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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Some sights in Rishikesh

Jeep stand in Rishikesh... a cross between a tax and a bus
Skyping with some nursery students in Montreal...Now they know a little about India and I know a little about them...young kids are full of love!
These monkyes were cute this day and the next day attacked me for my bananas!  I had to throw 2 at them to keep them away...it was kind of scary as they were charging me.
Ganges...
The bridge... if your not dodging cows you are dodging motorcycles...  Have you ever been in a cow/motorcycle traffic jam on a bridge? I have!
Those Jews sure do wonder...
Anything wrong with this picture?  At least the EEnglish ees spellled praughporlee
Dinner party at my home...
Trip to a waterfall...we had a great time and on the way down ran into some people who told us the real one was another 300meters or so higher up...we thought we had arrived...
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Cooking class
You can walk all around this temple going higher and higher ringing bells and visiting a plethora of deities...
Inside the temple...

NHL in India!

If you are Canadian you must be following the Habs, and if not you should be!  (Both Canadian and following the Habs)

(this was written for school children after the Canadiens eliminated Pittsburgh and I didn't feel like retyping it)

I got to see the whole game but it wasn't easy!  That is because it was on at 4:30 in the morning here!  First of all the game is not on TV, they would rather watch cricket, a British version of Baseball!  So I needed to find an internet cafe where I could either listen to CJAD online or find it streaming on the internet!  Internet cafes only open at 9am and no one wanted to get up so early for me!  Then I remembered that I had seen a computer somewhere.  I had a home made supper at my friend's hotel the other night, and the family has a computer.  So I went there and asked if I could watch at 4:30 int the morning and they said YES!  So I had to share a room  with my friend, set an alarm at 4:30 and try not to wake my friend up.  What a nice person to let me do this!  Then one of the family members of the hotel also set an alarm to get up and let me into their house, and I got on the intenet and found that I was able to watch the whole game!  I had even bought some popcorn the night before to eat while I watched. 

The game finished just in time for me to go to yoga! 
Go Habs GO!!!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Delhi and Agra

New Delhi is under construction.  Or better yet construction is over New Delhi.  Everywhere you look there is a new over pass, highway or sky train.  There are metros going in, streets being remade and a crane on ever corner.  This is not an exaggeration.  There is so much construction that they can't reroute the traffic as the next street has an elevated highway going up and the one after is being dug up to put in a metro.  So you walk, cycle and drive around all the heavy machinery.  Its a little scary!  I was joined in this adventure by Shani, who I had visited in Hong Kong a few months ago.

We started out on a Monday and it turns out that just about all the tourist areas in Delhi are close don Mondays!  So we had a nice tour of the city trying to find some sights which we did.  I don't remember the name but we some some grand old fort type thing, not the red fort which was closed, and got ready for our early morning train to Agra.

Agra is the home of the Taj Mahal and a few other world heritage sights.  We hired a cab for the day and were taken to all the highlights.  The first being a fort built by Emperor Akbar for his 3 wives.  One Christian, One Hindu and one Jedi.  I mean Muslim.  It was quite beautiful but it was too hot to care!  On the way we had a yummy lunch with one dish being a fruit curry,  with bananas, grapes and some other tasty treats.  It was fantastic and a meal I wont soon forget.  There was some great architecture, especially in one of the wives rooms, and this was one lucky man...although I think his end was not so super....  He didn't even get to blow up a death star like Admiral Akbar... (see: 'Return of the Jedi'  He's the red fish like guy)

We were getting friendlier with the cab driver and he wanted to take us to his home to talk a little English with his son.  We went along and had some tea, and a little slightly awkward talk.  We met the rest of the family, a daughter and another son, and the wife, and they invited us back for dinner.  I had been wanting a home cooked meal for a long time and we were both quite excited.  The youngest son had never been to out next destination so he came along with us.  It was a Grand Fort, and fun to appear to be a western family with an Indian child.  It seemed like security was looking at us a little funny but that was fun too.
There was a view from the taj from this place and again great architecture.   All the stuff, except the Taj seemed to be made of the same red sandstone and the same design, all beautiful but a little repetitive.

Next stop was the Taj and I will give a few words of personal background.  I like to label myself as visitting 'real' areas of countries, and trying to avoid the craziest tourist areas.  I had no full desire to see the taj, and ony Shani did.  I will be forever grateful to her.  As soon as we walked through the gate and saw the building my heart and breathing stopped.  I was pie eyed.  What a magnificent building!  The everything about it.... color, proportions, lines, curves all blend into absolute beauty.  No picture will do it justice, nor any description.
If you are a Muslim,
do the haj,
every one else,
go see the taj.

Okay no more poetry and Muslms should see it too...but as a once in a lifetime journey this one is worth it.
There is nothing more I can say.

We lest after dark and headed back to the cabbies home.  There as a powerfailure so we sat on the roof under a  full moon.  The heat was quite high up there and the daughter and grandmother produced fans and began to fan Shani!  Indian hospitality is awesome!  We had tasty food, they had asked what we wanted to which I shouted Bhindi!  (Okra or lady finger) and a couple otehr curries as well as bread and water.

I think they even bought some bottled water for us.  It was great.  Shani got to try on a Sari...
I think they were a little sad when she did not purcahse it (where do you wear one in Hong Kong?) and we said our goodbyes...

The next morning we caught a train...it was an hout late but we eventually got on and upgraded out of crazy class to sleeper class and had a good ride back to  Delhi, followed by a local bus ride to our hotel.
On this bus the shoulder wraps of ladie's Saris were blowing in the wind a couple feet out the windows, so our bus had beautiful multi colored flags blowing alongside it!

Either that day or our first day in Delhi we popped in on a movie during the hot part of the day, a great move in the heat... and at ngiht (deffinately that night) we went to the Red Fort (closed on Monday) for a sound and light show.  It was great for a while.  There were speakers and maybe 20 clored lights going on and off tellin gthe history of the fort.  With jsut sound effects it made your imagination work more than watchign TV and I enjoyed the medium quite a bit.  I didn't enjoy the mosquitoes and Shani was as bored as I was itchy so we both were happy to take off.  We went to dinner by bicycle rickshawa t a fancy restaurant with live music.  The food was tasty and the music good but on bad speakers, as is most amplified music in India.

The next daywewent for a a yoga class at the Sivananda center in south Delhi.  While I really enjoyed the class the highlight was being in a residential neighbourhood, clean and quiet, and very surprising.  Next was a cooking class nearby. We go tit out of the lonely planet and while we had fun it was a super disappointment.  We paid 1200 hundred rupees each, about $30 top watch a nice man cook mediocre food.  While we each made a flat bread, he did everything else.  We had both done other classes where you go to the market, learn about the food and everyone gets their own mini kitchen to cook on.  We had a 100 rupee meal and paid 1100 rupees to watch someone make it.  Good business!  Also it was in another neighbourhood, in an upscale apartment.  Change my view of dirty dusty loud Delhi.  Going back we had  tuk Tuk driver offer us a reasonable price without even trying to bargain.  I almost fainted.  It was a great wayto head home.


The next day I was off to Rishikesh to get a little more into the yoga!

Serve Love Give Purify Meditate Realize!
Swami Sivananda

Friday, April 30, 2010

Two stories...for the price of one

Story number 1

A short time ago in this very galaxy I was passing some time in Mumbai with a group of German tourists.  We were a total of five people and a cab fits four.  We needed a cab and didn't want to pay for two so we found a driver that would take all of us.  As we were on our merry way, and it was a merry way indeed, the small plot of this story came into being.  While the traffic is just on the far side of insane and the confusion on the very far side of unimaginable, it all moves at a relatively slow pace.  This means police officers don't need to be in vehicles to monitor traffic, they just stand anywhere in the road and flag down whomever they suspect of breaking the law.  Or rather whomever they have time to flag down.  They are never still for long and while they are taking care of one infraction they are undoubtedly missing a thousand others.  In order to catch them all, half the population would need to be in traffic enforecement and then there would be no people around to be driving and therefore no money from tickets to pay the officers.  That is how balance comes in capitalism... or it might be, I didnt take to much time to think about it.  Anyhoo, we were flagged down for having too many people in the taxi.  The fine was somewhat substantial, but as the driver made us pay, it was not so bad split between five.  When the cop saw that we were paying, after giving the man the receipt, he handed half of the money back to us.  (Can you imagine having that happen in any other country in the world?  India is simply incredible)...
Now here is the punchline of the story.  What made me decide to write about it and hopefully makes it worth reading to you. 
After it was all done the cop escorted us back to the cab, and told us to hop in!  Once you pay the fine you are allowed ot go on breaking the law!  We proceded unhindered to our destination and that ends one more adventure in babysitting.  Just kidding, in India.


Story number 2  (it is possible I wrote about this months ago but I dont think so)

A little longer time ago at a hill station not so far away we were hiking in the moutains with our trusty guide.  You could trust him to know lots about the ecosystem, trust him to show you many villagers and crops and trees and grasses and trust him to stop every now and then to repack a beady cigarette with some sweeter smelling plants and light it up.  It was a gorgeous day with a shining sun and burned forearms on the horizon.  We visited several hill tribe villages and each one gave us some chai...  In Canada when you have a chai, it is black tea spiced with cardamom and clove and cinamon and often other spices and some milk.  Here that is known as masala chai, and regular chai is black tea, sugar and milk, and available on every square foot of realestate in the country.  The name of most of the tribes we visited is 'Toda'  (Toe-da).  After we received our tea I asked our guide how to say thanks in their language as they did not speak one of the main languges in the region.  He said in their language there is no word for thank you.  I am assuming it is not a concept they have.  Maybe it is just a given that you give what you can, and people will do the same for you.  The punchline here is that in Hebrew Toda (Toe-da) is the word for thank you.  So while they dont have a word for it, the name of their tribe is Thanks. 
Toe-da for reading.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Khumba Mehla...Haridwar + Rishikesh

The Khumba Mela is the largest religious festival i the world, over 3 million people show up to bathe in the Ganges river.  It occurs every 3 or 4 years and this year, once every 12 years is the 'big one'.  I had to stop in... Holy men come out of the mountains and many people show up....
 MORE TO COME

Monday, April 19, 2010

Aurangabad..Ellora!

I headed to Aurangabad where you can get to the Ellora caves,which turned out to be the most magnificent thing I have so far scene on this trip!

I got in in the evening and in the morning I met a Hollander, Wald in the hotel and we headed together to a fort, a mini Taj and then the caves.  

The fort was quite old and built to withstand crazy attacks.  It is actually up on a mountain but there are many stone walls to cross and a moat as well before you can get there....  The main doors, giant wooden ones have spikes on them so elephants cant bust them down... at least not safely...

The next stop was the baby taj mahal, a replicate in mini, built by some dude....  pretty but not necessary...

The next part was truly the best... The Ellora caves are all cut right out of a cliff face.... There are 30 odd temple/caves, some just a large room with small quarters for monks off to the sides, and some with intricately carved pillars, huge statues...   The main attractin number 16 is a whole courtyard and temple...












first you walk through an archway, then you ar in a huge open space with elephant statues,























 
Keep in mind the elephant wasnt brought in, it was also carved out, so when they made the courtyard they laft parts with rock for such carvings!
In the middle is a temple, cut down from the top, and on the sides caves cut into the cliffs with more statues inside...

If you were planning a building you would pic the site and transport the materials and then put them together.  Here they did the opposite, its almost a negative building in concept.  They brought the building idea to the sight of the materials and cut away the open spaces to leave the buildings where they "already were", under and in the rock...  The lines are all straight, the ceilings flat, perfect square, octogon and round pillars, and thousands of tons of rocks moved.
Here are some more pics...
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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Can you believe who I found?

Ladies and Gentlemen...

What you are about to read may amaze you so take a seat if you are not already cushioned by your posterior...

People search for many things in life, such as for meaning, wealth, happiness, lost socks and much more... but these are nothing compared to the ultimate search.... This search is one that you have no doubt embarked on at least several times in your life.  You have perhaps done it alone, perhaps with friends or even with children and loved ones.  Maybe even with cousins Jon and Leah...  It is a search that took you across all landscapes and even a moon scape, all from the comfort of home... I took it a step further... not even on purpose...

What I found is not a what but a who....In India you might expect it to be a great sage, or a naked Baba or a relative of Ghandi, but no, this is much more incredible.  This person is harder to find than a needle in 3 haystacks, than a tuk tuk driver not trying to rip you off and even more difficult to locate than a button in a zipper factory.

Douglas Adams in "A hitchhikers guide to the galaxy" is searching for the ultimate question to the ultimate answer (which is 42), but I found THE ANSWER to an even more ultimate question!  

For years the entire world has been asking this question, some people succeed in finding an answer, but none have come as close as I....

Of course the ULTIMATE QUESTION is....

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Arombol, Goa, India
Same same!

As you know Waldo is always wearing his outfit, and while at 40 degrees I was understanding about the hat, 
he did wear this outfit for all of the 15 days I was staying at this guest house restaurant....
So.... Mystery solved!
(Side note:  While he was in the same outfit every day don't let this make you think Indian people are not clean, they are the cleanest people I have ever met....which is incredible with the amount of dust often around, his clothes were probably washed often and put right back on as they dry in a matter of minutes...and one morning I did see him in blue shorts...but just for a few minutes)