Friday, 13 August 2010

STINKING STATIONS AND FASCINATING FORTS - Sanchi, Gwalior and Allahabad, India

.....coming from, Varanasi -holy cows, floating bodies and searing heat......

Our journey from Lucknow was the worst so far on this trip. It is quite a long story, so let's just say we slept well all the way on the train to Bhopal, and arrived in this unfriendly, filthy, stinking, noisy, expensive and fly-ridden city. We had a very hard time finding a room, decided to leave again immediately, and after waiting all day for a train that never came, took a bus to Sanchi, our haven!! Bhopal has joined the ranks as one of the worst cities we've visited, alongside such glorious places as Ambala, Guwahati, Indore and Aurangabad, although on subsequent day trips there from Sanchi, we did find some nicer areas in the town.

So, two weeks in Sanchi was a pleasant contrast to the cities we've been in before that. Another re-visit, having been here on our very first trip to India- of course, it's changed, but we found it to be small, friendly, quiet, cheap, interesting and COOL!! The monsoon sort of arrived while we were in Sanchi, after threatening all through June and July. The rain in this region has been very minimal compared to normal years, and we have been very lucky (or unlucky) to have had almost no rain travelling in India during the summer/monsoon!! Still, the occasional shower is a great relief, and still gives us most of the day to do our sight-seeing. There is SO much to see in the area, much of it Buddhist ruins, but also 12,000 year old cave paintings, forts, museums, mosques, giant lingams, ancient Hindu carvings in caves high up in the rocks. Most of the places are recommendations from locals, and not much in the guidebook.



Stupas, Sanchi

Sanchi view

Bhimbetka

Bhimbetka cave paintings

Bhimbetka cave paintings

Lingam with Shiva face, Udaigiri caves

Udaigiri caves
Bhojpur temple

Biggest lingam in the world- Bhojpur


After quiet Sanchi, Gwalior town was quite full on, but we quickly found a hotel in the perfect location next to the bus and train station, and a short walk to food and drink stalls and internet! Splashed out a bit for Sal's birthday, with a room with TV, hot water, and air cooler. The fact that there were no English channels on the TV, it was WAY too hot to use the hot water, and the "air cooler" was a machine that blew dust into the room, didn't make it any less special! In our travels through the area on previous trips, we'd always managed to miss out on Gwalior, so it was great to finally get here, and explore the massive and impressive fort. Although it was built about 800 years ago, some colourful tiles still remain on the outside of the lovely palace building, and one side of the fort has ancient Jain carvings, some six meters high, and very unusual. Not being much else to see in Gwalior, we left a couple of days later for Allahabad.


Gwalior fort doorway

Gwalior fort

Gwalior fort

Majestic Gwalior fort

Jain carvings Gwalior fort

Jain carvings Gwalior fort

Jain carvings Gwalior fort


Allahabad was a pleasant surprise- one of the nicest big Indian cities we've visited. Like Lucknow, it also has spacious streets, lots of established trees and gardens, big mansion blocks, and Moghul ruins.


Ruins, Allahabad


It also had an extraordinary number of homeless/beggars in our hotel vicinity. The best thing about Allahabad, however, was our massive room at the once palatial Royal Hotel. We had an upstairs corner room with 3 lots of French doors leading out to a huge veranda (overlooking slums, rubbish and the local kids shitting area), high ceilings (leaking), massive bathroom (possibly never been cleaned), antique furniture (including a humongous bed with a mattress as hard as a rock), and a sweeping staircase leading up to it (splattered in bird poo and paan (disgusting red coloured chewing tobacco))!!!! But the staff were friendly- sometimes a little too much. One night we had a knock at the door. Richard answered it.

"What do you want?"
Staff :" I am wanting to talk with you , sir"
Richard: "Is there a problem?"
Staff: "No problem, sir, I am just wanting to talk with you"
Richard: "We were sleeping"
Staff: "I am very sorry, sir. When can I come back and talk to you?"

So, loads of character and charm, but very dilapidated- all for 200 rupees a night (AU$5).


Our room, Royal Hotel, Allahabad

Our room, Royal Hotel, Allahabad

Royal Hotel, Allahabad

Sal being dramatic, Royal Hotel, Allahabad

Royal Hotel, Allahabad



Allahabad is yet another Hindu pilgrimage place, and people come to see the place where the Ganges river meets the Yamuna river- kind of cool, because one's light brown, and the other dark, and we saw them mingling from the shore. The ghat area was disappointing with none of the charm of Varanasi. It was mostly huge, dusty, empty areas used by the 70 million+ (!!!!) pilgrims during the four yearly Kumb Mela festival. We loved wandering through the old town, though, admiring the old buildings and looking at the market stalls. Not quite as hectic as chowks in other big cities.

So, although the second half of our 6 months in India has been a complete contrast to the first (some of the richest states in the country, and then some of the poorest), we've very much enjoyed the vibrancy and craziness of the "real" India. It's also tired us out, and we will be grateful to arrive back in Malaysia in the next few days, and recuperate on the islands for a while. India has turned our bodies saggy from weight loss and no upper body exercise (Richard has lost nearly 20 kilos!!), and EXTREMELY pale, so we will be a scary sight on the beach!!

Ironically, our health has been perfect since we've been down on the filthy, dusty, unhygienic plains, with the first three months in the clean, fresh mountain air being the time we were the most sick (especially Richard). We've been eating well, especially enjoying the fruits in season- huge variety of mangoes, plums, pineapple, papaya and crunchy apples. Of course, being mostly vegetarian, India is great for the range of veggies, and apart from the occasional splurge on meat or western food, we've pretty much been surviving well on rice, roti (bread), and delicious curries, although (I know it's hard to imagine) we are quite over this kind of food.

As for costs, sadly, but inevitably, India is getting much more expensive. It's no longer the bargain basement destination it once was, and although cheap food/rooms/transport are still available, they are harder to find. The petrol prices have risen a great deal even in the last year, and the price hike is most noticeable on rickshaws and food. Apart from in a few areas such as Rajasthan, Gujurat, and parts of the North west, there aren't many rooms under AU$10 any more. Varanasi was our cheapest room at 160 rupees (AU$4), and our splurge in Gwalior the most at 600 rupees (AU$15).

Richard loves to tell the story from 2005, when we leaving Delhi airport after 4 months in India, and having problems with a scam at the airport, and Sally yelled " I'm never coming back to this  $#@**  country again" !! Unlike that trip, we are not happy or keen to leave this time, and are already planning our next trip here ! A lot of that is due to the time we've taken to travel around slowly and steadily, and not tire ourselves out too much (very easy to burn out here!). For us, it's the best way.

.....next blog post, our funny signs......

Thursday, 15 July 2010

HOLY COWS, FLOATING BODIES AND SEARING HEAT - Bodgaya, Varansi, Ayodhya and Lucknow, India


.....we last left you in the North-East of India........

On our way back down to the plains of India, we were unexpectedly held up in Darjeeling, due to some political problems. It was very dramatic when the leader of the opposition was murdered in the town centre and all the shops/restaurants/banks/EVERYTHING closed for six days. Although we were in no danger, it was very frustrating, and when we eventually got a ticket out, we were very glad to leave the area.

We usually travel on sleeper class on the trains (one up from "cattle class"), but this time we could only get air-con down to Bihar, and we relished the (relative) luxury- we even got sheets- posh!! However, arriving in Bodgaya was a shock to our systems. Not only had we gotten used to the polite, easy-going way of the people of the North-east, we had also adjusted to the cool, mountain air (and wearing fleeces and woolly hats to bed!). Driving from the station to Bodgaya town, the 52 degree (!!!!) air seared into our bodies, burning even our eyelids, and on our first night lying in bed in a pool of sweat, power off (no fan ), then power on (fan blowing down on us like a giant hot hairdryer), we wondered why we'd come. We employed a survival technique we'd learnt in Aswan, Egypt (which, by the way, was not as hot as here, even in summer!) of laying a dripping wet sarong over us, and enjoying the ten minutes or so under the fan until it dried.

After several days of sickness, we were longing for the beaches and comforts of South-East Asia. Eventually, we overcame it, and dragged ourselves around in the heat to see the various temples. Bodgaya is the place where Buddha gained his enlightenment (although he was only here for 12 days!), and is therefore a very holy pilgrimage place. Each Buddhist country has their own different temple/monastery it's interesting to see the different styles. The star of the show is the temple where it all happened under the bodhi tree- the grounds here are lovely and peaceful.



Bodgaya temple

Bodgaya temple

Buddha, Bodgaya

Goat shit drying for fuel

Hindu ruin, Bodgaya

Hindu ruin, Bodgaya


Things improved greatly after our train trip to Varanasi. Although we've been here before (13 years ago), we'd never realized how beautiful the place is! Summer is THE time to come. There are very few touts, most of the beggars have buggered off, the rooms are bargains, and the very nice local people have time to sit and talk. It's really been peaceful to relax with no hassle and watch the amazing spectacle on the ghats (steps leading down to the Ganges river). A highly auspicious place to die (or just visit), there is ALWAYS something interesting going on - hundreds of pilgrims and near naked sadhus (holy men), cows/goats/dogs filling the streets and scavenging through the rubbish, wedding parties complete with musicians parading the streets, people having their heads shaved (in mourning) and massages on the ghats, bodies being burnt on the ghats, bodies being run through the streets, bodies floating down the river while people bath/pray/wash clothes/drink nearby....... a lot of bodies. It was still hot there- 40 degrees instead of 50, but a lovely breeze came through our balcony overlooking the Ganges.


Cow and rubbish

Young bride, Varanasi

Our guest house, Varanasi

Sacred cow!

Varanasi ghats

Varanasi back lane


We stayed here near a month and loved it so much! During this time, Sal learnt some tabla, which was really fun until her teacher asked for a " loan" of 15,000 rupees ($375!!), after which things became a bit awkward (we said no).




Tabla maker

Beginners tabla

Richard used this time to get to know the boys at the local chai stall and catch up on all the gossip!


New friends


Otherwise our days were filled with ghat watching; boat rides; wandering the maze of little back streets shops, with lovely, old atmospheric buildings everywhere we looked, and tiny alcoves with lingams (phallic statues), and other statues; eating lots of western food (a bit of a treat at the moment!); and watching the spectacle of the Ganga Aarti, an elaborate puja (prayer) held every night riverside, with musicians, singing, crowds, bells, dancing, fire, incense- quite a show!!


Ganga Aarti, Varanasi

Glorious sunrise, Ganges River, Varanasi

Morning boat trip, Varanasi

Varanasi

Varanasi from the river

Beautiful buildings, Varanasi

Floating body, Varanasi


  • One interesting sight- a group of pilgrims were walking behind a cow which started pissing. One lady caught the piss in her hands, drank some and sprinkled the rest on herself and her friends!! Hmm. Another, tragic story was of a mentally unstable man who threw himself on the funeral fire of a random person, and died.

Two funny videos of an eventful rickshaw ride through the back streets of Varanasi:




 
We said our sad goodbyes to Varanasi, and took a train to the quiet, sacred Hindu town of Ayodhya. While in Varanasi they worship Shiva, here it's all about Rama. There's been some serious argy-bargy here over the years between the Hindus and Muslims, but apart from our silent hotel manager with a bad attitude, we found the people friendly and curious (we saw no other foreign tourists in the five days we spent here). A lovely morning was spent eating and drinking with a family during their wedding celebrations, in a back street of the small town. Other days were spent looking around the ghats and river area, the lovely old buildings and endless temples in town, and dodging the 1000's of monkeys roaming the town looking for stupid tourists holding bags full of plums to steal from!!


Ayodyha town

Ayodyha

Cheeky monkey, Ayodhya

Big load, Ayodhya

Potter, Ayodyha

Ayodhya

It was here we got sick of stressing about trains and booked all the rest of our trip in advance- something we never normally do. It's so busy all the time now in India, and it's impossible to book sleeper class tickets less than three or four weeks in advance. Well practised by now, Sal hopped in the "ladies queue" (basically just pushed to the front of the line- a very acceptable and encouraged practice here- there has to be some benefits to being female in India!!). Even though no English was spoken, with the help of everyone in the line shouting out what they thought we wanted, we got there in the end!!

The Muslim town of Lucknow was next, and we stumbled on a gem of a homestay, full of foreigners  all doing very intelligent and worthwhile things. Unknown to us, Lucknow is the center for the Urdu language in India, so there were people studying that and other things, and also working in areas such as health and water issues. There was such a great mix of interesting people, and apart from felling very inadequate and lazy, it was great for us to meet people apart from backpackers, and  have different types of conversations around the dinner table each night. The homestay has one big advantage to others we've stayed at- constant power. This is because it's next to the state chief minister's MASSIVE mansion complex. From the homestay's roof, we saw this megalomaniac woman's "house" being built, complete with seven metre high statues of herself, and snipers on the roof!! Bizarre.



Lucknow Guest house

Old French school Lucknow

Lucknow


Lucknow is a very different Indian city. It has a bustling center, but it's streets generally are wide with lots of trees and on our many cycle rickshaw expeditions around the city, we were amazed at how many HUGE old Raj era, Muslim, and even French- style buildings and gardens there are. Really beautiful, and on such a grand scale. We stayed here a week enjoying the city and wonderful company.

....next blog, stinking stations and fascinating forts, India.....