A Kerala Journey to Remember: Dimple’s Thrillophilia Review
When the Chauhan and Hans families decided on Kerala, they were hoping for a place where life could slow down, where children could run free without care and the elders could soak in the rhythm of nature. The moment they arrived in Kochi, it was clear that the choice had been right.
The drive to Munnar set the tone for the days to come. The Innova Crysta became their little cocoon as winding roads revealed views of the Periyar River and the grand Neriamangalam Bridge. When they stopped at Cheeyappara and Valara waterfalls, the spray touched their faces, and laughter echoed louder than the falls themselves. Nischal, the eldest among the children, tried his hand at capturing the moment on his camera, while little Yatharth and Advik dipped their hands into the cool stream that formed at the base.
The families reached Munnar by afternoon and checked into Trivers Resort. The air was cooler, filled with the fragrance of tea leaves and mountain mist. That evening, they decided to watch a Kathakali performance. The children sat wide-eyed, curious about the bright costumes and painted faces, while the adults admired the discipline behind each movement. The martial arts demonstration that followed thrilled everyone, leaving them chattering excitedly on the way back to the resort.
The next morning, Munnar revealed itself in more intimate ways. At the Tata Tea Museum, Dimple found herself lingering over the stories of workers who had built their lives among these plantations. The taste of freshly brewed tea felt richer when one knew the roots it came from. A short stop at the Macofa Chocolate Factory brought smiles to all. Chocolates were sampled, discussed, and then inevitably packed to be taken home.
Thrillophilia had arranged for the families to explore less touristy spots as well. Yellapatty Grassland stretched endlessly, with the wind running wild through the tall blades of grass. It felt as though the children were running inside a painting, chasing shadows of clouds. At 2nd Mile Viewpoint, Gautam leaned quietly against the railing, simply watching as layers of hills merged into one another. Everyone seemed to have found their own rhythm here, whether in silence or in joyful chatter.
From Munnar, the journey carried them to Thekkady. The drive was calm, with winding roads and stretches of green. Spice Grove welcomed them warmly, its scent of cardamom and pepper adding a homely touch. At Periyar Lake, they opted for a boat safari. While the sight of wild elephants remained elusive that evening, the stillness of the waters and the calls of birds overhead more than made up for it. For a few moments, it felt as though the world outside this lake did not exist.
The following day, Alleppey awaited. Excitement rose high as the thought of staying overnight on a houseboat became real. The boat glided through narrow canals, revealing villages along the banks where life seemed unhurried. Fishermen cast their nets, children waved from small courtyards, and women went about their chores without a glance at time. Lunch was served on board, a traditional spread that everyone tried with curiosity.
Yet, as evening settled, a little discomfort made itself felt. The youngest, Advik, grew restless as the night on the water unfolded. The rocking of the boat, gentle though it was, made it difficult for the children to settle into proper sleep. Dimple and Teena found themselves awake through parts of the night, soothing the little ones. By morning, they had quietly agreed that while the day on the houseboat had been magical, perhaps a hotel would be a better choice for families with younger children. The experience, however, was unforgettable and gave them stories they would recount for years.
Kochi was their final stop. Fort Kochi stood as a reminder of layered histories, its streets lined with old houses and spice shops. Mattancherry Palace opened a window into Kerala’s royal past. For Gautam and Surender, the stories of kings and traders added depth to the journey. For the children, it was the painted murals that caught their attention, colours bright even after centuries.
The last evening was simple. They sat together at Hotel Airlink Castle, sipping tea and talking about the days gone by. Each person had their favourite moment. For Yatharth, it was running through the grasslands. For Nischal, it was the chance to photograph the waterfalls. For the adults, it was harder to choose. Was it the theatre performance in Munnar, the stillness of Periyar Lake, or the sight of village life by Alleppey’s canals?
Throughout the trip, their driver, Mr Sihab, had been more than just a driver. He became a part of the journey, sharing local tales, pointing out hidden spots, and ensuring the families felt cared for at every step. His patience with the children and quiet humour with the adults created a rare comfort when travelling in a new place.
When it was time to leave, there was a quiet pause at Kochi airport. Suitcases were heavier with chocolates, spices, and souvenirs, but hearts were heavier with memories. Kerala had given them far more than just a holiday. It had given them shared stories, moments of awe, and a reminder that sometimes the best memories come when plans are not perfect.
Thrillophilia had played its part well in weaving this journey together. From stays that felt welcoming to the thoughtful selection of experiences, the families felt supported throughout. Their only advice to others travelling with small children was to reconsider a houseboat night, but everything else had been beyond expectations.
As the plane took off, Dimple turned to Gautam and said softly, “We will carry this trip in our hearts for a long time.” And in that simple sentence, the spirit of their Kerala journey found its true home.
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