Adventures of a Wyoming Girl in India
This is a blog to update my family and friends on the nursing and traveling we're all doing in India. Our Journey begins June 10th and ends July 10th. Hopefully I'll be able to update this often! For the first 2 weeks we have full internet access at PSG College in Coimbatore in Tamil Nadu. After that we are traveling throughout India and the internet access may be limited. Hope you enjoy!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The things that no longer matter
Not sure there will be much to blog about from our last 3 days in Coimbatore so I may be signing out for now! Until my next adventure, Thanks for listening and hope you enjoyed :)
Our Houseboat on the Backwaters in Allepey
Farming in Allepey is actually below sea level, which is the only place in the world like it. Basically our experience on the houseboat was meant as a MUCH needed 24 hours of relaxation. We spent the whole day floating the backwaters, reading, napping, and eating DELICIOUS food native to Kerala. Our boat had a kitchen, 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, and a common room at the front of the boat with a big table and couches. We enjoyed our long day of relaxation and woke up the next morning for our drive back to Coimbatore!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Happy 4th!
Next we got onto the bus and headed for the Athirappally waterfalls. We spent probably 45 minutes in awe of the beauty and sheer force of all that water. When it would rain all the Indians would pull out their coats and umbrellas but I laid out on the rocks and let my body soak it all in. Between the heat of the sunbaked rocks and the cool of the light monsoons I laid in bliss. Still though, I couldn't help but wish a little bit that I was waking up to meet everyone on main street for the parade. I did my best to shake the negative thoughts out of my head as Kathryn suggested we try to catch frogs. By we, I mean her, and "try" was the key word. Eventually w gave up and took a hike down to the bottom of the falls. It was a pretty steep hike but my chaco flip flops have a surprisingly good grip. At the bottom was the loudest, wettest roar of thundering, foamy, misty water spraying us from every angle. Getting absolutely drenched was unavoidable, and this point, being wet was becoming a bit of a theme for the trip anyway. I couldn't help but climb on top of the highest rock I could find (without Mr. Waterfall Police blowing his big bad whistle at me...as he had already done twice to Kathryn and I for going outside the roped off area) and throwing my arms up into the air letting the waterfall's spray soak me all through my clothes and skin. Eventually all of us were on the rock screaming and smiling and absolutely loving our 4th of July.
Now the hike back was another story. We decided to follow some Indian men who seemed like they were taking an off-trail shortcut (I know, not the most eco-friendly thing we could have done). Usually following the Indians always produces the best outcome: they lead you safely across a busy street and into the best restaurants. But when taking an even steeper shortcut from an already steep trail after 3 weeks of carbo loaded indian food, well, let's just say I was a bit winded. But I figured I better toughen up because if Indian women in their Sarees and sparkly heeled flip flops can do it I better just bite the bullet and trek it on up.
We finally made it back to the bus and saw 2 more waterfalls before heading back for lunch. After lunch a fat nap was in order, obvi, so I fell asleep and didn't wake up until 6:30 pm. Oops, clearly my 15 minutes of strenuous hiking had wiped me out haha. By now a full on monsoon had hit so I pulled out my raincoat and went for a walk with some of the girls. Oh how I wish I could just pack up the sounds of this place and mail it home to you all! As if the sound of rainfall isn't enough, there's the river flowing by, the tropical birds chirping, the frogs croaking, the insects buzzing...I'm sorry but there's just no other way to describe it but magical (or Fern Gully-esque I suppose). Once it started to get dark we headed back to the hotel for dinner and our beer in a meager celebration of our country's independence. Though today was nothing like my usual parade, city park market, hot dogs, cliff jumping, Stampede rodeo, silver-dollar bar type of 4th of July, it was certainly a memorable one in itself and a perfect 4th in its own way.
Now to bed for our 4 am departure to the house boats! The last day of our Journey through India awaits and soon we'll be back to Coimbatore!
The Kerala Jungle
Once we got higher in elevation it almost seemed like the jungle was encroaching so far into the already narrow road that I bet if cars didn't drive for even 1 or 2 days it would disappear entirely. Trees and grass and vines were reaching out toward the pavement, probably trying to get a bit of sunlight through the dense forest behind them. It was raining pretty hard but it wasn't at all scary like when we drove back from Ooty, it was beautiful. On the way we stopped to pick up some beer in hopes of creating some sort of a fun memorable 4th of July experience for ourselves the next day. Upon arriving at the liquor store there was a huge line of men going down the alley waiting to make their purchases. Note I said men, no women were in line at all. Our tour guide took us to the front of the line where we cut all the men. I got a lot of nasty but disapproving looks from the men waiting. I suggested that it wasn't fair for us to cut the line but the tour said it was okay because we were women. I really felt like it was more likely that we were allowed to cut because were Americans or because were tourists because on the way out one of the men in line made a firm comment at us, "this is MY country." I knew we should have waited in line but our tour guide firmly insisted so we went along with it.
Finally we arrived at our hotel which is literally in the middle of the Indian rainforest, right on the banks of a river. Kelsey and I went to our room only to find the biggest spider of my life just chilling on our back porch. It was literally the size of Kelsey's hand.
After we let out enough high pitched little girl screams some staff came and tried to catch it. At this point we learned that in addition to looking absolutely terrifying Mr. Spider could also jump. Greaaaat. They eventually caught it with a broom and after a confusing argument between Kelsey and I as to whether or not the man should kill the spider he just brushed it off the porch into the bushes. (I'm sure you guessed I wanted it dead, but Kelsey insisted...you can see how the man didn't know what to do especially since he probably only spoke Hindi) After that experience were definitely going to put up the bug net. It took some creative handiwork since there were no hooks but we utilized our resources (rubber bands and twistie ties) and rigged it up pretty well.
Next we went for dinner at the hotel restaurant where we experienced yet again the Indian culture's lack of concept of timeliness when it took over an hour to get our meal. That little setback was soon entirely unimportant as we received our favorite Indian dishes; Chipatti, Chicken Masala, Vegetable Curry, and rice. Yummm. I went back to the room before Kelsey and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I casually glance up to my right and about 5 inches from my face is yet another HUGE spider. Now I can handle bugs as well as the next girl but huge jumping spiders is just too much for me. Huge freaky spider number TWO was just as big but with shorter legs and a fatter, hairier body which only increased my hatred for him. I ran to Kathryn and Michelle's room trying to say spider with a mouthful of toothpaste. Mr. Spider catcher man came back again to save us. I tried to explain to him that our window wouldn't shut and that's probably how the spider got in but he kept repeating, "yes, window shut, yes." After repeatedly telling and showing him that the huge electric cable coming in through the window was not allowing it to shut, I finally gave up. At this point I was so grossed out and tired irritated I just crawled under our net and passed out.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Kolkata
In comparison to Varanassi, Kolkata is relatively new as it was formed in 1690 by the British East India Company. The city even has this strange colonial architecture still. It almost feels like we stepped out of India for awhile and are actually somewhere in Europe. There are hardly any bikes or motorcycles, all the rickshaws are pulled by people running, not by bikes or auto! There are way more cars and the taxis are actually real taxis but they're very old fashioned. There is even an underground subway, trolley, and bus system. The roads have painted white lines and there aren't any cows in the street. We did see what looked like a community park with goats and horses and a tractor though. There are fences here and fancy bridges and lots of British architecture.
After independence from Britain, refugees swarmed into Kolkata. Hindu immigrants from newly Muslim East Pakistan, refugees from the Indo-Pakistan war of 1965 and the Pakistan-Bangladesh war of 1972 all attributed to Kolkatas growing population. Today there are over 11 million people in the city's 40 square miles.
You would think that in a newer city with more modern buildings, transportation, and landscaping there would be less poverty but on further exploration of the city we found just as much if not more poverty than in Varanassi. We spent the day visiting a Victorian monument dedicated to Queen Elizabeth when she visited Kolkata.
In the afternoon we visited the street where are the sculptors' warehouses were. We visited their studios and learned that they were already preparing statues for a big celebration in October! They were mostly Hindu God sculptures. They're first made with different amounts of bunches of hay tied together with string. Next they are covered with dark mud taken from the Holy Ganga. Once they dry they are painted and used for the celebration. Afterward all the statues are thrown back into the river as some sort of religious recycling...though as nurses we can't help but assume they paint the statues with lead-based paint only futher polluting the river.
Next we went to Mother Teresa's home and orphanage. Her home was a bedroom inside a convent which is still used today to house over 200 nuns. Her bedroom is still intact they way she left it. She kept has a crown of thorns above her bed that she made from sticks she found on a visit through the Nevada desert. She never even had a fan in her bedroom despite the EXTREME heat. The night she died there was a power outage (not uncommon as you know) and her oxygen tank failed so she simply ran out of breath.
A small museum is located on the convent next to her tomb. The museum had probably 20 posters with her whole life story printed on them. I felt so inspired at what a confident and strong willed woman she was. I wish they had a book somewhere with the exact same story because it was so beautifully told and supplemented with a lot of her direct quotes about what went on during different times in her life. It was so inspiring to see how she dedicated her life to God and the less fortunate and was so sure that was her calling. She even said she knew at age 12 that she would spend her life helping others and by age 18 made the sure decision to leave home forever to become a nun. One of her quotes says:
"My blood and origin I am all Albanian. My citizenship is Indian. I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the whole world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the heart of Jesus."
Next we went to The Mother Teresa Orphanage. It looked much more like a preschool or daycare than an orphanage because all the children were very very young and they all used cribs. There were rooms just lined and lined with probably a hundred cribs. The nuns let us play with the little kids in each room. So many of them looked as if they might have some genetic anomalies or other illnesses but they jumped and played all over us and reached up their little arms for us to hold them just like little healthy children would do. It was so much fun but also really sad to see how many of the abandoned children were girls compared to boys. I read a really disturbing article in the Indian newspaper about how Indian women are so pressured to have male children that if they have a girl they will just leave it in a dumpster or a trashcan. One woman was not married and had her baby in a toilet and left it there. The stories get sadder and more gruesome, but the article went on to say that much of the reasoning behind the abandonment is unrecognized postpartum depression related to scrutiny from in-laws and husbands. So I suppose it is a very good thing that women can bring their unwanted children to Mother Teresa's orphanage.
After visiting the orphanage we had the rest of the evening free for shopping. As Kathryn and I have had quite enough of trying to shop with a group of 10 girls we went off on our own for awhile then went back to the hotel for dinner. At dinner we met two older Indian businessmen who ran a tea company. One manufactured tea and the other exported it. They laughed at us when we said how yummy the tea on the train was because apparently that's the lowest quality tea in all of India. We were having a nice conversation explaining why we were in India and how our trip had been. After while they started to give us a true cultural explanation of what this Indian arranged marriage is all about. Apparently things are much different in the north than the south. The south is much more conservative and traditional. In the north, teens are free to date as they wish until their arranged marriage, though it is more culturally acceptable for men to have premarital sex than it is for women...which doesn't really make sense since it requires both parties but, whatever. They both expressed that they are happy with their marriages and glad their parents chose for them. They even said their wives pretty much run the show in their households. They are told what to wear and when to be home and what to do. They said it's not like our nursing instructors in Coimbatore who have to give their paychecks to their husbands. Later in the evening we got into an argument about infidelity. One of the men was explaining to me that if he met his ex-girlfriend again that he would have no qualms about sleeping with her. He even went as far as to say that all men are like that and it is normal. He said the majority of men are universal in the way that they'll all cheat on their wives and girlfriends when they're not around. Needless to say I was in great disagreement but we got into a friendly debate about it and agreed to disagree. At about 10:15 both men got phone calls and walked away from the table. When they came back they were rushed to leave and thanked us for talking to them. We assumed their wives must have called and whipped them into shape, thank goodness, somebody's got to. Before leaving they both made it a point to express that we were the first genuinely nice and honest Americans they had met. Their perspective of American tourists is that they're all rude, think they're entitled to anything and everything and they definitely don't waste any time talking with Indians let alone trying to learn about their culture. We thanked them for their refreshing (somewhat) honesty about Indian culture and they were on their way. It seems even more clear to me now that Indian arranged marriages are not for love at all. They are to gain social status or gain money or obtain a certain hierarchy. Getting married here is just about procreating (hopefully a male) and then making sure your children are successful and procreate too. Love isn't a requirement. Soul mates aren't real. Nobody seems to mind.
On that note, were off to bed for tomorrow we have a flight from Kolkata to Mumbai, a 4 hour layover, flight from Mumbai to Kochin, and then a 2 hour drive to our hotel in jungle of Kerala. More tomorrow!
A sculptor
Mother Teresa's tomb
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Sunrise on the Ganga River...not as beautiful as it sounds.
July 1st, Day 6 of our Journey through India: As we walk down the concrete steps toward the bank of the Ganges River, there are people sleeping everywhere, men in white with dyed orange hair sit praying to the river already at 4 in the morning. It is a foggy, dusky morning and the air is stale and hot. A little baby is sleeping on a step with his body on a blanket but his little head is lying right on the concrete. A girl sells us floating candles with flowers for 10 rupees each and we get into our boat. Picture murky, stagnant, green water with a thin layer of iridescent pollution film lying on top of it. As the sun begins to rise you can just barely see a faint orange circle through the thick gray curtain of foggy sky.
Our boatman rows downriver (although the water isn't moving so I suppose it could have been upriver too) and we start to see all the people swimming. Some are bathing near the bank, some are swimming across, others wash their clothes by beating them against the rocks. Above the banks are little shelters and platforms, then higher up are castle-like forts. Everything is painted so many different colors but the colors are muted and peeling away to show the underlying wood and bricks and mortar.
Just a little ways farther past the bathers and swimmers are the funeral pyres. We see 2 different pyres which look like regular campfires from far away, but up close we can see that they are carefully stacked wood poles with a body on top wrapped in a sheer white cloth. Atop the body is more wood poles in a line from head to foot. The family members of the deceased are all men, dressed in white with shaved heads and no facial hair. Our guide tells us that it is believed that women are too pure of heart to witness the ceremony, so only men participate. Before placing the body on the wood pile they bathe it in the river. They then place it on top and walk around it 5 times. Next they uncover the head of the deceased and light a fire in the center of the wood structure with a palm leaf. It was so hard to fathom that people believe the river is so holy that bathing next to dead bodies could be cleansing. After watching the funeral service we turned the boat around. About halfway back someone spotted a dead body floating face down on the bank of the river and not 50 yards away were children and men swimming and bathing.
Seeing the holiest river in
Finally we got to the main street again and headed back to town for an afternoon of more temple tours and shopping. Around 4:30 we boarded our train for Kolkata. We were a little worried at first since the train had no sheets or curtain or pillows but the sheets and pillows came eventually and the lack of curtain ended up yielding a great opportunity for conversation with an Indian student from Kolkata. He had been visiting Varanassi and was backpacking. He had just graduated with a degree in economics and was taking a year off to choose his path in life. After we got to know each other a little better we started describing to him our morbid experience on the
After talking to our new friend JP (don't worry, we exchanged facebooks) I decided that even if I cannot understand how a person can be so unconcerned with the sanitation of the river, what I can understand and appreciate is a faith so strong that what is practical and sensible can be overruled by what is spiritual and holy. When
Well, about to arrive in Kolkata. JP says we should expect it to be mildly cooler, drastically dirtier, and full of Communists. Haha. Here we go again!
Falling asleep in Agra and Waking up in Varanassi! We survived our first sleeper train!
When we finally got on the train after standing on the platform with our heavy backpacks we were so ready to sit down we hardly cared what it looked like. Luckily it looked better than we imagined. But don't get the wrong idea, it was still filthy. We took some wet wipes to our lightly padded beds (thank God since it was a 13 hour train ride) and they only came back a little bit dirty. Kathryn had what looked like a half eaten taco in her bed, but the rest were okay. We discussed if one of us should be awake at all times for safety but decided that was a bit over the top. Instead we decided we should keep our luggage in our beds and leave the light on so people would think we were awake and not try to steal our stuff. We set up our beds which were 2 sets of triple bunks about 3 feet apart from each other and with a narrow aisle down the middle. A thick curtain (that didn't shut all the way) separated our "berth" from the train’s walkway and the other berths. Before setting up our beds we debated thoroughly over which bed would be most auspicious. The top bunk had the most space for sitting up if need be, but the fumes were definitely rising and unbearable especially when driving through other train stations. The middle bunk seemed the safest because you were shielded between two other people. But the bottom you could get up to pee with ease whenever you want and it would most likely stay cooler. I opted for the bottom bunk (as I'm sure Baby Katy would have too) which turned out perfect because there was space under my bed for my pack. Since I have an unnaturally long body for a female I barely fit in the bed with my toes hanging off juuuust a smidge, no way would I have been able to keep my backpack in bed with me. (Don't worry mom, I slept with my purse.)
Knowing my capacity for crankiness on little sleep, I popped a Benadryl and a melatonin and didn't wake up for 10 hours :) perfect. Everyone else was complaining they were up all night with the babies crying and uncomfortable beds, but with my hunter orange
So, to reorient you, today is Wednesday June 30th and we arrived in Varanassi around 12:30 in the afternoon...right in the heat of the day. Aside from the heat, Varanassi is much unlike any city in
We spent the afternoon and evening today visiting a number of Buddhist temples because Varanassi is home to the area called Sarnath which was the first preaching place of Buddha. I don't know why but Buddhism just doesn't interest me as much as Hinduism so it was difficult to pay much attention, plus a lot of the temples were remade due to vandalism or enemy destruction so they were relatively new. It was hard to appreciate them after seeing that temple on the way to Ooty.
After visiting the temples we were told we would witness a special ceremony on the Ganges (pronounced
Once we arrived at the
We were told that the ceremony and prayer were meant to clean the water of the
First a song came on over the loud speakers and the crowd and dancers were clapping along. Next was a faster song with faster claps. Then the ceremony began. Each dancer had one of those huge shells where you blow into the top and it makes a horn-like sound. They blew into their horns with as much breath as they could muster and the crowd cheered the longer they went on. The dancing was next with a series of hand dances and movements with objects. The entire time the bells on the arch ways were ringing, the dancers each held a bell to ring, and there was a drummer and cymbal player keeping the beat for the dancers. The objects included burning incense, smoking golden cups, flower petals, and large burning metal cups with a fan-like metal piece shielding the flame from the dancers’ faces. The dancers used each object, one at a time in a circle motion, sometimes standing, sometimes kneeling, and sometimes alternating directions to face the sides of the river or the crowd. The ceremony ended with the dancers sprinkling water on their platform, throwing a huge handful of flower petals into the air, then dancing more with an orange cloth then a grass fan. They threw more rose petals then knelt to pray and concluded with blowing the shells again. It was such a beautiful ceremony and everyone watching seemed so moved by it.
Afterward we walked back to where the bike rickshaws picked us up. If we thought walking there was hectic...walking back was like a scene from a movie where it’s so crowded one of the girls gets abducted and nobody notices...plus at one point the power went out and only the stores with backup generators were lighting the streets. Around 9pm we finally made it back to the hotel, ate dinner and hit the sack...only to set our alarms for 3:30 am for our sunrise boat tour on the Ganges...oh my it’s going to be another long day tomorrow as we board our second sleeper train at 4 in the afternoon. Oh, to have naptime again.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
One of 7 wonders, Ayurveda round 2, and Dancing in the Rain
As we walked we learned some history. The 5th Mogul emperor built the Taj in memory of his wife who died during childbirth of their 14th child at the age of 38 in 1630. Construction began in 1631. It took 22 years, 16,000 craftsmen, and the equivalent in rupees of 1 million US dollars. It is the last example of Mogul architecture in
We're pretty sure he must have had some OCD issues because every single aspect of the Taj Mahal is symmetrical, down to the very center where his wife's tomb is located. There are tiny jeweled lotus flowers surrounding her tomb with 64 separate pieces required to create each one. The whole time we were there I kept wondering how they could have possibly had the technology to make such an enormous place. They even thought to make the 4 pillars surrounding the main building to lean at a 96 degree angle outward so that if there were an earthquake they would land inward to crush the big dome. Many people think the Taj Mahal is a palace but its real only purpose is to be a tomb for the queen. Nobody has ever lived there. When the King died, he had always planned to be buried in his own replica black Taj Mahal but since that never happened he was buried off-kilter next to his wife as the only non-symmetrical part of the entire building. Hmm, I wonder how his OCD is affecting him in the afterlife as he stares down at his tomb all off to the side and out of place. Hehe.
We got back to our hotel for breakfast around 9:00 and had time to rest until our checkout at 2:00. There just haaaappened to be an Ayurveda Spa right inside our hotel so for 750 INR (about $15) each we got to experience first hand what this Ayurveda oil massage was all about. And it actually was just as nice as getting a Swedish massage in the
At 2 pm we checked out of the hotel and went for lunch and a walk through the local "mall" which had about 4 stores and a movie theater all with movies in Hindi. At 4 we took our bus over to Red Fort, the palace built by the 3rd mogul emperor. It took 90 years to build it but once it was finished and for over 60 years following
Now the heat of the day was beating down on us and it was beating down hard. As we walked through the fort trying desperately to seem as interested as possible, all we really wanted was some AC and a cool drink. We were all dying in the heat and slowly enjoying the tour less and less which as you can guess induces crankiness and whining and grumpy behavior...greeeeeat. Even the funny stories of the king playing hide and go seek with his hundreds of mistresses in the courtyard elicited few laughs.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, monsoon season hits
Monday, June 28, 2010
Day 3
Well today is our 230 km, 7 hour drive from Jaipur to
So our first and only excursion on the way to
The second part was the Holy Temples. We had to take off our shoes before entering and therefore nearly burned the skin off our feet walking through this place. It was dedicated to the man who blessed the king so he would have a child. The legend is anyone who comes to the main temple where that holy man is buried can make a wish by tying a string to the windows of his tomb. Upon leaving this weird important looking guy was telling us we had to leave rupees and when we didn't he yelled at us disapprovingly and hit us with his broom. But our tour guide emphasized that "wishes are free for all!" so we weren't about to be ripped off on our free wishes. The area has the largest temple entrance gate in all of
Upon arriving at our hotel in Agra (not quite as nice as our palace holiday inn...our room has a distinct smell of yucky) half the group went to McDonalds, but I don't even eat McDonald's in the US very much so I convinced some of the girls to stay at the "Merry-Go-Round" restaurant on the roof of our hotel which ended up being a revolving restaurant. Which actually sounds much cooler than it is but it did overlook part of the city which was nice. Tomorrow we see the sun rise over the Taj Mahal at 5:30 am and we're up all day and night until our overnight train which boards at 11:30 pm. We arrive in Varanassi the day after at about 1:30 pm...it’s going to be a long day! Please pray we stay safe on the sleeper train...It looks a little sketchy to me!
Picture 1: Kelsey and I pointing to the column leading up to where the King would stand. The carvings on the column were supposed to represent all religions but the carvings representing Christianity were the smallest...and they "represented" catholic windows which technically isn't even Christianity. You can see us pointing to the christian section.
Picture 2: Kelsey making her wish
Picture 3: All the ties on the window
Picture 4: Nathalie and April outside the holy man's tomb
Dancing in the Streets of Jaipur with the Gypsies
So, after we were a few beers deep (nobody's talking numbers here, people) we decided we knew each other well enough to start telling stories. Between all the dates from guys I've met at bars and all Kathryn's dates from Match.com and e-haromony, we had quite the array of hysterical and horrific date stories to tell. We told each other every terrible first (and last) date we had ever been on, you'd be surprised how many weirdos there actually are in southern california...or maybe you wouldn't be. They all seem nice on the outside with their fancy cars, and suave pickup lines, but once you're sitting to dinner with them, oh man you wouldn't believe what comes our of their mouths...and what doesn't. Eventually we tired of making fun of the male species and we began to feel a sense of adventure. We could faintly hear some music playing in the distance and decided to investigate.
As we began to follow the music we got distracted by the hotel pool. There were 3 different families relaxing there. All the wives were in full Sarree regalia sitting in the shade of their umbrellas, looking bored out of their minds. The men were "swimming laps" which just meant pot-bellied men with inner tubes around their middles floating slowly from one end to the other. Their kids kept hanging off them and whining in their ears. We asked the pool boy where the music was and he pointed towards the hotel entrance, thanks pool man, we could have figured that out. He said it was most likely a wedding celebration. As we walked outside and up to the music there was a group of people surrounding 2 women dancing like what you would think gypsies dance like. There were a bunch of men playing drums and someone must have been playing music somewhere. Everyone looked so happy to be a part of the celebration and were clapping along to the music. A few little girls jumped in with the women and giggled as they tried to imitate them. Before we knew it someone had pointed us out to the dancing women. We were a little worried at first that we were interrupting the wedding festivities but then they were walking toward us with big smiles! They grabbed us by the arm and pulled us into their dancing circle. Kathryn looked at me like, maybe we shouldn't do this...but our liquid courage gave us the incentive and as our Indian friends from the hostel always say, hey, It's India! We danced around in circles with then, spinning and laughing and clapping, tossing our heads back and shaking our hips and flailing our arms around. It was an experience I don't think we'll ever forget. Just the fact that they wanted us to participate in their celebration was so great. As we walked away we waved goodbye to the wedding party and headed back to the hotel. In the end, going back to the hotel gave us the best Indian cultural experience we could have asked for, and a great day was had by all...I mean by Kathryn and I.
Xoxo, and we're off to Agra!
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles...and elephants! Our trip to Amber Fort
Our first outing of the day was to Amber Fort. Amber Fort is a palace built in the 16th century for the royal family. It is situated on top of a mountain over looking the city. They chose the name Amber because it means sky in Hindi and because on the mountain people thought it looked like it was in the sky. Surrounding the palace is a wall lining the tops of the mountains. It is 9 miles long and was modeled after the
In order to get to the fort we rode elephants!! It was two people to an elephant so Kathryn and I hopped on the first one. Our "driver" told us the elephants name was Chun-Chun. Unfortunately, even though we were the first elephant to leave, we were the last to arrive. I think we literally had the slowest elephant on the planet, but hey I guess that means we got more ride for our rupee (so to speak) haha. Kathryn and I decided Chun-Chun must have had one too many King Fisher Beers the night before and he was all sort of hung over. For some reason this random guy followed us the whole way up playing this obnoxious instrument with the same short song over and over again...needless to say it got a little old. I had a feeling he was like the mariachi players at Mexican restaurants in
All the white marble in the palace came from 30 km outside Jaipur, and is the same marble as was used in the Taj Mahal. The fort was built entirely handicap accessible because the Hindu queen wore over 25 lbs of gold and jewels and clothing so she couldn't walk; instead she used an elaborate wheel chair to get around.
The next king to live there was a bit frivolous in his additions to the fort. In 1653 he ordered glass from
The last king to inhabit the palace added 12 special (and very separate) apartments for each of his 12 wives. The king built his own apartment higher up overlooking the other 12, and he had 12 separate secret passageways to each of his wives apartments. I couldn't help but wonder if he ever got confused in the middle of the night and walked into one wife's apartment just to tell her "Oops, sorry wife number 6, I meant to go to wife number 7". Now this king was a bit over the top if you ask me, he had guards in front of each wife's apartment and all the guards were women. He didn't allow a single man in the apartment section of the palace besides him. AND, if 12 wives wasn't enough, he had over 200 "concubines" aka mistresses, whose rooms each had a whole in the top so he could look in on them...ewwwww. What a terrible boring life it must have been for these women. We decided he must have had to pick one to be his main squeeze as the public's actual Queen. We figured its probably like that Mormon guy on the show Big Love who has his one main wife plus 2 other ones to watch the kids, or like Hugh Hefner when Holly was his main girlfriend and the other two just for laughs and entertainment. But 200? That's a bit excessive yes?
After the tour we walked back down to the bus and were hassled by nearly 100 people trying to sell us trinkets. They were literally right in our faces, we had to dodge them. They even used little kids to try to sell us stuff, which I thought was a pretty low blow, how are you supposed to say no to a little girl offering glittery pens for "only 10 rupees for 10! Please, please I make good price!" Not easily, let me tell you. We did see a number of snake charmers on the way down however which was pretty cool...and also a bit scary because the tip basket was right next to the hooded snakes...finally we were back at the bus only for more and more children to be tapping on our bus windows thrusting puppets and little elephants and turbans at us. Thinking back on it I'm wondering what it must be to live a life like that as a child...
More about the rest of our day later.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Our Private Palace in Jaipur, The Holiday Inn
Friday, June 25, 2010
Local Weaving Unit
One thing we still can't get over about the culture here is their serious obsession with cows. They even smear watered down cow dung on their floors each morning then let it dry to bring the home good health and wealth! And they make us take our shoes off before we come in! All the children in the homes were so proud of their families' business and proud to show off their English skills to us. They're always so cute and proper saying "What country are you from?" "What is your age?" And then they want to introduce you to each of their siblings and parents and aunts and uncles.
Oh! I've been meaning to tell you all why India has 2 names for every city. It is because during the British control over India the Brits chose to change all the city names to things that were easier to pronounce. So they changed Mumbai to Bombay and Kolkata to Calcutta. Recently India has finally changed their city names back to what they should be :)
Well, tomorrow morning we fly to Delhi! From Delhi we drive straight to Jaipur, which is nicknamed "The Pink City" due to a lot of pink stone that was used in buildings there. More tomorrow!