So, I unfortunately have to preface my post with some bad news. On our first morning in Alleppey, our camera spontaneously decided to delete everything on the memory card. So we lost everything from Periyar and Cochin, as well as the vast majority of our photos from Costa Rica. Sad! As if that wasn't bad enough, we just found out that we have apparently also lost the camera cable, so we can't upload any more photos until we get back home and can buy another one. Hopefully our camera doesn't decide to freak out on us again, since we have no way of backing them up now. So anyway, my apologies for the lack of photos. On to the post.
It seems like every time we take a bus somewhere, I am awed by the beauty of the scenery; everywhere we've been so far has been beautiful in its own unique way. Our bus from Cochin to Kumily (the town next to Periyar Tiger Reserve) took two hours longer than expected, for a total of seven hours, but I didn't really mind. We wound our way up hills that were perhaps the most jungle-like that we've seen so far, thickly forested and soaked by the monsoon; water trickled down every patch of bare rock in sheets or gushed out in waterfalls. The area is renowned for growing spices, and every now and then I would be hit by a sudden whiff of cardamom through the window.
By the time we got there, the day was pretty much over, and we allowed ourselves to be guided by a guy who showed us his card and claimed to work for the government (he didn't) to a hotel that we ended up staying in, mostly because it was dirt cheap. After a night there, we knew we had to go somewhere else: the bathroom emitted a powerful, and strange, odor - the closest we could come to placing it was something like moldy onions - the hot water was so limited that there was barely enough for one person, and the sheets were visibly dirty, and when we asked for clean ones, we were told there weren't any. Awesome. So, the next day, we checked into a nice, clean homestay, whose proprietor was very friendly, if unexpectedly giggly. It may have cost us almost twice as much as the last place ($5 each per night!) but it was definitely worth it.
Our first full day, we ventured out into the town, to find that it was practically deserted in the off-season, with most of the restaurants and hotels recommended by our guide book closed for the season. But, undeterred, we settled down for breakfast at a French bakery (where we were informed, unfortunately, that they only have baked goods during the busy season) and then headed on a tour of the area. We visited a tea factory, where we were shown a surprisingly interesting Powerpoint presentation followed by a tour of the facility itself. Tea powder carpeted the floor and the smell of tea was overpowering. Afterwards, he let us taste a couple of different varieties of tea, which were really good, even without sugar. We then headed to a spice garden, and were taken on a very cool tour - although the garden was fairly small, it had a huge variety of plants, and the owner explained what all the plants were and what they were used for, and let us taste everything that was edible. It was really neat to go through the whole tour and have the guide continually pick leaves, flowers or fruits for us to taste or smell. One of my favorite discoveries of the day was that cinnamon leaves taste AMAZING! They taste like cinnamon, but sweet! Also, we discovered a new kind of fruit, called a rose apple, which is a pretty pink fruit that tastes a little like watered down lemonade. It was really refreshing and tasty. At the end of the tour, our guide showed us the carvings he'd made of tree roots, and plied us with a seemingly never-ending supply of small, delicious bananas - I think I ate 5 of them before he relented.
After that, we went to a performance of a traditional Keralan martial art, called Kalarippayat. It was an interesting mix of short, choreographed fight scenes with different combinations of weapons, and gymnastic feats like kicking a ball that hung 8 feet off the ground and jumping through fiery hoops. Afterwards, we went down to take a closer look at the weapons, and they actually let us hold them and pose for pictures. Before we left, the performers wanted to take their picture with us. Only in India could you meet the cast after a performance and they want to take their pictures with you, rather than the other way around!
We then headed to dinner at, basically, the only other restaurant in town that was still open. Shortly after arriving, we were greeted by a sixty-something Italian lady sitting at the table across from us, who recommended the fish. Since she was eating alone, Jordan invited her to join us, which she did. We had a great evening thanks to her; she was hilarious, and kept us entertained all night with an equal mix of interesting conversation and funny anecdotes. After several hours, we reluctantly said goodnight and headed back to our homestay, as it had gotten quite late.
The next day, we went for an elephant ride through the forest. Although Jordan and I have ridden on an elephant once before, it was a different experience this time, as we were sitting directly on its back, rather than in a palanquin on top of it. It was fun, and it's always amazing to be up so close to such huge animals. Although I tried my best not to, I couldn't help feeling sad for them, though; they are such complex, intelligent creatures and their lives were reduced to carrying tourists across the same path many times a day while their handlers prod them with sticks. I tried to content myself with the fact that they seemed to be treated gently, at least much more gently than I have often seen them treated here, but I kept finding myself thinking about that episode of Samurai Jack with the woollies (I expect only Caleb and Jordan to know what I'm talking about here).
The rest of the day was pretty relaxed; we spent a few hours at the internet cafe, and in the evening, Jordan and I headed out to a Kathakali performance. Jill sat that one out, because it was the exact same performance she and Jordan had gone to see in Cochin. I won't go into detail about it, since Jordan already talked about it in his post about Cochin. I really enjoyed it, and took a lot of great pictures and videos (which unfortunately got deleted along with everything else).
On our last full day in Kumily, we went on a guided trek through the park in the afternoon. Before we started, our guide handed us anti-leech socks for us to wear - another tourist we'd met had described them as "christmas stockings," which turned out to be very accurate, as they were just two pieces of fabric, cut out roughly in the shape of a boot and sewn together, and tied at the knee with a drawstring. We laughed at them, but soon we were extremely grateful to have them.
The path diverged almost immediately after we set out on our hike. Our guide counseled us that we could take the open path by the lake, or the path through the forest, but that the forest path would have "little bit more leech problem." Fearing no leeches, Jordan suggested we take the forest path, which Jill and I agreed to. Our guide then began searching around and picking up sticks, handing one to each of us. When I asked what they were for, he told me they were for scraping off leeches. So, with a bit of trepidation, we headed into the forest.
Within a minute, we saw our first leech. The leeches here are small, but they inch along the ground creepily, and when they're not trying to get somewhere, they stretch upward to their full length and wave their little mouths around in the air in a most hideous fashion. We all pointed and laughed, went "Eww!" and went on our way. But soon the horror hit us: we realized the entire path was crawling (or more appropriately, squirming) with leeches. I looked down to inspect my feet, and found about a dozen of them already climbing up onto my shoes, squeezing underneath my toes, and a few of the more adventurous ones were making their way up past my ankles. Jordan and Jill looked down to find themselves in a similar situation, and for a few minutes the three of us hacked savagely at our feet with the leech sticks, trying in vain to remove all of them. After being assured by our guide that they couldn't bite through clothing, and thus were no danger to us unless they managed to creep all the way up our legs, I was able to shrug it off and continue on the hike, more or less unfazed by the squishing I could feel under my feet and occasionally between my toes. Jordan and Jill had a tougher time of it, though, and although they both eventually got over it, I think they may have regretted choosing the forest path.
The hike itself was through beautiful forest, and we did get to see some non-leech species of wildlife, most notably gaurs (Indian bison), wild boars, black langurs, and a bunch of different species of birds that we hadn't seen before, including jungle fowl (wild chickens, which are just as silly as domestic chickens) and white-bellied treepies. The way back was by the side of a lake, which was very serene, and thankfully leech-free. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'd held out some tiny shred of hope for seeing a tiger, but of course, we didn't. Our guide told us in the twenty years he'd spent working in the park, he'd only seen them eleven times.
That night I had yet another encounter with blood-sucking parasites, as we found ourselves swarmed by mosquitoes when we sat down to dinner. I'd been bitten the least over the course of the trip, and I think the mosquitoes decided to even the score that night. No one else really got bitten, but I left the restaurant with (we counted later) almost 40 mosquito bites on my legs. It was just...just the itchiest. Ever. But, I did my best to ignore it and we spent our evening watching silly Indian TV and snacking.
The next day, we slept in unexpectedly late, and found ourselves having to rush from breakfast to the bus station, only to make it just in the nick of time to catch the only bus all day that was going to the right place. It was a particularly hot, cramped, and uncomfortable ride, but I was feeling pretty sick that day, which I'm sure didn't help. But, we made it to Alleppey, and found a hotel to rest in while we made arrangements for a relaxed and enjoyable couple of days on the water. I'll have to write about those later, though, because this post has gotten too long already!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Surrounded by Hill-Folk and Fish
After Wyanad we used our awesome Indian Bus Powers to find our way out to Ooty with no schedule, no plan, and over four different buses like a boss. Ooti is a hill station, one of many in the more mountainous regions of India. The British built them in order to escape from the summer heat of the lowland as well as to grow tea, which grows better at higher altitudes.
We got in to Ooty in the afternoon, found a room, got some food and called the rest of the day a wash. We did schedule a tour for the next day though our hotel though. It was really unclear what we were signing up for, we got the impression that we were seeing some local sights and taking a jeep out of town for a hike; the tour was supposed to last about 8 hours.
The next morning our guide (Rajiv) met us at our hotel with two Swiss girls in tow. They were very odd; I tried a few times to make small talk but they were very closed off, almost hostel. When I introduced us and asked where they were from they said, "you're from the US right." and made a face. Then later when I saw one of them had a tattoo on her neck and asked her about it, she said she didn't want to talk about it (bad idea to get a neck tattoo if you don't want anyone to notice it). And finally when I overheard that one of the girls was in law school and asked her about it she responded in monosyllables. Roxy thought that maybe they thought I was hitting on them because one of them chatted pleasantly with Jill on the buss back to the hotel. I guess I just give off an aura of such raw sexuality that people can't tell if I'm trying to talk them into a quick shag, just trying to make small talk.
Anyway, our guide took us to the bus station and we went about a half hour out of town, we got off the bus and started hiking up a small trail into the hills. As we went up he would stop periodically and point out medicinal and editable plants, and unique local species. He showed us a kind of edible berry and we grazed all the way up to the peek of the mountain, they looked like green blue-berries and tasted a bit like apple.
Delicious.
When we reached the top of the hill it was absolutely breathtaking. We stopped for a stack, took some amazing photos, and chatted with Rajiv about the history of the region. He offered me a beady (a cheap Indian cigarette [Frightfully bohemian {About the shittiest, lowest class tobacco you can get; a hipsters wet dream}]) and when I had some trouble getting my match to catch in the wind, Rajiv showed me the proper way to light them, then suddenly started laughing, "we Indians go to America to learn engineering and get good jobs, you come to India to learn to light a match!"
We started back down the hill after about a half hour and on the way down we saw some lepord droppings and a Giant Squirrel (Seriously, click that link, It's pretty cool, It looks like a huge tree mongoose). We thought that we just heading back down to the bus but we found ourselves entering a clearing with a bunch of laughing kids playing soccer in it.
Rajiv ran out front and picked up a few kids, tossing them around like oversized tee-shirts at a baseball game. He told us that this was his grandmother’s village and that we were surrounded by hill people. Now, in the US, "surrounded by hill people" is a situation always followed by meth fueled, Appellation rape, But here it means tea, homemade food, adorable children, and anthropology lessons. Roxy and I watched some women kniting a shawl which we bought when she finnished and Jill played soccer with Rajiv and the kids.
After the village we went down past a some Gar (wild Indian Bison), over a dam and out to another tribal village. We were invited to a villagers back porch to sit, drink our fourth cup of chai for the day, and meet the entire village. We sat for a while and talked to the adults while the children slowly got over there shyness.
Then, as the sun was beginning to sink, we started back for town. On our way down, Rajiv would flag down passers by and introduced us to them. On man we talked to insisted that we go visit his village, when we told him that we just came from having chai there, he said, "No no, that is not enough. You must come back and my wife will make you all dinner!" Everyone we met was friendly, familial, and full of joy. I think that the tribal people we met that day were some of the nicest folk I have ever met.
I think the next day Roxy and Jill took a horseback ride that they seemed to enjoy, and then we were off on a bus to Cochin!
The main event of Cochin is a island a short 5 cent ferry ride from the mainland called Fort Kochi. Roxy was feeling a bit under the weather when we got in, so Jill and I traipsed off to Kochi, leaving Roxy to wallow in anguish and unintentionally hilarious Indian TV. We walked out the islands point to see one of the most iconic views in South India, Karalla’s Chinese fishing nets.
Then we got some fish curry that was good enough to make up for my horrifying "fish curry" experience in Wyanad. After fooding we when to Kochi's old theater and watched a Katakali dance performance.
We got in a bit early and we were able to watch the actors painstakingly put on their makeup, made from ground rocks and coconut oil then they gave us a bit of a drum performance. Katakali is a play in which the actors don't talk at all, instead, they use a language made up of facial expressions, dance moves, and hand gestures to act out the script. It is its own full language and the performance is a bit like watching a really classy dance-off. A full Katikali performance can take up to 10 hours so we just got a 1 hour chunk of a performance. It was six lines of "dialogue" in which a demon was scoping out heaven for hot chicks to kidnap for her brother, but instead she sees the prince of heaven and falls in love. She shape-shifts into a hottie and tries to seduce him, but he gets annoyed and cuts off her nose, ears, and breasts. THE END!
The next day Roxy was feeling better so we all went back out to Fort Kochi. It was raining pretty hard all day, so we spent most of our day in shops, poking around, and shopping a bit. We tried to go to a martial arts performance later, but were foiled because it was apparently one of those India holidays that we, as westerners, weren't aware of. Instead we wandered back toward the fishing nets where we were drawn into a roadside seafood place by less-than-half price fish meals and a custom made veg dish for roxy. While we were there we met our first Americans of the trip (a couple from Minnesota) and compared adventures with them. They seemed a little overwhelmed by the whole experience. They, like a surprising number of people we have met, were exploring India alone, with no guide, and no help but their Lonely Planet. This always impresses me; Roxy and I had the advantage of a community of other travelers and Viji, our program director, looking out for us on our first time here and I can't imagine trying to figure this place out alone.
The next day we hopped a bus to Periyar National Park. I think that Roxy is going to catch you up from here.
We got in to Ooty in the afternoon, found a room, got some food and called the rest of the day a wash. We did schedule a tour for the next day though our hotel though. It was really unclear what we were signing up for, we got the impression that we were seeing some local sights and taking a jeep out of town for a hike; the tour was supposed to last about 8 hours.
The next morning our guide (Rajiv) met us at our hotel with two Swiss girls in tow. They were very odd; I tried a few times to make small talk but they were very closed off, almost hostel. When I introduced us and asked where they were from they said, "you're from the US right." and made a face. Then later when I saw one of them had a tattoo on her neck and asked her about it, she said she didn't want to talk about it (bad idea to get a neck tattoo if you don't want anyone to notice it). And finally when I overheard that one of the girls was in law school and asked her about it she responded in monosyllables. Roxy thought that maybe they thought I was hitting on them because one of them chatted pleasantly with Jill on the buss back to the hotel. I guess I just give off an aura of such raw sexuality that people can't tell if I'm trying to talk them into a quick shag, just trying to make small talk.
Anyway, our guide took us to the bus station and we went about a half hour out of town, we got off the bus and started hiking up a small trail into the hills. As we went up he would stop periodically and point out medicinal and editable plants, and unique local species. He showed us a kind of edible berry and we grazed all the way up to the peek of the mountain, they looked like green blue-berries and tasted a bit like apple.
Delicious.When we reached the top of the hill it was absolutely breathtaking. We stopped for a stack, took some amazing photos, and chatted with Rajiv about the history of the region. He offered me a beady (a cheap Indian cigarette [Frightfully bohemian {About the shittiest, lowest class tobacco you can get; a hipsters wet dream}]) and when I had some trouble getting my match to catch in the wind, Rajiv showed me the proper way to light them, then suddenly started laughing, "we Indians go to America to learn engineering and get good jobs, you come to India to learn to light a match!"
We started back down the hill after about a half hour and on the way down we saw some lepord droppings and a Giant Squirrel (Seriously, click that link, It's pretty cool, It looks like a huge tree mongoose). We thought that we just heading back down to the bus but we found ourselves entering a clearing with a bunch of laughing kids playing soccer in it.
Rajiv ran out front and picked up a few kids, tossing them around like oversized tee-shirts at a baseball game. He told us that this was his grandmother’s village and that we were surrounded by hill people. Now, in the US, "surrounded by hill people" is a situation always followed by meth fueled, Appellation rape, But here it means tea, homemade food, adorable children, and anthropology lessons. Roxy and I watched some women kniting a shawl which we bought when she finnished and Jill played soccer with Rajiv and the kids.
After the village we went down past a some Gar (wild Indian Bison), over a dam and out to another tribal village. We were invited to a villagers back porch to sit, drink our fourth cup of chai for the day, and meet the entire village. We sat for a while and talked to the adults while the children slowly got over there shyness.
Then, as the sun was beginning to sink, we started back for town. On our way down, Rajiv would flag down passers by and introduced us to them. On man we talked to insisted that we go visit his village, when we told him that we just came from having chai there, he said, "No no, that is not enough. You must come back and my wife will make you all dinner!" Everyone we met was friendly, familial, and full of joy. I think that the tribal people we met that day were some of the nicest folk I have ever met.
I think the next day Roxy and Jill took a horseback ride that they seemed to enjoy, and then we were off on a bus to Cochin!
The main event of Cochin is a island a short 5 cent ferry ride from the mainland called Fort Kochi. Roxy was feeling a bit under the weather when we got in, so Jill and I traipsed off to Kochi, leaving Roxy to wallow in anguish and unintentionally hilarious Indian TV. We walked out the islands point to see one of the most iconic views in South India, Karalla’s Chinese fishing nets.
Then we got some fish curry that was good enough to make up for my horrifying "fish curry" experience in Wyanad. After fooding we when to Kochi's old theater and watched a Katakali dance performance.
We got in a bit early and we were able to watch the actors painstakingly put on their makeup, made from ground rocks and coconut oil then they gave us a bit of a drum performance. Katakali is a play in which the actors don't talk at all, instead, they use a language made up of facial expressions, dance moves, and hand gestures to act out the script. It is its own full language and the performance is a bit like watching a really classy dance-off. A full Katikali performance can take up to 10 hours so we just got a 1 hour chunk of a performance. It was six lines of "dialogue" in which a demon was scoping out heaven for hot chicks to kidnap for her brother, but instead she sees the prince of heaven and falls in love. She shape-shifts into a hottie and tries to seduce him, but he gets annoyed and cuts off her nose, ears, and breasts. THE END!
The next day Roxy was feeling better so we all went back out to Fort Kochi. It was raining pretty hard all day, so we spent most of our day in shops, poking around, and shopping a bit. We tried to go to a martial arts performance later, but were foiled because it was apparently one of those India holidays that we, as westerners, weren't aware of. Instead we wandered back toward the fishing nets where we were drawn into a roadside seafood place by less-than-half price fish meals and a custom made veg dish for roxy. While we were there we met our first Americans of the trip (a couple from Minnesota) and compared adventures with them. They seemed a little overwhelmed by the whole experience. They, like a surprising number of people we have met, were exploring India alone, with no guide, and no help but their Lonely Planet. This always impresses me; Roxy and I had the advantage of a community of other travelers and Viji, our program director, looking out for us on our first time here and I can't imagine trying to figure this place out alone.
The next day we hopped a bus to Periyar National Park. I think that Roxy is going to catch you up from here.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Playing Catch Up
Jesus. So, I haven't been on here for a while and, understandably, I am a bit behind. Rather, you are a bit behind; I know what I've been up to. So to catch you up...
After Bangalore we rocked off to Mysore where we saw a super cool palace (pretty sure Roxy covered that in the last blog), Neet! The next day we were catching a bus out to Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary but because we had a bit of time to kill, we booked an auto to take us to the government sandalwood factory and the government silk factory (both products that Mysore is famous for).
At the sandalwood factory we signed in and a guide led us around the factory floor and told us about the process. Because the sandalwood shipment didn't come in that day, the factory wasn't running, but it was still very cool to see the way they make the oil. The trees that they use to make the oil have to be at least 40 years old, and they prefer at least 80 and two people at the factory told us that they are running out. The oil sells for Rp1500 for 5ml. that works out to about 231 bucks an ounce. Plus, according to our travel guide, the price has more that doubled in the last two years. One of the cooler things about the our tour was that the manager stopped and talked to us for a bit, when he found out that I am a philosophy student, he started talking about his philosophy. As far as I could tell, he was a Buddhist, Empiricist, Evolutionist, Atheist, Environmentalist (hard to label him with western labels). One thing that Roxy pointed out was that back home, people don't talk about there philosophies with each other, especially not with strangers. You avoid politics and religion in polite company, but here, we've had a number of people just start telling us what they think about life, the universe, and everything; I rather like it.
We then moved on to the silk factory. We signed in and followed some arrows to the factory floor. We were expecting to be grabbed by someone to show us around like at the last factory, but instead we got a name tag and were allowed to simply wander. I have been to other factory tours (jelly belly and the like) and you walk on an enclosed catwalk above all the machines so that they don't accidentally rip your arms off and so you don't get in the workers way. Here, we walked right in between the spinning, clattering machines as random workers would flag us down and have us put our arms in the looms and weavers to feel the thread and cloth at different stages. The cloth was absolutely beautiful, pure silk with real gold threads woven in as trims and patterns. One worker told us a sari of that cloth costs about 5 grand. The whole thing was very cool, everyone we met was friendly, and the tours left us with good vibes all around.
After the tours we jumped a bus to Caliputa (I think). It's a small town near the wildlife park we were going to see. Although our time in Caliputa was mostly uneventful there were two things of interest that happened. The second was the wildlife park itself. We went there on our second day in the area and signed on for a jeep tour though the park. It was about an hour and a half long and we got to see a herd of elephants in the distance, a few wild boars, a shit-ton of spotted dear and a lone bull elephant (what they called a "lonely tusker") that was a little too close for comfort; we had to wait until his back was turned and zip past before he decided that we were looking at him wrong and stomped us into a fine red paste.
Ok... Ran out of time here. TO BE CONTINUED.
Next time on Paradeshi:
Ooty, Kochi and more!
After Bangalore we rocked off to Mysore where we saw a super cool palace (pretty sure Roxy covered that in the last blog), Neet! The next day we were catching a bus out to Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary but because we had a bit of time to kill, we booked an auto to take us to the government sandalwood factory and the government silk factory (both products that Mysore is famous for).
At the sandalwood factory we signed in and a guide led us around the factory floor and told us about the process. Because the sandalwood shipment didn't come in that day, the factory wasn't running, but it was still very cool to see the way they make the oil. The trees that they use to make the oil have to be at least 40 years old, and they prefer at least 80 and two people at the factory told us that they are running out. The oil sells for Rp1500 for 5ml. that works out to about 231 bucks an ounce. Plus, according to our travel guide, the price has more that doubled in the last two years. One of the cooler things about the our tour was that the manager stopped and talked to us for a bit, when he found out that I am a philosophy student, he started talking about his philosophy. As far as I could tell, he was a Buddhist, Empiricist, Evolutionist, Atheist, Environmentalist (hard to label him with western labels). One thing that Roxy pointed out was that back home, people don't talk about there philosophies with each other, especially not with strangers. You avoid politics and religion in polite company, but here, we've had a number of people just start telling us what they think about life, the universe, and everything; I rather like it.
We then moved on to the silk factory. We signed in and followed some arrows to the factory floor. We were expecting to be grabbed by someone to show us around like at the last factory, but instead we got a name tag and were allowed to simply wander. I have been to other factory tours (jelly belly and the like) and you walk on an enclosed catwalk above all the machines so that they don't accidentally rip your arms off and so you don't get in the workers way. Here, we walked right in between the spinning, clattering machines as random workers would flag us down and have us put our arms in the looms and weavers to feel the thread and cloth at different stages. The cloth was absolutely beautiful, pure silk with real gold threads woven in as trims and patterns. One worker told us a sari of that cloth costs about 5 grand. The whole thing was very cool, everyone we met was friendly, and the tours left us with good vibes all around.
After the tours we jumped a bus to Caliputa (I think). It's a small town near the wildlife park we were going to see. Although our time in Caliputa was mostly uneventful there were two things of interest that happened. The second was the wildlife park itself. We went there on our second day in the area and signed on for a jeep tour though the park. It was about an hour and a half long and we got to see a herd of elephants in the distance, a few wild boars, a shit-ton of spotted dear and a lone bull elephant (what they called a "lonely tusker") that was a little too close for comfort; we had to wait until his back was turned and zip past before he decided that we were looking at him wrong and stomped us into a fine red paste.
The first thing worth noting was when we first got in we were a bit hungry and skipped out of our hotel for a quick bite to eat. Not being picky, we stopped in at the first place we found. It seemed nice enough so we sat down and grabbed a menu. When we ordered the waiter seemed very confused and gave the impression that he had never heard of the things we were ordering; we had to point the stuff our on the menu and then he was like, "huh, all right I guess. Not sure what that is." When our food arrived it was super crappy; all of it was cold and most of it was not what we ordered. I had gotten the Fish Curry and when it came out it really stole the show. First, it was cold, but not "refrigerated" cold, more like "sitting on the counter for the last 14 hours" cold. The curry was lumpy and when I pulled out some fish I found that it was made by taking regular curry and tossing whole tiny fish in it; bones, scales, tail and all. We wound up eating the rice and flat bread and just leaving most of our food. I think it was the most spectacular failure at food I have ever seen.
Ok... Ran out of time here. TO BE CONTINUED.
Next time on Paradeshi:
Ooty, Kochi and more!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Hampi, Bangalore and Mysore
After several adventurous days in Hampi visiting temples, hiking to waterfalls and riding motorcycles, we decided to indulge in the laid-back vibe of the place and just take it slow for our last few days. We spent our time lounging about on the patio of our hotel and at our favorite restaurant, Mango Tree, while chatting/eating/reading books. It was great.
We then moved on to Bangalore, where we met up with Sheila Mapes (our friend's girlfriend's mom), who hosted us at her house for three nights. And in such luxury! We enjoyed Western delights like banana bread, whole grain pasta and french toast, slept in soft, clean beds, and took hot showers in the morning. We even washed our clothes in a washing machine! During the days, Sheila and her driver Ashok took us out to see the sights of Bangalore: a huge botanical garden, a Nandi (Shiva's bull) temple, and shopping in the most cosmopolitan city in India. At night, Sheila, her husband Leigh and the three of us sat around watching TV together like one big expat family. It was really, really nice, and we are very grateful to Sheila and Leigh for their hospitality and kindness. Sheila even packed us sandwiches for the bus on the day we left!
Sheila hooked us up with two other travellers who she met in Kerala, two Canadian girls about our age who were traveling after spending three months volunteering at an orphanage. We took the bus to Mysore together yesterday, and we were going to find a hotel together, but I think their standards for accommodation were considerably higher than ours, so they ended up heading off on their own to look for a hotel. The three of us ended up finding a decent place within our budget, and spent the evening watching Independence Day on TV while I planned out our route for the next few weeks.
We've changed our itinerary several times on this trip, but for now it goes like this: we leave Mysore tomorrow, headed for Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary, where we will spend a day or two before going to the hill station of Ooty. During our stay in Ooty, we will make a day trip out to Mudumalai National Park. After Ooty, we plan to head down to Indira Gandhi National Park for a day, then continue on to another hill station, Kodaikanal. From there, we will take a rather long bus ride to Kanyakumari, a temple town at the very southernmost tip of the subcontinent. Then we head back north to our last wildlife-centric stop, Periyar National Park. After that, we will visit the famous backwaters of Kerala before heading to Kochi and then, most likely, the relaxed beach state of Goa. We only have three weeks left before Jill leaves, so we are going to try to get through as much of it as possible before then, but everything seems to take longer than we think it will. Hopefully we can get through it without having to rush and without Jill missing anything important!
So, back to the present: Mysore. We ventured out this morning, headed for the Mysore Palace, but on the way we ran into a local guy named Aslam who we met the night before when he tried to help us find a hotel. He told us that he could take us to see incense being made, so we decided to postpone our trip to the palace and go with him. He took us to a little shop where we did, indeed, see incense being made. Then the owner of the shop walked us past a huge pile of incense sticks, several feet tall by several feet wide, and took us upstairs to sample a large collection of aromatherapy oils. That was a lot of fun: we sipped chai as he told us about all of the healing properties of each one and how they are to be administered, and demonstrated on me by massaging my forearm and hand with sandalwood oil (supposedly great for joint health). We also got to smell and taste some pure saffron oil, which was pretty awesome. By the end of it, our arms were all covered with many different types of oil, all of which smelled amazing - in fact, my arms still smell great. I ended up getting a small vial of lotus oil, which you use by rubbing a drop into each of your temples for relaxation and to prepare yourself for meditation. Jill got some jacaranda oil (good for the skin) and Jordan got some sandalwood incense.
After that, our friend/guide Aslam took us to a government-run silk shop, where I bought a beautiful orange scarf made from famous Mysore silk, and Jill bought a scarf and one of the most incredible saris I've ever seen. After that, he pointed us in the direction of the palace and took his leave, without asking for or even giving us the opportunity to tip him for his time. It's really nice when people are just cool to us without expecting anything in return.
We decided to stop for lunch before heading to the palace, and found a place that served delicious Andhra-style (referring to Andhra Pradesh, the state Hyderabad is in) vegetarian thalis. You begin with a banana leaf in front of you, and then the waiter comes by and heaps a variety of different stew/curry-type items on it, followed by rice. The way to eat this is just by mushing it all together with your fingers and shoveling it into your mouth. There is absolutely no civilized way to do this, but South India is really big on this way of eating. It's really messy, but delicious and kinda fun.
After some trial and error, we managed to find the way into the palace - it has several entrances, only one of which is open to the public. That was annoying, as was the rule that you aren't allowed to wear shoes inside the palace, as was the rule that you're not allowed to take cameras into the palace, which of course nobody told us until we already got there. But, the guard on duty let us bribe him for cheap in order to keep our cameras on us, and I was able to sneak a few pictures of the inside of the palace as a result. It was incredibly ornate, from its brightly colored, ornamented pillars to its chandeliers to its ceiling murals to its stained glass windows.
Tomorrow morning we are going to visit the government silk and sandalwood factories, to see how Mysore's two most famous products are made. Then, if all goes as planned, we'll be on our way to Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary in the afternoon. I'm not sure how regular our internet access will be as we travel through the parks, but I'm sure I'll have lots to write about the next time I get the chance.
We then moved on to Bangalore, where we met up with Sheila Mapes (our friend's girlfriend's mom), who hosted us at her house for three nights. And in such luxury! We enjoyed Western delights like banana bread, whole grain pasta and french toast, slept in soft, clean beds, and took hot showers in the morning. We even washed our clothes in a washing machine! During the days, Sheila and her driver Ashok took us out to see the sights of Bangalore: a huge botanical garden, a Nandi (Shiva's bull) temple, and shopping in the most cosmopolitan city in India. At night, Sheila, her husband Leigh and the three of us sat around watching TV together like one big expat family. It was really, really nice, and we are very grateful to Sheila and Leigh for their hospitality and kindness. Sheila even packed us sandwiches for the bus on the day we left!
Sheila hooked us up with two other travellers who she met in Kerala, two Canadian girls about our age who were traveling after spending three months volunteering at an orphanage. We took the bus to Mysore together yesterday, and we were going to find a hotel together, but I think their standards for accommodation were considerably higher than ours, so they ended up heading off on their own to look for a hotel. The three of us ended up finding a decent place within our budget, and spent the evening watching Independence Day on TV while I planned out our route for the next few weeks.
We've changed our itinerary several times on this trip, but for now it goes like this: we leave Mysore tomorrow, headed for Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary, where we will spend a day or two before going to the hill station of Ooty. During our stay in Ooty, we will make a day trip out to Mudumalai National Park. After Ooty, we plan to head down to Indira Gandhi National Park for a day, then continue on to another hill station, Kodaikanal. From there, we will take a rather long bus ride to Kanyakumari, a temple town at the very southernmost tip of the subcontinent. Then we head back north to our last wildlife-centric stop, Periyar National Park. After that, we will visit the famous backwaters of Kerala before heading to Kochi and then, most likely, the relaxed beach state of Goa. We only have three weeks left before Jill leaves, so we are going to try to get through as much of it as possible before then, but everything seems to take longer than we think it will. Hopefully we can get through it without having to rush and without Jill missing anything important!
So, back to the present: Mysore. We ventured out this morning, headed for the Mysore Palace, but on the way we ran into a local guy named Aslam who we met the night before when he tried to help us find a hotel. He told us that he could take us to see incense being made, so we decided to postpone our trip to the palace and go with him. He took us to a little shop where we did, indeed, see incense being made. Then the owner of the shop walked us past a huge pile of incense sticks, several feet tall by several feet wide, and took us upstairs to sample a large collection of aromatherapy oils. That was a lot of fun: we sipped chai as he told us about all of the healing properties of each one and how they are to be administered, and demonstrated on me by massaging my forearm and hand with sandalwood oil (supposedly great for joint health). We also got to smell and taste some pure saffron oil, which was pretty awesome. By the end of it, our arms were all covered with many different types of oil, all of which smelled amazing - in fact, my arms still smell great. I ended up getting a small vial of lotus oil, which you use by rubbing a drop into each of your temples for relaxation and to prepare yourself for meditation. Jill got some jacaranda oil (good for the skin) and Jordan got some sandalwood incense.
After that, our friend/guide Aslam took us to a government-run silk shop, where I bought a beautiful orange scarf made from famous Mysore silk, and Jill bought a scarf and one of the most incredible saris I've ever seen. After that, he pointed us in the direction of the palace and took his leave, without asking for or even giving us the opportunity to tip him for his time. It's really nice when people are just cool to us without expecting anything in return.
We decided to stop for lunch before heading to the palace, and found a place that served delicious Andhra-style (referring to Andhra Pradesh, the state Hyderabad is in) vegetarian thalis. You begin with a banana leaf in front of you, and then the waiter comes by and heaps a variety of different stew/curry-type items on it, followed by rice. The way to eat this is just by mushing it all together with your fingers and shoveling it into your mouth. There is absolutely no civilized way to do this, but South India is really big on this way of eating. It's really messy, but delicious and kinda fun.
After some trial and error, we managed to find the way into the palace - it has several entrances, only one of which is open to the public. That was annoying, as was the rule that you aren't allowed to wear shoes inside the palace, as was the rule that you're not allowed to take cameras into the palace, which of course nobody told us until we already got there. But, the guard on duty let us bribe him for cheap in order to keep our cameras on us, and I was able to sneak a few pictures of the inside of the palace as a result. It was incredibly ornate, from its brightly colored, ornamented pillars to its chandeliers to its ceiling murals to its stained glass windows.
Tomorrow morning we are going to visit the government silk and sandalwood factories, to see how Mysore's two most famous products are made. Then, if all goes as planned, we'll be on our way to Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary in the afternoon. I'm not sure how regular our internet access will be as we travel through the parks, but I'm sure I'll have lots to write about the next time I get the chance.
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