Nat & Ev

Hello hello, Sorry it has been a while. I will start with a really quick update of the last week in India.

By the time we got back to Delhi Nat had been sick for a few days. I had been very sympathetic but my body could no longer resist and I quickly became empathetic. My body with a strong sense of time and place was waiting to reach Delhi before allowing me to feel the joy of Delhi Belly. Three days on the can with an average interval of 20 minutes. I feel like I had a real Delhi experience. We saw a doctor on Day 2 and by Day 3 it was starting to clear up.

We had one day left and decided to make a dash to Agra. We saw the minor sights which were all really great, we even humoured our driver by visiting a few emporiums and almost fell in love with a Persian carpet but as the afternoon got late we decided it was time to bring our time in India to a close in the best possible way, Seeing the Taj Mahal at sunset! All I can say don't go to Agra on a Friday if you want to see the Taj, it's closed. Whilst it was very heart breaking I need to come back to go skiing in Kashmir so I'm sure we will have another chance to see the Mighty Taj.

That concluded our time in India so we thought we would let you know what India has meant to us.

Nat's thoughts

The first time I came to India I LOVED it. At least I really liked it while I was there, and began to love India in my memories of travelling there. This time my experience of India hasn't been quite so rosy. In part I think this is because the novelty factor wasn't there this time - and so the hard things in India became annoying rather than quirky. And there is a LOT to find annoying in India... I'll just give you my top five:

1. Dogs are everywhere. Now I don't like dogs at the best of times but in India you can't escape the filthy, mangy creatures which roam the streets at all times. I'm sure they all have rabies. And they spent half the night barking.

2. Nothing is clean. We're budget travellers. We know that the hotel rooms we stay in are not going to be luxurious. However, when you start to spent a little bit more money on a hotel room you hope that the result will be at least a new level of cleanliness. Instead our experience has been that more money is more likely to buy you AC or a TV in the room - while the level of scunge remains the same. Nice.

3. Harassment from all corners. Most people will tell you that one of the hardest things about India is how much everyone harasses you. In Delhi if you walk down one of the major streets in a tourist district for 100 metres you are likely to get yelled at by 100 people offering/strongly recommending you take up their offer of a hotel, a rickshaw, a taxi, food, Internet etc etc. And when I walk around without Ev I get a whole other list of offers (usually starting with 'hey sexy baby')! Saying no to these offers usually requires saying no about four times and ignoring people entirely. And it takes its toll - fending off people all day long is exhausting and leaves me feeling like I am completely heartless.

4. People lie to tourists a lot. I know that not everyone in the world is going to be truthful but it did feel as though every second person we met lied to us directly. Most of these experiences did seem to happen in hotels though.

5. India makes you sick. In total I was very sick for a total 7 out of 31 days which is rather more than I would like! And I'm not a sickly person. But Delhi belly is not a joke and seems to happy to everyone, no matter how careful they are.

Now I've had my whinge - I should say that there have been lots of things I have enjoyed about being in India a second time. The places that I have enjoyed the most have been:

1. Munnar - the scenery here was absolutely stunning. Beautiful tea plantations spread for miles around

2. Darjeeling and Gangtok - again the mountain scenery was beautiful and the towns a little bit smaller and more laid back (probably because it was the off-season for them!)

3. Alleppey - this was probably my favourite town. The backwaters were beautiful and wandering around on them offered a lot of insight into people's lives in the area.

4. Delhi - I'm not 100% why I like Delhi so much but I think there is definitely something excellent about big cities where you can explore different sights and areas for days. My favourite moments were when I discovered little shopping enclaves in the middle of nowhere.

Aside from the specific places I loved, it has to be said that the advertising is on the money... India really is incredible. India is an assault on the senses. It is the loudest, most colourful, smelliest place I have ever been too. It has incredible food and drinks, a dense and complex history and offers so much to see and do. And some of the people we met (usually the ones not involved in the tourism game) were incredibly kind. Despite all the harder parts of travelling here I would still recommend that people visit sometime (although maybe only for a couple of weeks - I don't think there is another country that is anything like India.

India According to Ev

I'm so glad we came to India. I was really scared about lots of how I was going to cope and on the whole I think I've come through the 5 weeks all the better for having seen India. It's a crazy place and on the whole I have really loved it and I think in time I will look back very fondly and the things we have seen and done.

There are a few things I have come to accept as being quintessentially Indian;
- A horn loud enough to deafen the unlucky soul it's honking at
- The ability to litter no matter how beautiful and pristine your surrounds are
- A complete disregard for personal space
- Hocking spit everywhere and making the most foul noise possible in the process (to be fair I think China has this one won hands down but the Indians are trying to match them)
- Backwards bargaining is expected
- The right to view westerners as a meal ticket. This one was hard to come to terms with. I think we have a strong sense of justice that sometimes clouds the reality that even though we are getting scammed and don't like it, it's only a couple of bucks. It's hard not to overreact.

My three highlights have been:
- The Backwaters of Kerala
- Munnar Hill Station
- Food in India is sensational from Aloo Gobi to Nestle Bar One (30 cents of mars like goodness)

I still haven't worked out how the little bucket in the toilet is used?? Might save that investigation until next trip!

And the most important statistic....

Do NOT go in there!
Nat and Ev

Our quest for snow was, to say the least, an epic. Kashmir has some of the best skiing in Asia and with an airport within 1 hour of the Gulmarg ski area it's a tourist friendly option. Tension between India and Pakistan had been quiet for a while with both countries making an effort to end the 50 year old conflict. When we were planning the trip we were thinking this could be an option pending a pre ski DFAT check. Unfortunately for us and for the people of Kashmir the news wasn't good. Our second option was touted by Lonely Planet as India's premier (non Kashmir) ski resort. We looked in vain for snow reports, web cams, anything to give us an indication of snow. The only report we could get was from one of the hotels in Auli who told us that the lifts were working and people were skiing. We decided to take a punt and headed off for a week in the hills.

Auli is not so tourist friendly. Basically we travelled for two days - a 7 hour train and 1 hour rickshaw on day one and a 11 hour share jeep trip through some of the windiest roads I have ever been on. 300kms of constant s-bends. To be fair the jeep was supposed to only take 6-8 hours but with two rock slides (one assisted by TNT) and a flat tyre it turned into an exhausting day.

Ganges in the Foothills

Roadworkers stop traffic for a blast

Auli is a 20 minute gondola ride from its service town Joshimath. Upon arrival in Joshimath we headed to the gondola to get to our accommodation for the night. It was then that the full extent of how bad the ski situation was fully hit home. The manager of the gondola told us that while the gondola was working the other lifts were non operational (due to lack of snow) and our accom was as a result a 3km walk down the hill from top station. Not that keen on a night hike with all our gear we decided to stay in Joshimath and to check out the sitch the next day.

Mountains behind Joshimath

3am and the Indian cuisine / lack of hygiene (Indias not Nats) finally got the upper hand starting a 12 hour toilet-a-thon for Nat. With 90% of the channels in Hindi and the bad reception due to the mountains we ended up watching ESPN and Animal Planet way way too much. In the process we learnt a lot about the FA cup and snakes care of Austin Stevens, a South African version of Steve Irwin. http://www.animalplanet.co.uk/austinstevens/index.shtml

The next day after some serious medication we were ready to hit the slopes. As we ascended out of the valley the surrounding ranges became visible. It was a truly awe inspiring view and this time the skies were crystal clear. We passed over the place where we intended to stay and realised why the lift wasn't operating. The biggest patch of snow inbounds was 1m by 20m.

Nat tried on some hi tech boots and took her pick of the fluro straight edge skis and we were off on an uphill hike to find some rideable snow. I resorted to stopping ever 300m or so and providing Nat with Chocolate incentives to keep her momentum up. It worked and by stop 3 (which was at a cool little Buddhist Gompa) we could hear cheering coming from further up the mountain.

Ev pre hike just above Top Station

We arrived at temporary base camp. Still a good 1000 meters or so to go but at least we knew we would get a run in. It turns out we were far from alone. We had timed our day on the snow to coincide with the Indian Army Uttaranchal Divisions race day. Fortunately they had restricted themselves to a 200m course and the upper slopes were all ours.

One run was enough punishment for us and we headed back down to Joshimath for some more Austin Stevens. The return journey was just as arduous but we decided to stop in Rishikesh to break it up a little. Rishikesh was made famous by the Beatles who hung out here in an ashram for a few months, writing most of the white album before becoming disillusioned and returning to the UK. Ringo actually went home early because he wanted more meat. What a little trooper.
www.thebeatlesinrishikesh.com
I too became disillusioned very quickly. Such a beautiful town set on the Ganges in the foothills of the Himalayas, it's a shame about all the neo-hippys.

Holy man, Holy river

Back to Delhi and hopefully a Kazakhstan Visa!

After visiting a number of smaller towns in a row I was quite excited about the prospect of returning to Delhi for a few days. While some areas of Delhi can been pretty full-on (read: grimy streets, stray dogs everywhere, riskshaw drivers trying to accost you every two steps etc etc) - there are also lots of things to see and do. And like most big cities - it is a lot easier to find the occasional western comfort to get you through the more stressful times.

Unfortunately, the Delhi experience hasn’t gone quite as smoothly as planned.

Drama number 1. After too many train and bus trips Ev and I took the plunge and splurged for a flight from Darjeeling back to Delhi. We figured that a 3 hour flight on even the dodgiest airline had to be more fun than a 27 hour train trip back to Delhi.

The journey started on Sunday morning, when we got ourselves up at 5am so that we could wedge ourselves on a share jeep from Gangtok to Bagdogora airport. Share jeeps are the way to get around in the mountains as they are quicker than buses and travel popular stretches every 30 minutes or so - but drivers take anywhere up to 18 people in a normal jeep (yes this is the standard jeep made to fit maybe 11) so they can get pretty uncomfortable. On this particular morning we were lucky - only 15 people were wedged into our jeep. But it turns out I have a stronger stomach for hair pin turns than most - cause five of our fellow passengers spend most of the 4 hour journey vomiting out the windows of the jeep. Nice.

We arrived a few hours ahead of the flight but we didn't mind since we figured it was better to be early than rushed. Five long hours of waiting later - our flight was cancelled due to bad visibility! I'm sure we should have been glad that the cheap airline was choosing safety over earning a few extra dollars but from where we were sitting the fog / pollution looked pretty mild. Don't airplanes come with some pretty sophisticated gps gadgets these days?

Anyway, after a mild panic about how the heck we were going to get to Delhi (the flights on the next two days were already full) we headed to the train station. After much discussion with Indian train staff in what can only be described as very pigeon English we established that there was a 5pm train to Delhi for which no sleeper tickets were available (these are the bed-like seats that you get whenever you go on the train overnight). But... we could buy an unreserved ticket for a normal seat, wedge ourselves on the train and from there negotiate with the train conductors for any available seats we could find. Only in India! Well despite my fears of spending the next 29 hours wedged in an upright seat with 10 other people and Ev's snowboard - we decided to go ahead and give this plan a shot. And low and behold it worked! After some lovely sucking up by Ev a few hours into the train trip, we bought ourselves two second class tickets. So in the end, some 39 hours after we left Gangtok, we arrived back to Delhi.

Drama number 2. The first thing we had to do in Delhi was to head to the Kazakhstan embassy at the other end of town to pick up our visas for the next two months. Some of you would know that we are planning to work with an organisation called Crossroads while we are there. The Kazakhstan visa process is a little complex as you need a letter of invitation in addition to all the standard paperwork. But we'd organised our letter - written in Russian - a few months ago so we headed off to the embassy fairly confident about it all. Bah bum... Turns out we really should have found more about our Russian letter as it was actually requesting a business (rather than tourist) visa. So when we rocked up saying that we were visiting people and doing some aid work it didn't really jell with the very strict and very unyielding consulate representative. After some panicked emails and phone calls to Kazakhstan we developed plan B -head back to the embassy tomorrow for a one month visa which does not require a LOI and which we can hopefully extend while in country. We'll keep you updated...

Drama number 3. When traveling around cities we normally just pick up rickshaws or other transport as and when we need it - preferring on the whole to save our money and walk. Today we decided to negotiate with a rickshaw driver to take us around for the day as we figured that we wanted to see a fair bit of Delhi and it would cost us far more to pick up individual drivers each day. So we found one who agreed to take us round for 400 Rs which seemed like a good deal both ways. Half way into the day we stopped at a petrol station and he asked us for some of his money to put towards petrol. Pretty standard practice really. Unfortunately we only had a 500 Rs note so we gave it to him expecting change. You can guess what is coming can't you... Well he gave us 100 Rs change but refused to give us any more back promising that he would continue to wait at each place we wanted to go. But low and behold, at the National Museum, the very next stop, we came out of the Museum after half an hour to discover him gone.

It's not a lot of money but at this point we were feeling pretty frazzled and frustrated with how often in India (and Delhi in particular) you feel like you are being ripped off. So Ev had a good yarn to the next rickshaw driver who picked us up - and he suggested that we put in an official complaint to the tourist police. Ten minutes later we found ourselves in the New Delhi police station trying to work out what the heck we were doing there and if there is any merit at all to filling in a police report. After telling our tale of woe to three people we were given a blank piece of paper and told to write our report. Only the good lord knows what will happen to that piece of paper but I'm sure it won’t get our driver into too much trouble. We declined the offer for tea in the officers’ mess as we had a train to catch.

To the hills for a little skiing!

When I first heard that Marge was joining the police academy, I thought it would be fun and zany, like that movie, 'Spaceballs'. But instead it was dark and disturbing like that movie, 'Police Academy'.

Nat and Ev

This is just a brief update of our last few days in the hills of west Bengal and Sikkim. As the following photo indicates not much changed as far as climatic abnormalities go. Our last day in Darjeeling was a white out.

We set off for, as the promos say, Small but Beautiful - Sikkim, our destination for the night was the capital Gangtok. On clear days you can see Gangtok from Darjeeling (so I'm told) but the share jeep takes 4 hours, All the way down the valley and all the way up the other side. Any respectable journeys on Himalayan roads involves numerous hair pins, some serious reversing, lots of horn blowing and many heart stopping moments as tyres verge on the edge of sheer cliffs. Despite the heart palpitations the journey to Sikkim was spectacular. Beautiful powder blue glacial rivers surrounded by Lush green peaks.

Due to it's proximity to china and the fact that China has never acknowledged Sikkim as part of India the Government has lavished this underpopulated state with well more than it's fair share of Federal Funding. I'm not sure if it was the government overspend or the high proportion of Bhutanese, Nepalees and Tibetan people but Sikkim was very very nice by Indian standards. Flash shops, few scungy dogs and no beggers. we had a great couple of days in Gangtok and the surrounding areas. I would love to come back in summer to do some hiking.

Next stop Delhi for some Kazak visa love.

I'm not kidding, that boy's head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offsides, wasn't it? He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow,
Ev and Nat

P.S for more photos click here http://www.travellerspoint.com/photos/gallery/users/Nat%20and%20Ev/

P.P.S People have been asking about Nat's involvement in the blogging process. I'm more into blogging than she is so I start and she edits and finishes them off. I promise I will let her be the sole author soon.

In a second attempt to make up time we invested more money in India's cab system with a 6 hour trip to Bangalore via Mysore to see the Maharajahs Palace. Definitely worth the the stop not only to stretch the legs but the palace itself is spectacular. On first inspection the outside is magnificent but what we found inside made the outside seem plain. It is so intricate and beautiful that it took 15 years to build, many of the features imported from Europe.

There's nothing like being frisked to help you remember that you're not in Oz anymore. Even though we've been frisked a few times during our trip thus far - we didn't head to the movies in Bangalore expecting it. Especially since we went to see Happy Feet. Happy feet was part of our half time detox in Bangalore. Other features of the 24 hour program were McDonald's x 2, Shopping in a mall and hot water.

After Bangalore we fly to Varanasi where, at the airport, we ran into more union heavies. This time they were protecting the lucrative Airport city run from those dastardly auto rickshaw drivers. We didn't cave in to the exorbitant prices and went on a mission to get a better deal. We found a rickshaw driver dropping someone off. He was seemed keen to take us until the union heavies started yelling at him and off he went. Our resolve strengthened and we marched out of the Airport complex into rural India to track down a fair price. Even when we found a willing driver at a good price he still had to pay the airport heavies a 50Rs cut of the 150rs fare.

Our Hotel was just behind the most southern Ghat and was a great starting point for an arvo stroll along the Ganges. Varanasi is a really interesting mix of cultures and religions. I find the religious mix really interesting in India. Not only do you have your ghats for all the different types of Hindu Gods you also have Islamic and Buddhist Ghats. Are they just trying to get in on the action or is the Ganges sacred to all three religions? I asked a few questions but never really got a comprehendable response.

After our Mumbai experience we decided to go for a Middle Eastern Dinner. It lived up to the fabulous meals we had in Mumbai and two weeks of not getting sick had convinced Nat that this time it was safe to eat the salad. Not so. The first of many dashes to the bathroom was somewhere around 3am and they didn't stop until 4pm after a pre train round of medication. With a 12 hour trip ahead we needed to use all the ammo we had. Numerous tablets and powders later all was sorted - at least temporarily. Unfortunately it didn't give us too much time to see Varanasi. Nat gave me orders to go and take a boat trip by myself. Reluctantly I left my sick wife and drifted along the Ganges. It was amazing. Even though I had walked the same stretch the previous afternoon, drifting past and watching the hive of activity on the shore was spellbinding. At the same time there was a kite festival and with the winds blowing the kites out over the river it was an enchanting afternoon.

Our run of good luck with the trains ran out that evening. We got to the station for a 9.20 train. At least the station signs are realistic with the train time, train name, departure time and how late it is appearing on every sign. You get the feeling big delays are part and parcel of train travel in India. Ours was only one hour late apparently. Two hours late. Three hours late. Four hours late and with the temp dropping by the minute our train finally arrived. 14 hours latter we arrived in Siliguri, not our final destination. A quick rickshaw and jeep later we were half way up the hill to Darjeeling at a place called Kurseong. One of the truly helpful people we have meet thus far helped us wander around the boarded up town trying to find reasonable lodging. Once we had accomplished this it was time to hit the snooze to get ready for our 5.20 wake up call.

The Darjeeling Toy train runs from Siliguri to Darjeeling everyday and takes up to 9 hours to make the climb. We had decided to catch an alternative toy train which is basically the locals version. Taking workers and school kids up the mountain in the Old School Darjeeling express. The longer train is Diesel powered where as our locomotive was a fine old steam powered beast stopping every few Kms to fill up the water tank and to empty the ashtray below the furnace. This was a perfect opportunity to get out and check out the inner workings close up but also a good chance to get as close the the heat as possible. Apparently the weather is very very unusual as DJ is normally a mild place getting down to 5 or so at night and up to 10 during the day in winter. Not so this year its hovering on the bad side of 0 and there is a fog permanently hung on us and the surrounding mountains. The main attraction of DJ is the view and without it its like Disneyland without the rides. Still lots to do but the main attraction is currently out of order. On the plus side having an open fire to warm yourself by in your room is very tidy indeed. It has also been very cool experiencing the Nepalese and Tibetan influences in this region.

One more day here and then we head north into Sikkim (which is also all about the mountains) With a bit of luck the clouds will lift and we will get our first good look at the Himalayas!