No, I haven’t disappeared into the moving masses of an Indian fabric bazaar. Not that it would be impossible or for that matter completely unpleasant. Instead my absence from blogging has been curtailed by an almost complete lack of access to internet. So, now I am sitting in a bale overlooking undulating rice paddies in Bali I will try, without too much detail to fill in the gaps.
While staying on a remote farm somewhere between Cochin and Allepelay we spent hours being paddled down the calm backwaters, invited to watch a concert performed by children from a nearby village and welcomed by children screaming “hello, what is your name” from the coconut tree lined banks.
Spent time watching life go slowly by while cruising on a restored rice barge.
Relaxed on the cliffs of Varkala, eating amazing food.
High in the mountains overlooking tea plantations we shared tea, by invitation from the Director, with Bollywood stars.
Flew to Jaipur and got pulled along by the millions of people plying and buying wares in the bazaars.
Visited forts and palaces.
Spent a wonderful day in Pushka with Fiona from Creative Arts Safaris visiting fabric dyers, her home, factory and eating a fabulous meal prepared by the tailor’s wives
Udaipur was everything we imagined India to be.
Resting serenely on the banks of a lake and the chosen location for 007’s movie Octopussy ; shown nightly in most guest houses.
Final destination – Mumbai and my last chance to buy more fabric.
What a wonderful surprise. The streets were clean, well cleanish, wide tree lined streets and heritage buildings that reminded me of England.
BUT NO DUPION SILK!!!!!
Not to be deterred my bags are stuffed with silk organza, silk chiffon, raw silk, a couple of sarees and linen.
I have a lot of ideas that will hopefully translate into new design concepts.