Religion can be a devastating thing. It's responsible for killing sprees and all sorts of other bad things. More importantly, it can spoil a gentleman's (and a lady's) enjoyment of a refreshing beer when it is outlawed in a town in the name of religion. Kumily, here in Kerala (where we're doing our safari) is one such place where the cool, golden nectar made from God's own barley, is taboo (heaven forbid!).
But rules are made to be broken, and after some discreet questioning about where we could quench our thirst, Amy and I happened upon an innocent looking cafe (which will remain anonymous at the owner's request) where our patrons served us ice-cold beer disguised in a teapot and mugs (you might not be able to see it in the picture, but the mugs are actually Cornwall souvenir mugs!). Praise the Lord, Hallelujah!