Saturday, December 20, 2008

Island Hopping

This month I have added 4 countries to my list and spent the majority of my time on islands, which is out of the ordinary for me. I am currently at the Koh Samui airport, waiting for my 31st and final (I think!) flight of the year to Chiang Mai - back to the mainland!

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!

Well, it looks like what I thought would be a nice relaxing holiday visit with my parents and then some exploration of Thailand has turned into nothing of the sort!

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

Many of you have been asking if I am alright with all this turmoil in Thailand so here is a quick update.

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

That's 24 hours plus one to be exact, that I spent in the Dhaka (capital of Bangladesh) airport. I prepared myself with a blanket and snacks for the long wait, only to find out that Biman Airways would actually put me up in a hotel and feed me, only to find out that in order to leave the airport I had to buy a $20 72 hour visa with either USD or local currancy, of course I had neither so it was back to plan A - sleeping in the lounge. Lounge really is a misnomer, because all I was provided was a hard plastic chair to lounge in, but Ive had worse places to sleep that's for sure!

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

I read this quote this morning and thought it was good enough to post :).

"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?

"Are we there yet?" This is the bookend phrase to my 15 splendid days in Nepal.

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!Italic

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

Once again, I have a lot of catching up to do. With all the facinating things going on, that is truly a challenge, but this time I really am going to try my best to summarize!

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 Delhi after an outstanding 2 weeks of adventure, new and old friends! Clearly, India had missed me during my unfortunate hiatus as much as I missed her, because she welcomed me back with open arms and surprises at every stop!

*Reader beware, this is a lengthy one so if you would like the summary, skip to the last paragraph :) Pictures to come soon.

I hopped on a night bus (the first of many) to Jodhpur, Rajasthan's blue city and arrived about 14 hours later. I hadn’t left the bus the entire time and hadn’t 'used the restroom' in about 17 so I was ready to burst! India doesn’t really cater to female travellers that way. As is common, the private bus stopped in the middle of nowhere so travellers are forced to hire a rickshaw. I refuse to lose that game so I usually get to amble in a direction chosen by my instincts or maybe a whiff of samosas until I shake the last tout from my trail. This time I wandered past a 5star hotel and decided that would be the best and probably only place to find a "public" toilet. The woman at the front desk gave me and my backpack a disapproving look but the man pointed me down the hall and I had a brief glimpse into a gorgeous hotel where other more, fortunate, travellers stay (they even provided toilet paper - what luxury!).

My friend in Pushkar had already phoned ahead so I had guesthouses expecting me in my next two destinations. I was given a nice room at the base of the beautiful Meherangarh Fort, ordered lunch from the rooftop cafe and then rested from the midday heat before getting out to explore. Despite the fact that it’s Oct, the temperature is still regularly around 33/92 degrees!

Since I was on my own, I had a couple things on my To-Do list, like get my hair cut and try to finally find a tailor who could make the top I designed. While wandering towards a market, I stopped in a spice shop and was pleased to get more than a sales pitch but actually a lesson on Indian spices from a girl about my age whose family had been in the spice business for decades. I bought a few of their special mixes and as I left asked her about a place to get my haircut. She wouldn’t recommend any in the area and said they would charge me an outrageous tourist price anyway so if I came back the next day, her mom would be happy to cut my hair. What luck!

In the market I found a fantastic little juice shop that sold a special "Makanhiya" Lassi for just Rs10 (about 25c) that was thick and sweet and delicious, now my second favorite treat in India (not including anything from Mcleod Ganj)! Then, on my way to a temple that I had seen from my roof, a shopkeeper, who I was originally sceptical of, accompanied me and ended up inviting me to his brothers wedding that night! Not only that, but he would take me to his family's tailor, who he promised would give me an Indian/honest price. My first day back in India proper and I can’t believe my good fortune. I was brought to his mother who gave me a Khagra to wear, the Rajasthani dress of a skirt, top and large scarf pleated and wrapped around me.

I am not sure I can properly put into words the menagerie that took place that night! I felt something like... part Disney Princess, part NBA Cheerleader. All the men wanted their picture taken with me and to dance with me. I was ushered into the photography session with the groom who grinned proudly as I, someone he has never seen in his life, stood next to him in front of 7 or 8 still and video cameras. Next, the women and darling little girls wanted to be in a picture with me, one even pulling me down, crowning me with her tiara and then each one dragging me in a different direction to meet someone or stand where they thought I should be standing.

The groom was finally draped with a huge vale of flowers, perched upon a white horse and led out into the streets, around the reception. Every 5 minutes or so the whole line would stop, the men in the front, the women in the back, the sweet little lower caste girls hired to carry lights on their heads and the band would intensify signalling a time to dance. More than once I was called back to my "proper" place with the women when I tried to sneak around and take pictures - silly foreign girl, get back here where you belong - and almost every time I was cajoled, sometimes tugged into the center of the circle for a performance which I must admit, lost its novelty after the first 3 or 4 rounds. The last stop, back inside, I’m pretty sure that drummer would have burst through his drum before stopping if I hadn’t insisted I was finished! I only have so many bollywood and Punjabi moves in my repertoire!

My new friend, who had anxiously shuffled between the men’s and women’s groups to make sure I was being taken care of, warned me not to talk to any other men and also proceeded to introduce me to every family member and friend that he could possibly find. After the food was served, people seemed to trickle out pretty quickly as the groom sat with other men on the stage apparently waiting for the bride to come at the auspicious hour chosen by the family astrologer sometime later that night. We too left in proper Indian style, I rode on a motorbike behind two men, side-saddle with my scarf fluttering behind me. What a brilliant day!!

I awoke early the next morning to get an omelette from the famous omelette-shop down town and then hike up to explore the fort. Admission was free for Indians and Rs 250 for foreigners but I had heard the audio guide was worth it and they were right. Chock full of information, I spent the whole afternoon wandering around and learning interesting tidbits about not only the forts history but also about many other places in Rajasthan. Jodhpur's maharaja still lives in one part. Afterwards, I went to get my haircut which was everything you could expect from a free haircut :) and then picked up my brand new Korta top which had been stitched as well as a separate undershirt as the material is see-through for the grand total of Rs60 (about $1.50) when I had previously been quoted Rs500 or the rock bottom price of Rs275. India can be very frustrating sometimes, so I was absolutely tickled to have accomplished so much in my first two days - and so successfully!

7am found me on my next bus towards Jaisalmer, Rajasthan’s golden city, sand-swept on the edge of the Thar Desert. About 5 hours later, I arrived and somehow news had already spread of my arrival, so a man boarded the bus a stop early with my name on a sign. I had not been able to get ahold of my contact in Jaisalmer so to make things easy, I just joined the man that had a jeep waiting for us to another hotel. I didn’t know that this decision would give me such an insight into what makes the underground tourism in Rajasthan tick! Suffice it to say, the manager of the place was quite the playboy and had touts everywhere. My friends all the way back in Pushkar, who are not connected to this gossip-ring mind you, even heard through the grape-vine about who I had been spotted with! The drama in Jaisalmer is a good story for another day, but I did indeed learn a lot about how things work here. I also ate dinner on the roof with the glitter of fireworks in my eyes as the end of a 9 day festival was celebrated all over town. More gifts from india :).

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 8am I met the other 9 riders from Argentina, Canada, Ireland, Israel, Germany, and Spain and we took a jeep about 50k from town to thankfully get away from the beaten track. After meeting our new steeds and mounting up, (my favorite part of the whole ride was when the camel would stand up! They are so tall, it’s almost like an amusement park ride! :), we set off into a landscape of barren plains and faded bushes. Truly, it was hot, but we were told that in the summer it can get up to 60/140degrees!! We stopped at a tiny village, which I must admit was not all that spectacular. The few people around stopped what they were doing to gaze at us or ask us for something (money, pen, my watch... one woman even took it for a while acting as though she would keep it. My Hindi came in handy!) and we moved on fairly quickly.

Lunch was taken under a small patch of trees while the camel’s ankles were bound and allowed to forage. We had fresh cooked veggies, chapatti and as much warm water as we could drink. For 3 hours, we waited for the sun to inch across the peak. I tried to get out and explore but there wasn’t much to see and the burning sand was quite cunning at finding flesh.

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!

Along the way, I was extremely tempted to stand up in my saddle. I don’t know why had such a strong urge but I believe mostly it was the challenge. It took me quite a while, Ill admit, as the gate of a camel through sand is not very smooth or regular but soon I had the other riders and even the camelmen cheering me on and then - I was up! And then down :). I could only ever stay standing for maybe 5-10 seconds before dropping back to my seat for fear of falling what must have been at least 10ft to the ground. What a thrill though! I loved it!

Camp was setup on rolling dunes just before sunset and a few of the boys and I had jumping contests in the sand while dinner was prepared. The camelmen sang for us (including one in English to the tune of Barbie Girl, something like - I’m a camelman, in a desert laaand... I only wish Id memorized more of the words through my laughter ;) and we swapped jokes and travel stories - always my favorite. I learned the two Israeli boys would be on the same bus to Udaipur with me so I would have some good company for a change.

After a crisp night in the open air, I awoke to a gentle pink sunrise, spotted with camel silhouettes and fresh chai delivered to my mat. It doesn’t get much better than that! Everything was gathered up and we to my delight we trotted the camels back towards the jeeps. My delight for all of about 30min and then I missed the smooth(er) sauntering of the pervious day. The more competitive of us wrested the lead from each other most of the way and I think we were all happy to see the jeeps come into view and take a last picture or two. Roi, Amir and I had just enough time to shower and have a bite for lunch before we took a sleeper bus to Udaipur in the south of Rajasthan.

Our schedules being fairly tight, after arriving in Udaipur, we decided just to stay the day and take night busses again to our respective destinations. With another recommendation from a friend, we kept our things and freshened up in the guesthouse with the highest rooftop in town. The three of us and about a dozen monkeys ooohed and ahhed at a rosy-bronze sunrise that glazed several palaces, a lake, waterways and a couple temples. Lovely! We spent the day touring the town, running errands and having a general good time. They were great travel buddies and it’s a shame we had to part so soon, but as things go, our busses were leaving at about the same time from the same station so we bid each other fond farewells. I had a somewhat uncomfortable ride to Bundi including my wallet being taken (or perhaps falling out of my bag) which is a first and a man behind me sneaking his hand through the side of my seat for a feel which not even close to a first.

In Bundi, I was heartily received and more people than I expected recognized me and invited me for a chai. I visited my favorite tailor who was too busy since it is Diwali season to fix a top of mine but obliged in embroidering my name in Hindi. It turned out marvellous and he even made me a little gift of a hankie with a rose and my name in English, from what he could tell from the Hindi, "Jusi". I love it!!

Pushkar was more catching up with friends and an invitation to my friend's family's home where I met his adorable parents and got to learn a little about what it’s like in an Indian Christian home. I certainly have met some wonderful people on my trip, especially in Rajasthan!

*So, in summary, I spent 11 days picking up major sights in Rajasthan, including the blue city of Jodhpur (with its impressive fort, spice market, lassis and omelettes and dancing the night away at a fabulously frenetic Indian wedding), the golden city of Jaisalmer (fireworks all night, all over town, taken in from my rooftop and an exciting camel safari/campout under the stars on the dunes), the fairytale city of Udaipur (watching the sunrise and sunset from the highest rooftop in town over two palaces on the lake and the gorgeous city palace and Jama temple) and then two too short stops in Bundi (to visit my adoptive Indian family) and Pushkar (to visit friends as good as family).

I know this has been a fairly verbose blog entry, but I still feel like I have left out so much! Every day here is a mixture of amusement and wonder - I only wish I could share more of it with you all!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Change of plans

Well, as India continues to remind me, one must be prepared for plans to change, in fact, I am not sure the word plan or schedule, itinerary etc even exists in any of the hundreds of Indian native languages and dialects.

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 Delhi, once again visiting my Austrian friends after 2 weeks in Pushkar, Rajasthan and I am tired of relaxing, tired of being lazy, having nothing to do! I know some people aspire to be able to relax for the rest of their lives, perhaps on a beach somewhere, wiling away the hours with a lemonade (or something stronger) in one hand and sand between their toes... I can't imagine anything more boring and unsatisfying!

I don’t know if it’s a side effect of growing up in an American society, but I have realized I have a deeply engrained desire to always be doing something. Sure, I love 'time off' just as much as the next person but there is a limit. Plus, my time off usually involves some kind of activity, hiking or jogging or exploring or at least a couple good friends...

I am now going on 6 weeks of travelling on my own which has included some exploring, studying Hindi, hiking, temples, palaces and forts, waterfalls, horses, Saris, television appearances, camels, trains and motorcycles and jeeps and busses, too many men/boys, lots and lots of reading, writing, drawing, darling little kids, swimming, drama and I finally got in a good run today for the first time! It hasn’t been enough though. My second week in Pushkar, I desperately wanted to do something productive. I went to the pool with my Hindi materials and noticed the pool hadn’t been cleaned yet. 'I should go for a swim later when they clear it' I thought and then it occurred to me, I could clean it myself. I hunted down the pole with the net on the end began the task only to discover I actually kind of enjoyed it - clearly it had been too long since I had that accomplished feeling you get from work. The staff of the Hotel, who at this point I considered friends, were pretty surprised to find me cleaning and jokingly assigned me the job for the rest of my stay :).

There were some highlights during my two weeks by the holy lake of Pushkar. A town with magnificent sunsets, an oasis surrounded by desert sands, overrun with Israeli tourists so much so that many of the signs are in Hebrew and graced with the presence of more ash covered sadhus and 'priests' performing pujas for a price than days in the Hindu calendar.

I accompanied two of the staff, Ajay and Kuldeep, along with 8 Israeli tourists on a jeep safari to their native village for a glimpse into small town life and some 'non-veg' food i.e. mutton. Pushkar, being a holy city with the only temple dedicated to Brahma, the creator god, has forbidden the consumption of meat, eggs and alcohol completely. Therefore, a mutton dinner was something fairly special - and delicious! :) My jeep did not have a windshield so with my spot in the front seat, as we flew down the road, I felt as though I was being pummeled by a thousand oven mittens - so fun! A bird swooped down and collided with one of the Israelis in the back. Kuldeep rescued the shell-shocked winged one and fed it water from his hand. We passed massive collections of hay pulled by tractors, wagons laden with vegetables pulled by donkeys and any number of wooden carts with various products pulled by men, women and children. One woman balanced an enormous basket covered in brightly colored material on her head with her Orna (headscarf) pulled down to conceal her face but flying freely behind her. I will never forget that image of a graceful, faceless rainbow with a hot air balloon hat drifting down the lane. That evening after dinner, I even got to ride one of the horses bareback for a while through the fields although the spine was quite prominent so it was, ahem, very uncomfortable! Saddles next time. :)

I hiked to all the surrounding peaks and was rewarded with wonderful views of town. I met some interesting fellow travellers - Germans, Irish and Israelis. I meet very few Americans. I attended a birthday party in the neighboring city of Ajmer and for the first time, spent time with, for lack of a better word, 'westernized' Indian girls, which was a culture just as intriguing to observe. I was introduced to a man that runs a factory that exports clothing all over the world and I designed a top that we worked on bringing to fruition, but unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time.

I must admit, I got involved in some illicit activity as well. I helped sneak some eggs into town for use in an egg-curry and effectively became an 'egg-smuggler'. I hope the authorities are not keeping tabs on this blog! ;)

All in all, I enjoyed my time in Pushkar, but as I mentioned earlier, its time for some action! Luckily, I have my dear friend Steele visiting in two weeks and we are going to delve back into Rajasthan for guaranteed adventure! :)

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