See, there really isn’t anybody there…
Lured by the suggestion of a beach with no tourists or touts we’ve come to another homestay, a beautiful Portuguese place – the Portuguese obviously knew how to pick a spot – which we seem to have entirely to ourselves other than the housekeeper/cook who has just rustled us up a Keralan fish stew.
As suggested the beach in question is actually almost deserted, apart from a the fishermen lounging around smoking fags and some local children who ask you a few questions to practice their English before running off giggling.
I’d of course love to tell you where it is, but that would be giving the game away wouldn’t it…