Judy

I spent my last night in Fort Cochin with Judy (having a night alone seems like an impossible task in India).  We went out for dinner.  Well that isn’t strictly true.  I had dinner whilst Judy watched me and continuously asked if it was okay.  Luckily it turned out to be delicious, but there are only so many times you can compliment food before it gets somewhat repetitive.  She seemed really pleased that I ate everything (She even clapped when I finished). 

Whilst at dinner she was explaining that her son was 28 and still unmarried (heaven forbid).  She asked me if I knew anyone suitable.  She said she wanted him to marry someone like me, but less naughty, which made me laugh.  I asked why she didn’t want him to marry an Indian girl and she said at this stage she just wanted him to be married, she really didn’t care where the girl came from.  Her only requirement was that the girl shouldn’t be too short.  Apparently in Judy’s eyes, midgets make for terrible wives.  

She arranged for her son to drop me at the train station the next day.  She had already told me that he was desperately shy so I think it had been orchestrated to give him experience of talking to women.  He looked terrified but he didn’t do too badly and it was only semi awkward.  He told me he doesn’t drink, goes to church as often as possible and his favourite thing to do is drive his car.  He sounds right up my street!!

I was sad to say goodbye to Judy.  She has been like my Indian mother.  I feel like I have been cut loose from the apron strings and am now all alone in the world once more.  Still I have the exciting 14 hour train journey to look forward to.  Yippeee!!!