and the conversations I had with some of the locals – so I decided to go ahead and write about those aspects..Either ways, I had to stick to a word count of 500 words and so, I wrote what I thought was necessary..Nevertheless, I felt that I should actually pen down the entire experience here and leave it to you to take a call whether you would like to visit the place or not.
It started raining heavily just as I stepped into the car. My driver smiled when I told him that my destination was Kumbalangi, a small coastal village on the outskirts of Kochi. “ I studied there, “ he said, and his grin became wider as he spoke about his childhood. I asked him for more information and he gave me a brochure which called it “ an integrated model tourism village which promised authentic rural experience .” I just hoped that it would not be another tourist trap as we drove down crossing by St Josephs School and church and drove into an entire green country
There was no one in sight..Small lanes intersected with canals as we just roamed around aimlessly. My driver asked me what I wanted to ” do.” I mentioned I had no real agenda and wanted to meet a few locals and talk to them. He looked a bit puzzled, but drove towards the village. We met a fisherman who asked me if I was interested in fishing. As I walked with him to the jetty, we talked about Chinese fishing nets and karimeen fishing.” Sometimes we cover branches of small trees that are immersed in water by nets . After weeks, we find a variety of fish caught in them” he added.
We went to a home stay and there we heard that everything is arranged only for tourists who stay with them..That explained the empty coir units as well. I requested if I could visit their crab farm and the hostess said that I could just go over and see. I followed my driver as he took me towards a couple of big ponds lying adjacent to each other.
We met Das there, who was happy to show us his collection of crabs and explain the process of “ njandu krishi” or crab farming . “In these ponds alone, they are close to 2 lakh crabs, “ he mentioned as he carefully caught a crab only to throw it back in the pond .” It has only water as of now, not much of meat,” he explained as another small crab crawled near his leg.He had a basket full of crabs and he even explained little details about them.. Das added that crabs are exported to Hong kong, US and to many other countries and business was rather good. Das mentioned that he was Tamil Nadu and he was told not to speak to any tourist who is not staying here and he hoped we wouldnt mention it. Incidentally he did not ask for money.We left him to his crabs and moved on .
But they all had just one lament.” You hardly find any village in Kerala now everything has changed, “ they muttered as I took their leave. It was indeed true as the entire skyscape changed in a matter of minutes. ,
A part of the story was published in my column , Inside Story on Metro Plus yesterday . So, there you have my take on the model village..sometimes I think they could have created a carnival of sorts and put a price on each activity and mentioned that it was for the villagers rather than create a concept like this.