Saturday, December 20, 2008
Island Hopping
I was finally able to meet up with my parents on the island nation of Singapore. It truly is one of the cleanest big cities that I have ever been to and the people are proud of it! I used the very easy metro system to get into town and met my parents sitting at a cafe outside their hotel - what a relief it was to see them after all the shuffling around! Big hugs all around :).
They had already booked us a trip over to Bali, Indonesia since although Singapore may be a shoppers heaven (I've never seen so many shopping malls!) it did not have much character. We did however visit little India and my first meal shared with my parents was introducing them to some of my favorites acquired in the 6 months that I was there.
The resort in Bali was the nicest place I have ever stayed. We had a little villa near the gorgeous pool (including waterfalls, cave poolside bar and personal jacuzzi seats). A games area with pool, foosball, darts and pingpong was fun and to spite the heat outside, our place was a refrigerator, well stocked with fresh fruit and water. My favorite part was the outdoor shower that was a fantastic experience the one night that it rained (the hot and cold water combining to make a most relaxing clean! We feasted on Balinese Barbecue and watched golden dancers twist and weave to the eery bells and flutes of local music. We drove through local artisan villages to visit silversmiths and woodcarvers and ate another delicious meal with a view of the islands main volcano. On our last day, we snorkeled in the reef and fed the fish with bread. They ate right out of our hands and I absolutely loved it! That was the pinacle of the trip for me - there in the open water with both of my wonderful parents feeding exotic fish an afternoon lunch :). We also stopped on Turtle Island and fed sea turtles, held a couple exotic birds and I even played with the cutest bat you've ever seen and a giant snake!
We returned to Singapore for some shopping and a night safari which was quite fun. I got to try out a therapy that is banned in the states by putting my feet into an aquarium full of nibble fish that feel like little vibrations and suction eating your dead skin cells. Your feet emerge smooth as can be! Very cool. It was a sad goodbye when I boarded my next flight to Phuket, Thailand, but it made my holidays complete. This is my first Christmas away from home and spending time with my parents was much needed!! I love you Mom and Dad!
I met a few friends on Phuket island for Mandy's Birthday. Another Thai paradise, we stayed in the magnificent Indigo Pearl resort (Thank You Kerry!) and with the theme of a tin mine that used to exist there, the attention to detail was incredible. With 3 pools, 2 of which were adults only infinty pools and shops, several restaurants and bars, big grassy areas to lounge on and right across from the beach, you couldn't ask for much more. We had a great time lighting lanterns at night, sending our wishes into the starry skies and playing on the beach. We snorkeled in even clearer water than Bali and this time the fish favorite was bananas - I must have fed thousands! They crowded in, an inch from my face, nipping anything they could get close to, I even held one by its tail! Ha, brilliant.
Next stop, Kerry and I hopped a ferry over to PhiPhi Island, which although beautiful as well, was a bit overdeveloped and being squashed by construction everywhere. Accommodation was expensive, but we tracked down a decent place through the throngs of beach clad vacationers. Unfortunately, something came up back in Bangkok and Kerry had to leave the next day so I made my own plans to move on as well to Krabi, famous for its limestone cliff climbing. Before I left however, I watched the local women, swathed in Thai batik sarongs, taking advantage of the receding tide, sift through stones and naked coral for hidden crabs and enjoyed a Singapore Sling (the real Sling from the famed Raffles Hotel cost about $23!!) while catching up on my journal. In the evening, I had one of the best massages of my life - a traditional Thai massage, stretching me like salt water taffy! The next morning, with a breakfast of fresh fruit, the tide having come back, I walked along the waters edge strewn with boulders carved in the seas image, undulating and lapping at the land. I couldn't resist getting in the water once more but soon enough it was time to go.
Alone again, I hadn't figured out my direction from Krabi just yet, when a group of guys asked if I wanted to share a taxi into town. They had a flight to Koh Samui (where my parents and I had originally planned on going) and at $40, I decided to join them. I sacrificed the rock climbing for a good deal on a flight and the next day I found myself on island #5. The group split since most of them were looking for a wild and crazy beach to party all night on and I was looking for something a little more quiet. Nick, from London and I found some beach bungalows on a splendid little beach on the north side of the island. Ahh to be lulled to sleep every night by the sound of waves! :) Nick was great company and he also introduced me to the Heros TV series which was our nightly entertainment - I was hooked! We both tried windsurfing for the first time, SO much fun and NOT as easy as it looks! I also sprung for yet another massage and this was my new BEST! In a cute little open air hut with sheer curtains and a mere 5 meters from the rolling waves. The sensation of Tiger Balm simultaneously heating while the sea breeze cooled was intense. A floral scented cold compress on my eyes and face, she actually walked on my back and rolled me up onto her knees, suspending me and stretching me in the air! Wow, if only I had that every week!
Once Nick left to meet his friend on Koh Tao, I hired a motorbike (about $5 for 24hrs!) to explore the rest of the island. Dotted with numerous elaborate golden temples, shimmering with mirror work and watched over by giant Buddhas. I drove through palm plantations, hiked up dirt tracks looking for good view/picture points, bought more succulent fruits along the way and raced down the roads, topping out at a whopping 70k/hr, the winds narrowing my eyes and whipping my ponytail, my helmet slipping down making me feel like a super hero on vacation :). Ahh, I love the freedom of a motorbike! The next morning, I woke up early to visit one more site, I had the "Big Buddha" all to myself and a fantastic view of the island. !!!
Now, back in the mainland, I am looking forward to exploring Chiang Mai. I have no idea where I will be for Christmas... wish me luck on finding a suitable place to celebrate!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Bali Bound!
As I mentioned before, I narrowly missed the mob heading to the Bangkok airport and my parents were not so lucky. After waiting a few days to see if the situation would be ameliorated, my parents chose to redirect to Singapore since they had a limited window for their vacation. After nearly a week absorbing the comforts of my friends' gorgeous flat, getting manicured, pedicured and massaged, my hair cut and even joining in an evening of "footy" (soccer) and attending a marvelous Ball/All-night-dance-party (Huge THANK YOU to Ange and Kerry!!), I managed through sheer luck to get a ticket on the train heading south that was sold out for a week and off I went!
If I thought I was on easy street being in Thailand, coming from India, I was wrong. While things were definitely more comfortable, the first thing I was told as I borded the luxurious train, was that the rails were flooded and we would have to get off early and manage a bus from there. 16 hours brought me to the border region where I processed through customs into Maylasia and in another 10hours I rolled into the capital, Kuala Lumpur. Once again, my friends are AMAZING and Kerry helped me connect with Mandy who was more than happy to invite this stranger into her fabulous flat (with rooftop pool and sauna) for a good nights rest. I am truly blessed!
A series of emails with my parents found that flights from Singapore to KL were canceled with the reopening of the bkk airport since they want to keep it from over-crowding (?) so as a desperate attempt to finally reunite us, I have a flight there tomorrow and then all three of us, with any luck, wing our way to Bali for some much needed (my parents anyway) R&R& hopefully some Asian culture!
PS: This makes flight #28 and country #31!!!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Trouble in Thailand
As I hopped in a taxi and directed it to my friends place, we zoomed down the highway towards town and I noticed what I thought was a parade going the opposite way. Flags awaving and car-fulls of people jammed the road. "What is that?" I pointed and the taxi driver casually answered, "The mob". "The mob? What mob?" He just smiled. I learned later that I had narrowly missed these anti-government protesters taking over of the airport, trapping thousands of passengers inside and stranding hundreds of thousands that were scheduled to leave in the coming days.
They say that an average of 30,000 people arrive at that airport every day and with that many people cancelling flights, hotels, tours, not shopping or eating out - not to mention the planes carrying food, mail and other products into and out of Thailand - this standoff is crippling. The trouble is, most of the yellow clad protesters (you wear red if you support the current government like highschool tug-of-war teams) are from the villages and are there just to boost the numbers. They are getting paid 500 a day to be there versus their average 100 baht income so why not? It's not hurting them at all! Most probably don't have any idea of the repercusions for their country. The government and military don't want to admit anything is really amiss and also want to avoid any violence so they continue to throw pebbles, ie not do anything that has any effect and life goes on as usual in the city.
Will there be a coup? No one knows. Will it get violent? The 'state of emergency' declared guarantees the military can get away with more, but no one wants that so... Who knows. All I know, is that my parents were supposed to arrive on Friday for a much needed vacation and have had to be rerouted all the way down to Singapore so I am off on a two day train ride to meet them. What a hassle! Wish me luck riding through malaysia which itself does not have the best reputation for travelers... all part of the adventure right?!
One Day in Dhaka
Here is a brief outline of my stay:
10:30am- My 25th flight of the year lands gently in Dhaka and all 28 passengers climb out onto the tarmac and walk into the airport. I am pleasantly surprised with the large, modern and spotlessly clean building and am immediately met by a man inquiring whether I am proceeding on to Bangkok. "Follow me Madam".
11:30am- I have learned that I could have spent the day in a hotel, but that the government insists I pay $20 cash in order to set foot on their soil so I am shown the restaraunt where I can eat my meals and relegated to the waiting lounge.
12:45pm- I tell the waiter that I will take lunch at 1pm and settle into my new book, Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie; a very good book so far.
1:00pm- No Lunch arrives so when I signal the server he indicates it's actually already...
1:30pm (apparently Bangladesh is half an hour ahead) and was confused about when I actually wanted to eat. So now I get my bland dal, plain rice and chicken drown in one layer of 'curry' and one of oil. I also notice pods of all-white clad people mulling about like airport disciples. I could definitely relate and considered joining their ranks but then decided they might be in a little deeper than I. Or, perhaps the airport had lost all of their luggage and gave them sheets to wear. I later find out they are pilgrims on their way to Mecca.
4:00pm- I've read quite a bit, watched a little Indian Idol (so bad, so hilarious!) and listened to my ipod when two ladies in purdah sit in front of me and soon after strike up a conversation. They become my companions for the rest of the evening as their flight did not leave until early the next morning and it was incredibly interesting speaking with them! Some of the first questions they ask me is if I am married, how old I am (*gasp* and not married??), and if I am traveling alone. One had her face completely covered and when I asked if she was married, she laughed and said she was only 16 - it is hard to tell just by the eyes! Once we established a relationship, I asked if they ever got tired of wearing all black and they said no, they were used to it. They wore colors under their long jacket, but it was for their protection so men would not look at them. The mother (who I guessed to be about 50), noticed I was reading a 'Learn Hindi' book and could not supress her excitement. For the next hour or two I was quizzed on all sorts of Hindi, most of which I must say I hadn't a clue. They would both speak to me from either side at the same time, neither minding that the other was also speaking, making it very difficult to even attempt to learn, but also an amusing process. Eventually, dinner time rolled around and I was spared future examination.
8:00pm- Dinner was served to all Biman transfer passengers at the same time so once the clock hands hit 8, about 150 people streamed in and by
8:15pm- the din of diners and their clattering cuttlery was over as most had seemingly inhaled the dal/rice/chicken combo.
10:00pm- Besides a brief break when my new friends retired to the prayer room, I have engaged in an animated conversation with them. They are eager to speak with a western girl as much as I am eager to hear from them. The 16yr olds eyes dart to and fro and points out a man passing us saying "See, he is looking at me" to support her purdah style (I think to myself, it might be because you are in purdah, I looked at you to... but keep it to myself). She also admits to me that she really likes Tom Cruise, "Ah, if only he wanted two wives!" she jokes.
We cover whether I eat pork, beef, wine. I am proudly shown the new jewelry they have purchased and asked why I wear none. The mother tells me she hopes I marry soon to which I reply I will when I find the right one, to which she laughs and says "No right one, not important. Important you marry." She tells me that although her older daughter is getting her MD, she felt it was time for her to marry (at 20yrs old) so she engaged her to a man in another country. She laughs again, when telling me that he daughter was 'furious' and worried she would not be able to complete her studies but graciously the groom-to-be has said that after the wedding she can stay until she finishes her studies. The 16yr old nods and says "There just comes a time when you have to get married". Aye aye. I am so glad I am not in that position but I am just as glad that I am getting this very interesting interaction!! So rarely I think, is someone like me, bearing my calves and all, let into this inner ring. Fleetingly, the teenager furtively removed the part that covered her face to adjust it and I was shocked to see her! It was quite strange to suddenly see the face that you had already been talking to and had an image of...
1:00am- I have felt tired on and off but even cuddled up in my blanket there are too many bright neon lights and shuffling noises to allow for sleep. A young girl sits in front of me, turns to observe me a couple time and then comes to sit right next to me, soon followed by her older sister. Turns out, they are from Bangladesh and moving to California. Both speak halting english but are SO interested to speak with me! "What are you wearing" is their first question since I was wrapped in my blanket. They want to fit in. I enjoy the interview and relish their excitement towards the new life head of them. I am their very first American and newest friend.
4:00am- I should be sleeping by now so as I start to curl up, the mother catches me with "Can I ask you something, no worry? No feel strange?", "Of course" I say. "I ask you in english and you answer in hindi okay?", "Okay I ask? One-two-three? Ek-do-teen?" she says delaying her own question. I can hardly wait to hear it. "So with your age... I mean, you had boyfriend yes? So... you have sexual experience?" Ha! I was not sure how to respond. I had already admitted to the wine and the pork and the boyfriend(s) but what do you say? I was very pleased that we clearly had established a trust enough that she could voice her curiosities especially in front of her young daughter who's framed eyes betrayed her intrigue. I did have experience I told her, not as much as some my age, but it had to be with the right person, which I hadn't yet found I repeated. "You don't... miss it?" Haha, this was brilliant! That line of questioning ended with her repeating her wish for me that I marry soon, very sweet.
7:00am- Breakfast time and my friends left to board their flight back to India. We exchanged emails and they insisted I stay with them if I am ever in town.
11:30am- My flight is finally boarding. I have my big backpack with me as well as my carry-on since I had to reclaim it and despite asking where I check it back in, I am directed right through security and onto the plane. "That's not going to fit in here Madam". "I know, I asked where I was supposed to put it..." "Well, we don't have a full flight so we can just strap it down in the seat next to you." Okay, easy enough for me. It's just like not getting my passport checked for my ticket in Calcutta (they just saw my printout and issued me a ticket) - security is not the same as it is in the states! And I was off to Thailand, flight #26, country #28, total of 3 hours flight time from Calcutta to Bangkok took me 28, but I would absolutely not have traded the experience for a direct flight!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Travel tip from Tom
"To younger travelers: Don't embarrass us all by wearing a "Gamma Theta Phi 1st annual pole sitting and raw Pig-a-thon (Sponsored by Zeff's Auto Parts and WXLR 91 FM Golden Oldies Tower of Power Blast From Your Past Hot Hits) Bloomsburg State College, Greek Week Monster Blow-Out Bash 2007" plastered across your chest. Shirts like that confuse people in other countries. However, a discreet message confirming your concern for gay rainforest whales would not be amiss and may even score points with a young Euro."
-Thomas Neenan, "Let's Blow Through Europe"
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Are we there yet?
At first, I couldn't wait to get in. A long bus journey brought us to the border and with only minor obstacles (surprising how not having a measly $5usd can stop you in your tracks). Once across the border (checking off my 27th country!), we learned that Diwali or Dipawali, the fantastic festival of light and renewal that we had just celebrated on the Ganges in Varanassi, lasted a week in Nepal and therefore, most of the money changers, rickshaw drivers and busses were taking the holiday(s) off. Id been told repeatedly by everyone that I would find Nepal so much easier but I didnt see much of a difference yet!
Ignoring the locals trying to steer us onto the 'only' bus from the border that day, going to a different city than we wanted, we hired a rickshaw to take us to the local bus station - that was completely abandoned. One man sat behind the bars and told us that there might be a bus running to Pokhara in a couple hours, but he wasn't sure. Our luck held though and after a short wait, the little bus did arrive and accepted a full load of tourists with no options.
Another long bus ride took us into the heart of Nepal, lush green countryside, villages perched precariously on stilts off the edge of the winding road and people gathered together. Men on their haunches playing games, chewing and spitting paan, kids with toothy grins waving and playing with scraps and if we caught sight of women they were usually carrying something - always something to be carried somewhere. Staring out the window I tried to discern what distinguished Nepal and my first thoughts were one, the people seemed to fit. I don't think order is exactly the right word, but there was space in Nepal. Everything had not only space enough to exist, but to breath, move around... I could take a deep breath and not wonder how much of that "air" was sticking to my lungs. Also, literally right across the border, men started wearing a Nepali style hat. I saw fewer saris, but just as many salwar kamis on the women and a new style basket worn on the back but strung across the forehead - perfect for carrying.
We shared a taxi down to the tourist sector along the lake with a brilliant dutch girl, Brigitte, who would, although we didnt know it then, turn our duo into a trio and provide wonderful company the next two weeks. Sebastiaan and Brigitte decided they wanted to test the local rapids so while they were away rocking on whitewater (and flipping into icewater I later found out), I took the time alone to wander around the lake and hike up the surrounding hills to places like the World Peace Pagoda and a breathtaking view of some of the worlds highest mountains from the village of Sarangkot. It was absolutely ideal for me, blue skies, chatting with locals, playing with kids and of course stopping to take photographs whenever the moment touched me.
The colors were unusually saturated and while sitting in my favorite lakeside cafe, savoring a fresh baked croissant, I honestly pondered the possibilty that there were two juxtaposed heavens right there in front of me. One for the paragliders and hawks to chase eachother in and one brought down for us to bathe and float in. Hills flanked the lake and faded slightly like open pages from a good book... Pokhara was a happy place for relaxing trekkers just about to leave or just returning from their respective journeys in the wild. It also offered me a reprieve from the cow revering country of India by serving up a thick juicy steak on my first night there :).
Sebastiaan returned with a stomach bug that wouldn't give up so he regretfully had to stay behind in Pokhara to get well while Brigitte and I set our sights on a 4 day trek to Poon Hill, supposedly the most impressive viewpoint of the entire famed Jomson Trek.
We each paid Rs2000 (about $35) for a permit to hike within the Annapurna range and also hired a porter for our things because, no we weren't being lazy, thats just what you do when you're in Nepal! Our porter turned out to be quite the character and almost a burden. He actually complained we were going too fast (and no, we did not give him bricks to carry. We gave him just one pack with essentials - honest)!
I must admit the hike did not exactly live up to my dream of an arduous, sweat inducing, adventure in the Himalaya. The first day, though pretty steep and ending in a long string of steps up, up, up, we never really got too far away from civilization. We walked from guesthouse to tiny village to tea house and passed too many people along the way. Once I got past my expectations though, it was a marvelous hike. The crowd thinned each day and we found more nature. Agriculture lands, rice being harvested, rivers, woods, rickety bridges and falls with rudimentary water collecting systems that were awesome to watch. Reminded me of the ol' gold panning days in the wild west... or at least movies Ive seen of those times ;).
Poon Hill made every other mountain vista hang their peaks in shame. We opted to hike there for sunset rather than sunrise to the protest of both our porter and hotel owner, "No, no, no, you go for sunrise, you go in the dark, frozen, morning, thats what everyone does..." We can always go again I thought and up we went. The sun set in front of the mountains, some of the highest in the world, so we were rewarded with ever-shifting hues sliding from gentle pastels to searing reds and oranges and the best part was - we had it all to ourselves! As opposed to the traffic jam we were told about in the morning with every other hiker in the area fighting to take pictures and climb the observation tower. We were quite pleased to stay in bed 'til the late hour of 7am :).
Brigitte was the perfect hiking partner as we spent an evenly proportioned time together chatting and apart, going our own paces, sometimes sharing our favorite songs from our ipods.
Each night, we stayed in quaint little tea lodges that felt like tree houses and served surprisingly delicious dishes by a fire and hot ginger lemon tea in the crisp mornings. It wasn't roughing it, that's for sure, but it was magical in its own right. Part exercise, part relaxing, part socializing... Lovely! On the last day down, I found a large flat rock in the middle of the river and I could not resist climbing out to it. The water cascaded all around me and little droplets bounced on a trampoline like crystal popcorn on either side. I have not been so completely content in a long time.
Once back in Pokhara, Sebastiaan was back in action and the three of us enjoyed some last comfort foods before we took a bus to Kathmandu. On first glimpse, it reminded me of Delhi with its slum-like dwellings and cement, lifeless building, but once we came closer to the heart of the city I realized it was nothing like it. In fact, once again, the space was what I noticed. Our hotel room had a balcony that looked out onto a square. Every morning, as I awoke around 6:30am, earlier than the others, I would watch the locals play badmitton, shops open, fresh chai being served (although I never found a real good chai in Nepal), uniformed kids on their way to school and various animals looking for breakfast. I also splurged a little on the many bakeries in town - my weakness ;).
Seeing the sights ended up being more expensive than anywhere in India, everything charged, even just walking through Durbar square was Rs250, but the sights are incredible. I have never seen so many temples and historic buildings packed into such a small area! Sitting up a long set of stairs and watching the parade of men carrying massive loads of mysteriously wrapped goods strapped to their heads, arguments instantly gathering crowds, kids weaving through traffic of people and rickshaws, tourists snapping photos left and right... Ahh, the life in this place! We also visited two very impressive Buddhist Stupas, one being the most recognizable symbol of Nepal, Swayambunath (nicknamed the monkey temple, rightfully so - one even snatched my chocolate away and seemed surprised when I tried to snatch it back!) It was a really peaceful place that I wish we would have spent more time at. I also quite enjoyed circumambulating the stupa at sunset with hundreds of people including monks, locals and a handful of tourists... for someone that doesn't have too many spiritual experiences, I could not deny the power created by the faithful.
Unfortunately, we were only given 15 day visas and our time was up so we looked into getting to Darjeeling. Travel agents were surprisingly friendly but unhelpful. They all told us that it would be cheaper to go ourselves to the bus station as hey would have to charge us an extra fee (yes, isnt that what travel agents do?) so we wandered out to the place that sold bus tickets, nothing was in english and most people insisted we couldnt even go that way because the monsoon this year had washed out the bridge. Better to take a 24hour journey out the side of Nepal and go all the way around they said. I, perhaps partly out of stubborness and partly out of intrigue in the challenge, decided I would rather chance it and go straight. We bought tickets to the river and off we went!
Once at the river, in the darkness of 5am, we were ushered onto another bus for the last couple kilometers to a bamboo foot bridge they had built over part of the river. Every step creaked and strained under the weight of me and my backpack and I imagined crashing through and being drug underwater - that was the most nerve-wracking crossing of my life! Next, we walked a couple K to the real crossing that had to be done with boats. We faced sheer chaos. People pushed and shouted to get a spot on overcrowded craft, as more and more arrived. Boatsmen argued over who was next and how many people were too many people. All of this with a backdrop of the sun rising over this calm river that had completely flooded the region not too long ago and left thousands without home, forced into flood victim tents. The rest of the region was a waste land. The worst part of this all, was that my intense interest in this whole scene was hampered by the fact that I desperately needed to 'use a restroom'! It was making me sick, but there was no place for a girl to go - Sebastiaan tried to shield me with my blanket but there were too many people on all sides that stopped to watch the second that the only foreigners did anything and I couldn't.
The boat finally left the shore, belching and sputtering the thickest black smoke towards the 20 or so people unlucky enough to have gotten a spot at the back of the boat. We disembarked into the water and walked another half K to a final small crossing and the busses onward.
You would think the adventure was over... The bus stopped an hour or two later in a small town behind several others. "There is a strike ahead". We are told... Great. Nobody knows when it will end, if it will end, "Go back the way you came" was their advice. Not a chance. We waited a couple hours until we noticed busses moving. Apparently they were all lining up and we were going to get a police escort... in maybe two more hours! Good thing Sebas and I are patient people. The only worry was that the border might close and we would have to pay a fine for our expired visas. By the way, the one good thing about this unscheduled stop was that I was finally able to find, literally, a hole in the ground with 4 walls around it - this marked 28 hours!!
Enter tourist bus full of 50+yr old Aussies- our saving grace. Sebas struck up a conversation with them and soon enough they had permission to go on and invited us to come with them! The only vehical larger than a motorcycle allowed on the road and police at various points riding on our roof or driving ahead of us, we made it through the turbulent area to the border! Are we there yet?? Almost! Paperwork completed, we strolled across the border and I could feel the Indian soil under my feet! Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed Nepal, but I tell ya, it was good to be back!
Sebastiaan and I spent a few days enjoying the famed hillstation of Darjeeling and besides of course sharing several pots of pure darjeeling tea, hiked around, read and relaxed before we took a memorable 8 hour ride on the World Heritage Toy Train (a trip that takes 3 hours by jeep) and parted ways in NJP. I had grown accustomed to having my dear friend around, we shared many good days together and it was strange to suddenly be on my own again. But there I was, waiting for my 11 hour overnight train to Calcutta, which was sold out of sleeper seats so I got to sit on a wooden bench surrounded by men releasing too many of their gasses... I never said travel was always enjoyable ;)
I've now got a couple days to explore Kolkata, a city less threatening than I expected, with deliciously cheap street food and the last bastion for hand-drawn rickshaws, before I board my 25th flight of the year to Bangkok (with a 25 hour layover in Dhaka)! I can't wait!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sightseeing with Sebastiaan
Sebastiaan and I wasted no time in hitting the road as we left the comforts of Delhi on a tincan government bus to Agra. Along the way, we befriended Gabor, a nice hungarian that was biking though India with an occasional bus ride on the long stretches. We arrived late at night and while Sebas and I caught a rickshaw, Gabor raced behind us. I was really quite jealous that he had his own wheels - I miss a good workout terribly! In the morning we rose early to get the promised sunrise view of the Taj Mahal from our roof, but instead found a smoggy, faded outline of the famed mosoleum. The area around the Taj was cram-packed with ugly cement tenements and hotels, but the life going on was quite interesting to watch from above. We had one focus. This image we have seen so many times, all over the world, the whole reason we were here in the first place, was barely holding back the modern, conjested, ugly weight squeezing it from all sides. Kids were going to school and people were opening up shops, seemingly unaware of what was on the other side of that great wall - did they not realize they lived right next to the Taj Mahal? Of course they did, otherwise there would not be so many foreigners in their way.
We toured the sights. Agra Fort, the "baby taj", the river but most of our time was spent in awe of the great Taj Mahal and believe me, it is everything they say it is and more. I had my doubts. At $18 a ticket, its easily the most expensive sight in all of India and sometimes these places that are so over exposed can be disappointing but I could have spent the entire day just sitting on the clean white marble surrounding the Taj (everyone must remove their shoes before climbing up to the platform). My feet absorbed the energy, my imagination sparked and I had the rare sense that lifeless stone can be hewn by human heart and infused with spirit to emenate a timeless indescribable energy even now, 400 years later. I just wished I could appreciate it all by myself, somehow have a personal viewing... Im not often that impressed.
Sebas also got the chance to peddal our cycle rickshaw uphill and when we ran into our friend Gabor again after getting seperated he joined us for the Best Thali (typical Indian meal served on a metal plate with several small servings of various dishes - dal, mixed veg etc and chapati) in town, at a locals only place Id heard about. The same helpful local had convinced me to stop in Orchha on our way to Khajuraho which turned out to be incredible - it pays to listen to the locals!
Orchha, which means "hidden place", truly is like a secret garden. Everywere you looked, there were ruins of palaces and temples and one massive fort across the wide river running through town. While Sebas paid the Rs250 for the main sights, I chose to wander off into the countryside and explore the other hidden treasures Indiana Jones style. I followed some goats through an abandoned archway to a spot on the river where locals were doing laundry and hacked my way through overgrowth to an edifice whispering stories of its past... all to myself! I loved it!
Sebas had his first brush with Hinduism as we shared chai with the priest of a temple we came upon and beamed to me with his first tika (colorful blessing placed on the forehead). To my great disappointment, our schedule did not allow us to remain another day and we had to return to catch our bus to Khajuraho, famous for its Kama Sutra Temples.
The temples of Khajuraho had some of the most intricate carving I have seen in India and reminded me of the carvings of Copan in Honduras. The subect matter of course, differed vastly. To be honest though, it was not all ancient, wild sexual positions, but rather an open display of day to day life. It was more a celebration of woman with women writing letters, bathing, battle scenes, even agriculture - and yes, wild sexual positions. It was interesting to see some carvings covering their eyes, or looking away as well as some quite interested in what was going on - there was a lot of life and movement in that simple stone.
We met a young boy of about 12yrs old that helped us rent bikes and took us to the temples outside town. We spent a wonder afternoon peddaling around the old village, everything was SO photogenic but I didnt want to interupt the scene by pulling out my camera. I also discovered a new fruit called sandala in Hindi, maybe waterfruit in english? For those that know me, it was definitely a new fruit day in both senses of the phrase!
From there we took a bus and a train to Varanassi, Indias holiest city for Diwali, Indias biggest holiday. It is a celebration of light and the triumph of good over evil and one of the things Ive wanted to witness since I started learning about India. Although I believe its a place that does not reveal itself to most visitors, we were there during a special time and I think we had superb timing. As one of Indias largest cities we again encountered pollution and crowds and overwhelming smells. I was beginning to fear that Sebastiaan was going to take away a very negative view of the country Ive come to adore.
We explored the maze of alleyways, toured a silk factory, saw young boys that had been taken in from the street to learn the art of embroidery for free room and board, joined briefly in a cricket match with the backdrop of ancient temples (no matter how many times I play, Im still rubbish, but at least I didnt hold the bat like in baseball as Sebastiaan! ;) and finally made our way down to the dirty (to put it nicely) Ganges. We strolled along the ghats until we came to the main ghat where Sebas was convinced to get a whole-body, two-person massage while I people watched - there was so much to see! People with shaved heads coming to bathe after bringing their loved ones to the burning ghats, nearly naked yogis with dreadlock behives writhing atop their ash covered bodies, tourists with cameras pointed in all directions... again, such life!
We hired a boat to give us a tour and against my desires, we took a brief tour of the burning ghats. I was very uncomfortable there to say the least, the cessation of life there... I dont know, to a Hindu its the release of the spirit from the rebirth process so its a happy occasion, but for me... well too many thoughts to express here. I also dont hang out at cemeteries to watch burials, go figure.
The best part of our stay in Varanassi was upon returning to the main ghat we were ushured to another boat to watch the Diwali great puja (prayer ceremony). Again, I cant explain everything that happened here, but it was a magnificent sight, filled with color and fire and light and fireworks and music and chanting... As many people as could fit in the stairs and as many as had been lucky enough to be out on the water watched in a glow and immediately afterwards the whole city errupted in explosions. The Indians love their ear-bursting bombs! The great thing is that Ive seen plenty of fireworks in my time, but in the states its all very controlled. Here, I was getting showers of sparks coming down on my head from fire-fountains on rooftops. Rockets were shooting every-which way and around every corner we had to see if kids were covering their ears from a cherrybomb they had lit in the middle of the alley... at our feet. It was so much fun! We were invited to light fireworks on the rooftop of a shopkeeper and I know the sight and sound of pyrotechnics all around us and giant sparklers in our hands will be with me for a long time hence!
The next day we visited temples, Sebas witnessed the craze that came over a large group of boys at a parade we were watching when I was discovered and got a couple good pictures to prove it and finally a long trip (including our bus driving in the dark with no lights) brought us to the border of...
Nepal!!!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Rest of Rajasthan (a novel)
Ahhh, now that’s more like it! I have returned to
*Reader beware, this is a lengthy one so if you would like the summary, skip to the last paragraph :) Pictures to come soon.
After researching prices, hemming and hawing about the possible uber-touristy-ness of a camel trek, I found a good price from a reputable agent and decided to go for it. It was absolutely the best decision! At
More camel riding, I would try to inch my camel into the lead, which from what I could tell she liked but was quite lazy about. Our last stop before camp was another small village that had an actual refrigerator, which means COLD drinks! It was the closest thing to an oasis that I’ve ever found and paying 3times the regular cost was well worth it!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Change of plans
My friend's flight was canceled for unknown reasons and somehow the best sollution was to cancel the trip altogether... Ask me not for further explanation.
So, without further ado, I leave today for Jodhpur. The same Jodhpur that made international headlines just a week ago for a stampede of people trying to get into a temple that killed more than 150 people... Should be an interesting place.
My solo trip continues, but I am now anxiously awaiting a second, (first now) visitor, Sebastiaan! A good friend of mine from the Netherlands who promises to bring Stroop waffels and a great laugh :) in about 2 weeks.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Time to Un-relax!
Many short breaths... that's the opposite of a long deep breath that you take when you need to relax right? I desperately need to UN-relax! I'm back in
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
(Not quite) 100 things Ive learned in 100 days
· *September 9th marks day 100 in India for me and I've been gathering a list of things that India has taught me. For those of you that have been here, please do add your own bits of wisdom - I would love to hear them!
· On a dark road, avoid even darker spots on the ground
· I will never get used to the smell of urine
· Always carry Toilet Paper
· Squat-toilets aren’t always better than no toilet
· Always carry an extra plastic bag (thanks Tina)
· Always carry mosquito spray/afterbite
· Always carry a flashlight/torch
· I can never have enough masala chai
· Never plan on electricity
· Never expect anything to depart/arrive on time
· I love riding in auto-rickshaws and hate riding in cycle-rickshaws (and will not ride in the wagons pulled around in Mt. Abu)
· Monkeys, cows, dogs, and goats are cheeky animals, it’s the pigs that behave
· There is nothing like Indian hospitality
· Words like different, same, little etc must be repeated to have meaning
· Staring is not impolite, it is in fact, a way of life
· Traveling as a single woman means that I haven’t been able to find a husband in my own country and came to India to find one
· When in doubt, take your shoes off
· Trash put in the ever-so-rare bin will end up tossed in the street anyway (and I still can't bring myself to put it there myself)
· Red on the ground is either blood or snowcone
· Coconut and ginger go well with (almost) everything
· Hindi is a very difficult language – but I love the challenge
· Bless India
· Bless India for giving Tibetans sanctuary
· Bless Tibetans
· Bless the Dalai Lama
· Yes means, yes, I don’t know, I don’t understand, maybe, you’re welcome and We found your item but we are not going to tell you where it is…
· There are actually times when I am not in the mood to be in a photo
· I’m finally getting retribution for all of the ‘snaps’ I’ve taken of locals
· Stickers are a good thing to have on you for local kids
Something as simple as a red dot can gain entrance into some of the most private circles
· Apparently, I love playing dress up as much as I did at age 5
· We should all celebrate brother/sister day
· I am destined to carry a layer of India around as long as I am in the country
· To me, ‘dirty’ is relative, however clean is not
· One can never be alone in this country unless locked in your hotel room and even then, more than likely, bugs are there to keep you company
· I believe I have seen more than enough Hindu temples for the rest of my life
· Poverty and poor are two very different things
· The human spirit can endure much more than the mind can comprehend
· My horn honking/buzzing/jingle-jangling tolerance is a bell curve
· The aggregate of little things is what’s important, frustrating, what teaches, defines, builds up and breaks down – what is India