Where art thou going me friend? Just a little ride Sir. Come come oh traveler, jump and hop in with me and I’ll take you places.
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On that comfortable morning, I jumped out of bed thinking about what I’m going to do for the day. It’s a pity that after being here for so many years, I haven’t visited this place 30 kms to the south of my house. So off I set forth to the south after having a hearty breakfast.
After a short ride on the road, I reached this boat jetty.
From here I need to take a boat to reach, what they call, ‘
In fact the only way to reach the island is via a boat.
I hopped into the tiny boat
and sailed through the backwaters
that flows between the verdant green of the aslant coconut trees.
After about 20 minutes of ride I reached this dock.
Stepping onto the dock, I looked straight and saw a beach across the backwaters. And along the beach, one can see an estuary that connects the lake with the sea.
It’s said that the name ‘Poovar’ was given by Marthanda Varma Maharaja, the king of erstwhile state of Travancore, who during his shelter at this place saw a stream of red flowers floating on the lake from the trees along the banks, that seemed like a red carpet on water. The stream was named Poovar by the king (Poo – aar, meaning stream of flowers).
Poovar was a trading center of timber, sandlewood, ivory and spices. It is believed that the trading ships of King Solomon landed in a port called 'Ophir', which is figured out as Poovar.
After having lunch and spending some time in the resort in the island, I set straight for the beach.
Poovar is basically a fishing village, and beach activities are not that developed here.
One peculiarity of this place is that two starkly different landscapes are juxtaposed against each other – on one side there is this greenish waters of the lake
and on the other is the sparkling blue of the sea.
The beach is pretty isolated except for a couple of tourists and some local boys swimming in the backwater side of the beach.
After walking along the beach for quite some time, I returned back to the island. Had some tea and meanwhile it dawned on me that time is almost up to leave this place.
Jumped back in to the boat and sailed through the backwaters again.
As Oscar Wilde says, from the above pic it seems “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life”.
Fare thee well o island and seas, t’was one of those days
which couldn’t get any better.
4 comments:
NICE collection there
Even after being in TVM for so long, I havent been to poovar..
never knew this was how it got its name...it always brought to my mind all those other words wchich starts with a poo :P
"In fact the only way to reach the island is via a boat" That is not true, there is an unromantic road from the jetty to Poovar :) It is a lovely place indeed. Spent sone time there, a couple of years back. Must go back.
Good post.. Good to know that such a beautiful place is there in TVM. I haven't gone there yet but will surely go the next time I come to TVM..
Eda blogille adyathe lines shakespeare inte ethu playil ninnu adichu matiyetha.. complete copy adi annalloda ne...
@praveen: I think more people outside Tvm have been to Poovar than the people here....... Ippum enikkum doubt aayi name-inte origine patti, hehe ;)
@silverine: There was a road from the jetty, but that road led me to the land adjacent to Poovar island with some churches and all. And the locals said that the resort is reached via boat only. But maybe there's an unused road as you said to reach the place. Anyway, you took the wrong path to get to the place :P Neraaya vazhiyiloode poya sheelam illallo alle. :P
@kp: Poda dhushta, athu njaan ente swantham manasil swantham bhaavanayil srishtichathaanu. Enthayalum athe Shakespearean aanennu ninakke thonniyalle, thank you thank you :P
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