Agra & Keoladeo National Park, Nadine’s story

I really believe it was not just luck but some higher power guiding us or our Karma that we found the sites that made John feel complete and our son understand and appreciate his father’s heritage. This was by far our greatest Indian experience.

Then on to finding a bus to Agra. We had hoped to get a nice a/c tourist bus w/ reclining seats but no such thing in Kanpur as no tourist traffic. Instead our driver kept yelling at bus drivers of moving buses until he finally found one going our way and hailed it down! 9 hr trip on local bus, stopping at every little village, the 3 of us squished in together on a bench seat, another Indian experience not to be forgotten.

We stayed in Agra for 3 nights. Filthy city with horrible touts wanting you to buy, buy, buy, rickshaw drivers in your face constantly to ride when we want to walk. We were at the Taj Mahal 31 yrs ago, when we could view it in peace. I remember being there with only a few other people. Now there are literally thousands, and some areas roped off. But still its beauty is not to be denied, aptly one of the 7 wonders of the world. So glad Kris was there with us. He had considered missing it, thinking it too touristy, but after viewing it said he was glad he did. He went with us for a sunset viewing and left the next morning on his own again. It was John’s 61st birthday (Nov. 3) that day, he did remember to wish him happy birthday and gave him a pebble from his house in Kanpur as a present (but John thinks he just got it out of a flower pot that was in our Agra hotel room, will have to ask him when we see him next). John and I went back to the Taj for sunrise viewing, pretty awesome birthday present I’d say.

Kris met a girl in Menali from Philly, she was born in Columbia. They made plans to meet in Goa, where he’d already been but different areas, and now I guess the season is picking up. He changed his Indian flight and will meet us in Amsterdam the last 2 nights. We have a week there where our friends from Scotland will meet up with us

John and I left Agra by hired car (no Kris so no need go on cheap transport! Yeah!), left Nov 4. We’re so tired (especially me) of the masses, the constant in-your-face hustling, over priced tourist shopping. We decided to come here, Keoladeo Bird Sanctuary, hoping it was going to be nice and peaceful like the tiger sanctuary, and it is! Nice hotel, hot water, toilet paper even, a/c, heaven! On the way over we stopped at Fatehpur Sikri, again mobbed by guides that are out of control, non stop, taxi drivers, I finally lost it! Yelled at the guy to stop, stop, stop and I went storming off! Walked the 1 km to fort, just couldn’t take it anymore. Poor John had to follow behind me, almost didn’t catch up to me, I was in such a huff. Yep, time to say bye to India, at least for me. I didn’t even see the fort, just sat outside reading my book, ignoring the kids coming up begging, selling stuff. Told John to go ahead, if I had to deal with all the shit I was going to slap somebody!

We got here, settled in our room and went b/4 sunset to the bird park in a bicycle rickshaw (not motor rickshaw), guide following along w/ his bike. We’re not bird fans but was pretty awesome. The guide had a real powerful telescope. His eyes and ears so keen, would see a bird and set up telescope on tripod for us to see. Amazing variety, beautiful colors, forgot all the names. This is a World Heritage park; I guess the best in Asia for bird viewing. John went off early this am to the park, rented a bike. I don’t know how to ride a bike so couldn’t go, fine w/ me.

We’ll be here 2 more nights then on to Delhi for 2 nights to catch our flight to Amsterdam, look forward to meeting some Scottish friends, then home. Hard to believe our 7 wk journey is almost at an end. Feels like it went by in a flash, and yet at times like we’ve been here forever (as my meltdown attests to). I’m so ready to leave, but so glad we came and shared this journey with our son, as I’m sure he won’t want to travel w/ Mom and Dad again. Right before my eyes I saw him develop into a world traveler. I’m confident now he can go anywhere, do anything and everything.

Kanpur home again

Kanpur

We did make it to Kanpur which was one of my goals for coming here, however it rightfully deserves its current reputation as one of the most polluted cities in the world. India is relatively easy to travel at all levels of budget, there is a fantastic tourist network set up in all the usual places where westerners visit. Kanpur is not one of these as we found out; unless you fly in and out it becomes a real challenge.

Originally we had planned on staying 5 nights there but because of our going to Udaipur and tiger refuge, waiting for Kris to catch up w/ us we only could spare 2 nights there.

We arrived in Kanpur late at night, horrible shit hole of a place. It’s just a big industrial city, not even in our guide book. We had hoped to book in a nice hotel where they would be helpful to our quest but not so. They were very uninterested in us.

The next morning we were all depressed and worn out, at noon we got a driver who spoke very little English however he drove us to a Christian cemetery. We got real excited when the book the caretaker brought out listing all the graves was written by a woman that was my principal at U.K.C.A. school in Kanpur where mom taught with Zoe (Powell) Yarland. We had actually met her again in London in 1982 when she was researching the books on Cawnpore. However this graveyard (Kacheri) is now a National Heritage Site, people buried prior to 1900. Some incredible stories on the gravestones give a little insight to their life and times.

Next stop the Cantonment area, we were suddenly in a place that resembled old Cawnpore, wide empty, tree lined streets, open fields and no sign of the masses and filth in the actual city. All Souls Church, a large Cathedral type building with a bell tower, beautifully preserved. There was the garden behind the church with the guardian angle looking down on the grave of the 160 women & children murdered during the Mutiny. As soon as I walked into the church it seemed quiet, familiar and comforting, however there was no blue ceiling as I remembered, however as I turned and looked up at the area over the main alter there was the blue ceiling with the gold stars I remembered. I remember coming to this church with his Dad for Christmas Eve services, Mom being SDA let me go with Dad so I could experience the candles and carols so long ago. It was quite emotional remembering sitting there some 50-55 yrs ago with my father.

I surprisingly found my old house, down a long alley from the main road, I remember growing up in and met the family that is living there now. The son is a lawyer and spoke perfect English; the Father began working for Cooper Allen in 1962 and is now retired. He knew many of the people I remember Dad telling stories about and the names triggered many memories. The house has changed and seemed smaller than I remembered as a child but was definitely the same place. Hard to imagine at one time we had 13 servants. They seemed a little skeptical until I said “there used to be a big mango tree there” this brought a great reaction from the family their neighbors and all looking on. They had just cut it down 6 weeks ago. They invited us inside for a look around. They are Hindu so the place is now decorated in modern Hindu style. I think some of the interior rooms as well as the exterior has been changed thru the years and is quite run down since the Brit age! The water trough, grass/reed fan coolers were still in some of the windows. I can remember the workmen building and installing them, they looked their age! Mom loved her roses and proudly proclaimed she had 200 growing in the back yard, sure enough some of the roses are still there, sharing the yard with the Buffalo and goat.


We attended Sunday services and met Pastor Carroll after the service, he took us back to his office and pulled out the old ledgers and I did find Winifred Beatrice Bason listed as passing 1964.
To have Kris sitting next to me in a place which for so long has only been a memory of Christmas Eve’s 55 years ago was an amazing feeling. We went to the old graveyard, which was terribly overgrown and weren’t able to find the grave but we knew we were at least in the right cemetery. According to Pastor Carroll most of the records at Christ Church were lost, we went there but I didn’t get a chance to follow up on this, they were having a service in Hindi and we needed to catch a bus so couldn’t wait around.
Our Taxi driver yelled at a local bus going the other way and before we knew it we were crammed into the seats along with the locals for a 9 hr ride to Agra, stopping at all the villages as we went, cost each $2.

Pushkar Camel Fair Oct. 26 - 30

Oct. 26 - 29
Arrived Pushkar at dusk, a couple of kids grabbed our bags and disappeared around a corner heading uphill around a couple of cows. Our floor on the 3rd. floor was adequate and had great hot water and pressure, something rare lately. At the evening prayer call, there was a cloud of bats arising from the old abandoned building across the alleyway. Pushkar Lake which used to be a man made lake used for bathing for the faithful. Earlier this year however it was drained due to the over pollution of the water, basically the sewers emptied into the lake and the government had drained it and was now bulldozing the bottom to make it deeper, god knows what toxins this released into the air after centuries of use. Pushkar has the only Brahmin temple in India.
On the way to check out the lake there was an amazing site of sweet shops making guabjullams and jellabies over open fires.
The next morning we headed for the Mela Grounds or stadium for the camel race and the horse dancing competition. The Camel race was a joke as they raced two laps around the small soccer sized stadium; however the winner cut the last 3 corners and was declared the winner amongst a protesting crowd. The horse dancing was another thing altogether! Nadine & I got to the area early enough to have seats inside the “corral” like area that the horses performed in, so close as to almost have my foot crushed on by a horse that was way out of control.
The camel festival is beyond my ability to describe and the pictures can’t paint a true picture of what’s there. So I’m going to just give my impressions of what I saw. First more camels, horses, cows and buffalo in one place than you can imagine. Huge jet black & snowy white Arabian stallions, raised on the desert and ready to stud, owned by nomads and Indian mafia alike.
Thousands of camels, bedded down next to tents with men lighting fires and cooking chapatties while smoking and passing the chillum around. Herds of buffalo flowing down the streets as Honda Heroes tore by in-between the rickshaws and masses of pilgrims. Snake charmers, acrobats, tight rope walkers, beautiful faced children in rags saying ‘hello” and holding their hands out, dusty sandy tracks; flowing, shimmering, bright saris with gold nose and earring laden women. All with a loud background noise of constant drums and chanting.
Kris won a trophy playing on the visitors’ team against the locals in Kamala, a tag your it like game only with team tackling/wrestling allowed (they came in second vs. the locals). A lot of fun to watch, even if you don’t really know the rules, but really tough to play in the sand, especially if you’re a malnutritioned, diarrhea ridden poor back-packer.
The last morning Kris and I climed up to see Brahma’s 1st. wife’s temple, the view was more impressing than the temple, sipping chai and watching the monkeys play while the sun rose put a stamp on the beginning of the day of travel to Kanpur and old memories.

Nads talking now

Now a word from NAD
Namaste gang,
Oct 22. 6:30 am, ole man still sleeping of course, sitting on the rooftop of my hotel, just watched the sunrise, listening to the chanting in the distance from the Hindu temple, ah, India! But also had to step over the monkey doods as I walked up the stairs, on the lookout for attacking monkeys. We can’t have our breakfasts here on the rooftop, the guy says”monkey problem”, but dinners we eat up here. Mark, you’d enjoy it, the guy has a high powered pellet gun at the ready for monkeys!

Last I wrote we were in Udaipur. Finally got a lakeview rm, was beautiful. This is where they filmed the Bond movie Octopussy, a hotel right on the lake, so magical. Couldn’t go to the hotel, only for the $500/nite guests. But still the other sites were awesome, ancient palace, fort, Jain temple. It was as huge as a city block, all carved in white marble, 144 columns, no 2 alike.

We stayed there 4 nites, then on to Bundi by nite train. We heard on the news that a couple hrs after we got off the train it had a crash w/ another train! I guess if it’s not your time, you get off the train beforethings go wrong! Sure glad it wasn’t our time, would have made for a lot of paperwork for the family. 23 dead, I’m sure many more injured. We keep thinking of the family we shared the compartment with, Mom, Dad, 2 sweet little boys.
I pray they got out safely. We were sitting towards the back of the trainwhich was stopped and that’s where it got hit by the other train. The guy that was responsible, probably had fallen asleep and ran away so they were looking to arrest him. I think the police are still looking for him. Hard to believe, we got off about 1am, and there was one lone man responsible for the lives of thousands of people, I guess no computer system in the railways. Riding the trains at nite I’ve seen one lone guy with a dim kerosene lamp to signal the trains.

We were supposed to stay here in Bundi for 5 nites hanging out waiting to see if Kris is going to to meet us here, but that’s not going to happen. It’s a very small town, picturesque , with many homes painted a bright purple/blue. But dirty, no trash cleanup, as everywhere,open sewers. I guess I got spoiled w/ Shimla cause it was so clean there. We saw the fort yesterday, not much else here in the town. And especially no shopping! Of course that’s not John’s criteria for a good town or not, but it is mine! Last night was our second night, we’ve decided to leave this eve and go to a Ranthambore National Park a tiger refuge a 4 hr train ride away(train again!).
Should be something different, probably won’t see any tigers, they’re pretty rare. But the jeep safari should be fun.

The place we’re staying here is real funky, about $13/nite. We arrived about 1am, the hotel guy Chintu, was there to meet our train. He came on motorcycle but wanted to make sure we didn’t get ripped off by the tuk tuk (motorcycle taxi) drivers, which is a real problem anytime you arrive at a new place. His place was real hard to find, in the middle of the old city. I guess I got spoiled, this is the first place w/ no AC except Shimla where we didn’t need it. The rm was real dark, felt unclean, very stuffy even w/ fan, squat toilet, but also western one beside it. First time we used our sleeping bag liners on top the sheets. But actually in the light of day felt much better. This is a family run haveli, 450 yrs old. The family is so gracious, mother awesome cook, we didn’t have the heart to switch. We would have stayed here the whole time but I’m kinda glad we’re leaving. Feel bad, since we booked for 5 nites, we’re going to pay them for an extra day (remember, that’s $13!) In the 70’s when we were last here we never paid that much, we would have felt like we were in a 5 star hotel if we had, I’m sure. Today Chintu has booked a tuk tuk for us to go out of town to see a waterfall and these ancient water tanks they call baoris, should be able to get back b/4 our 5pm train.

As for Kris, he’s still having a great time in Menali. We’ve been able to chat w/ him online every couple days. He said he’s in a great hotel (I’m sure real cheap), the family there invited him to spend the Dewali festival w/ them (very big holiday, happy time, beginning of their new year. Other Hindu significance but don’t know what). The town is a real hangout for young westerners (guess they would be called hippies in our day). He’s made friends there so enjoying himself.
Today he starts a 3-4 day trek w/ 2 british girls. We’re going to extend our stay at Pushkar from 2 to 4 nites so he can meet us there, since he was the one who really wanted to go to the camel fair. That means we’ll stay 3 nites in Kanpur instead of 5 nites trying to track down Joh’ns old house, his grandmother’s grave. It should be enough time, and it’s just a big industrial city, not much to do or see. It’s not even in any of our guide books as not a tourist spot.
Don’t know how we’re going to find a hotel ahead of time, oh well.



Oct. 23
Holy moly, what a change this place is from Bundi! But let me first finish off my Bundi narrative. Before going to the waterfalls we stopped at another hotel we had lunch at the day b/4 to change money. We got our rupees, started talking about being on the train that crashed, and both of us walked out of there without our passports a guy had taken away to make copies of. Can’t believe it, two supposedly “seasoned travelers”doing something so stupid like that! Patti, as you say, veeery nar nars! We spent the day going to the countryside , never realizing. When we got back to our hotel we had only a couple hrs b/4 we had to leave for the train station. Fortunately, as we had our lunch the day b/4 in conversation we told the wife of that hotel that we were staying at Chintu’s place.
She remembered that, so called our place to tell them they had our passports, along w/ a $100 travelers check in John’s passport. We had just enough time to retrieve them!
I tell you, Bundi was a blessed place for us. Wasn’t too happy w/ the rm, but that was absolutely insignificant in the whole scheme of things. The people there were beautiful, so helpful and honest. Even at the train station there was this railway police guy, loaded machine gun and all, who started talking to us, no angle to hustle us for anything, just friendly and curious. He made sure when we got on the train that we got our proper seats, and came back b/4 his stop to say goodbye and wish us well. Bundi was definitely Kharmic for us.

1st class AC, that, that was the way to go man! So far we had only ridden 2nd class AC(cause the arrangements were made by our budget traveler son). Had a complete compartment to ourselves, seats that make into 2 berth, unlike 4 berth in 2nd class. But of course then we don’t get to meet other people.

A driver had been sent by hotel guy, Vishnu, to fetch us. Arrived about 11pm.Really nice rm, separate cottage, AC, although much cooler here. Green lawns, manicured gardens all around compound, first time for us since arriving in India! This is a whole diff Indian experience, feel like an English lady in british raj era, coming to view the tigers, 1 spectrum to the other. We’re going this afternoon for our 1st jeep safari, 3 hrs, $31 for both of us. Can you imagine how much something like this would cost stateside? Will close now and finish off after 1st safari. Boy’s bringing me lunch to my veranda, ho hum.

Oct 24. Ranthambore National Park is 1334 sq. km of wild jungle scrub, in the center is the 10th. century Ranthambore fort, the park was a maharajas’ hunting grounds until 1970. We did the jeep trip last evening but didn’t see a tiger but many spotted deer, Samba a large Indian deer, wild boars and crocodiles. This morning up at 5am and did a morning safari, this time on a “cantor” a truck like vehicle that held about 15 people, lots of kids aboard so not as quiet as I wished. Towards the end of the trip we saw jeeps in front of us stopped, there were apparently 4 tigers on the road and sure enough we did see one of them us they returned to the bush. It’s too bad we didn’t arrive just a minute sooner. A few kilometers on down the road another jeep had stopped, this time they had spotted two leopards, a rare sighting. Again we were a few seconds late, but at least now I’m a believer that these animals must be making a come-back from all the mismanagement I’ve read about.
Tommorow we have tickets for the night train to Jaipur where we will connect to Ajmeer and then on to Pushkar

Lucky to be in Bundi

Oct. 17-20.. Spent most of the day at the imposing City Palace museum, Rajasthan’s largest palace with balconies, towers and cupolas, towering over the lake. Our hotel has a comfortable feel, Escher like stairways with friendly staff, even if we did have to change rooms 3 times in 4 nights with each night improving on the room Uadipur has its usual charm of buildings and monuments, however to just observe the street life is entertaing beyond any movie or TV documentary can impress. A two hr.drive to Kumbalgarth fort, the world’s second longest wall after the Great Wall of China. Also Ranakpur a Jain temple supported by 1444 pillars of white marble, no two alike; I gave up comparing after 3 or 4. The village life seen on the way there and back had timelessness about it, the same scenes as my mothers old faded Kodachrome slides from almost 50 years ago.

Tonight we catch the Mewar Express bound for Bundy, a small village where Kipling moved to write.

Oct.21. We are in the Hadee Rani Guesthouse an Indian house with 3 rooms for rent, the place is 450 yrs old, but lucky for us they have up-graded the plumbing since then. The mother of the family is the cook and it’s the best Indian food yet, all for $12 a night.
Bundi is a truly Indian town, no tourist section but great street scenes.

Udaipur

Oct. 16. Ok, after a 9 ½ hr bus ride to Delhi, taxi to airport and flight to Udaipur. We got lucky and got a room at the Jagat Niwas Hotel, a heritage building. Lots of fireworks tonight but tomorrow Diwali begins and the main intersection in the old city is ready to go.

Shimla and back again.

Oct. 15. Nadine, the brave soul that she is and myself are leaving for Rajasthan tonight and Kris leaves for Manalli tomorrow morning. Outside they are hanging lights and preparing for Diwali.

Oct 13. Road blocked above Nako, the had been working a week on trying to move a boulder 40-50 feet high that had slid onto the road along with a continuing slide of rubble. We walked up the 6 k to watch as they finished drilling the rock, but just as they were doing this another slide came down the hill, as the 3-4 workers scrambled for cover the drill and hydraulic cables were bent and buried. As the dynamite crew, a guy with a rolled up red fuse and another guy carrying a beat up cardboard box. One guy threw the sticks up to the others feet as he stuffed the sticks into the drill holes. They had the boulder drilled on three sides, attached the fuse and actually lit it with a match, then ran like hell for cover, about 2 minutes later the explosion was impressive but only 1/3 of the rock cracked off and slid down the face of the cliff. So the road was still blocked and we were out of luck! We decided to return to Shimla and hoped Nadine was still kicking.

Oct. 12. An overturned Tata truck on a hairpin blocked all traffic including the school bus, so all the uniformed kids, walking up hill added to the color of the morning. The military type tow truck, using a big pine tree as a pulley to pull the truck back onto its wheels so we could finally pass. Met the Spiti river and up the valley and following the cutouts in the mountain for the road until we reached Nako. A nice Buddhist goat herder village, prayer flags on every roof, next to the satellite dish and solar panels! Watched while the locals gathered and the young girls brought the goats down from the high country, this area is famous for the Pashmina wool.

Oct. 11. Kalpa and a great lunch of egg curry. Again music and laughter, this time women threshing the grain with long sticks and having what looked like a great time. Not unlike our group effort of pounding mochi at home at new years, only without the Saki!

Oct. 10. Great hotel in Sangla, overlooking the river and the locals humping the straw down from the higher valleys for the winter animal feed. Up to Chitkul at 12, 000 ft. More dancing and drums in the village, this time 15-20 women dancing in a celebrating the “Phulech “festival or flower harvest festival.

Oct 9. Sangla valley, deep gorges, apple orchards. If you ever see apples from Himachal Pradesh try them, great red and juicy.

Oct 9. Sangla valley, deep gorges, apple orchards. If you ever see apples from Himachal Pradesh try them, great red and juicy.

Oct 5-7. Stayed in Shimla and Nadine has decided to stay, Kris & I have a jeep with driver for $12/day. We will go for 10 days follow the Sutlej River, into the Lingti, Pin & Spiti valleys. We left Nadine at the Willow Banks hotel just as a bout of Delhi belly hit her. She told us to go so off we went with “Bobby” our driver, the next 7 days while on the road reminded me of Mr. Toads ride. This guy had competed the last few years in the “Raid de Himalaya” Rally from Shimla to Srinagar and no cars ever passed us. Tata trucks and sheer drops with no guardrails were just another day in the office for him.

Oct. 4. We left Delhi 7:40 am going AC second class changed trains onto the narrow gauge railway (Toy Train) at Kalta and arrived Simla at 7pm. We met an Indian family on the train into Simla Sam the father was in his late 30 and very bright and informed in regards to politics, religion and finance, his wife is a teacher, he works for the government in defense, he has worked for the UN in four African countries. He was very interested in the “west” and how the family unit is perceived and how we take care of our elders. He is a Christian and a true believer in his faith. His wife’s brother is a software engineer for Microsoft. Narrow cliff hugging roads in the dark so unable to get a feel for the place. There is a definite vertical feeling to Shimla.

Catching up in Delhi....

Sept. 27. Breakfast and the a taxi, bags thrown on top luggage rack, to Victoria Terminus, Sleeper train to Aurangabad, arrived 11 pm. Driver waiting.

Sept 28. Tourist office in hotel made reservations to fly to Delhi on Jet Lite, good for us because India Airlines just went on strike cancelling all flights from Delhi. Hired a driver to take us to Daultabad Fort & Ellora caves, I hope I can send some pictures but they won’t do them justice. Returned for dinner in the hotel restaurant, dark and quiet, we were the only ones in the place, it looked a little sketchy at first and we cautiously ordered from the only menu in the place. What a treat, the best sweet corn soup in the world, garlic nan, tandori chicken, chicken kentuki and iced Kingfisher beer. All served to us by 2 guys lurking around our table.

Sept 29. Decided not to do the 3 hr. one way drive to Ajunta caves, instead visited Panchakki (water wheel/pools. Ghrishneshwar Temple (Jyotirlinga Shiva Temple), Bibi-Ka-Maqbara (Mini Taj Mahal). Aurangabad is a really Indian town, very dusty, dry but not as uncomfortable as Mumbai. No high-rise buildings and no actual downtown area.

Sept 30. Up early and to the airport, modern, clean, huge for the amount of people there. Jet Lite flight to Delhi took 2 hrs. No driver waiting for us, so a pstood in line and pre-paid for a cab. A little confusion waiting at curbside then finally a driver who spoke English gave us another wild taxi ride to the Hotel Grand Godwin, (Arakashan Rd., Ram nagar, Pahargani 91-11-23546891). The confusion and chaotic scenes of the streets gave away to the quiet, air conditioned lobby. Water on a silver tray while we checked-in hit the spot. The circular stairway, marble floors, Mahogany doors and beautiful jeweled miniature paintings on the wall; all were a surprise for $25 a night each.

Oct 1. To the Red Fort in the morning, impressive outer walls but signs of ageing and lack of upkeep. An aging palace and royal gardens within, at one time housed the Peacock throne which we saw in Teheran in 1978. Walked down Chandni Chowk street, what once must have been an easy going avenue is now a scene to behold: Sikhs carrying swords, knives and spears walking in the neighborhood of a temple. A gaggle of cycle rickshaws with a large blue box instead of a seat, on the side is painted Bishop Church School. Six children inside the boxes with their schoolbags thrown on top. Bullock carts unloading grain and flour. All of this with crumbling British landmark buildings peeking through the noise and moving flow of traffic and humans.

Oct 2. Mahatma’s birthday today, a national holiday. So when we arrived at the Gandhi museum we discovered that the gates were robed in garlands and closed! As were the museums, so much for our culture day, at least the traffic was a little subdued.
Tomorrow we are catching a train and then bus to Shimla, it’s the high season there and we had to call 4-5 places before finding a room. It’s at the top of the town which is on the side of a hill, the walk up will be interesting but the view should be great, I’ll let you know.

Fish Market strangers

Sept 26
Difficult to sleep, still adjusting to the time change of 15 hours ahead of home or Hawaii time. So after about 4-5 hours of actual sleep we all gave up and at Kris’s suggestion we got up and jumped in a Taxi by 6:30 am. Headed towards Sassoon Docks to check out the fish market! We had read how it’s in a sensitive area, shipyards etc. and military installations nearby so we knew that picture taking was a risky business. So the few pictures do it little justice for the impact it made. Thousands of people doing this every day is mind boggling. We were caught up in the frenzy of activity; men, women and children all seeming to have great purpose, goal and drive to get there faster than the next person. Women balancing great tubs of a variety of fish on their heads, men straining with wooden carts, ropes over their heads with ice and great loads of shrimp. Ancient wooden boats with no modern equipment or tackle tying “Kingfish” (about 6 ft. long) by the tail and roping it up to the docks. We were the only westerners there and what struck us is how everyone is so much in their own world carrying out their daily task. I wonder what the few people that noticed us and took the time to focus on us thought? There is no way that they could understand the world that we live in and little chance that we can truly understand what their day entails.

This afternoon we took the boat ride out to Elephanta Caves. Glad to be back in the AC room and ready for dinner now that our laundry is back from the dhobiwalla’s.

Hot & Humid

Sept 25
The first day spent trying to get used to the unbelievable heat, humidity, the crush of people and amazing odors. We are staying just behind the Taj Hotel at the Diplomat, comfortable, 24 hr. room service, Wi-Fi, AC, and hot water. What more could you ask for?
Trying to catch-up with this and having some difficulty up-loading pictures so will keep trying.

1st. Day

Sept. 24, jump ahead a day.
Our flight went smoothly, besides a bag falling out of the overhead and hitting Nadine, scratching her forehead and the plane dropping about 100 feet over Greenland!

Our driver was waiting so had no problems, otherwise would have been mobbed by the hustlers. The initial drive in a 3rd world environment is always a wake up call to where now acctually are. This guy had real skills with his horn, however clipped a pedestrian with his side mirror, but did stop to appoligize! Kris was waiting in the room for us, was so great to see him.(hope to have him post some Goa pictures) Had a late dinner and to bed about 3am, time being all screwed up.

Seattle.... a short stop.

Sorry about the lag in updating this! Fatigue and lack of easy hook-up has taken its toll….

We left Kona Sept 22 bound for Seattle via. LA and for me an additional stop in Portland. I lucked out in Portland and was able to get out 2 hrs earlier than originally scheduled, and arrived about 40 minutes after Nadine. By then she had scouted out the shuttle areas and was waiting there for me.

The Light Rail station was a short 10 minute walk from the Lodge, this rail system went operational in 2008. After paying our $5 per round trip, we boarded the train and a half hour and a short walk later we found ourselves at the top of Pike’s Market. It’s still a great place, overlooking Puget Sound and full of the buzz of life and unique shops amongst the fish throwing vendors.

Exploring East

Kris left Sunday night but 2 hours into the flight to San Francisco, they turned back to Honolulu due to a "problem" in the cargo section. All was well but he is now 5 hours late for all the connections, he needs to make the 8pm Sat. flight out of Atlanta for Mumbai, which is a 16 hr. flight, heading east!
United bought him a bed in S.F. and he made the 8am stand-by flight to Atlanta the next morning, he should be good to make the curry connection tonight. He made it to Mumbai, however his backpack didn’t. So while he waited for the baggage “specialist” to report the lost bag his hotel taxi driver must have got tired of waiting out front and left. Kris then got a taxi to Victoria train station and onto his hotel, “The Residency”. We learned all this by e-mail on Monday and have been awaiting word since then. Tonight we were able to chat on G-Mail and his pack arrived Wednesday morning so he is “back in business”. He leaves for Goa at 11:30 p.

Start it up. Slide & glide away form where we find our-selves. Make the effort.

I heard the longest journey starts with the first step, but this one began in my head a few years ago, waffeling as it may be. It has continued to mold itself with help from Nadine and Kris who will share the ride together with me. Thanks also to all friends and relatives who have remembered the past and shaped my awareness of the uniqueness of our family.
Right now, beginning to choose a bag, what and how much to fit into it, how much it will weigh and how difficult to lift it will be to lift into places I can only now imagine.
Time has worked its wonders and I hope I’m up to the task. It’s been 30 years since I last smelt India and 52 years ago we left there. Traveling has always been a way not only to see and feel new things but also a way to change your current mindset (maybe at least for a short time)!
This time I have a hope to follow a goal, not going as a worker or a tourist adventure, but to try and find a beginning and perhaps a better understanding for a sense of life, and how it fits into yours.