Thursday, August 5, 2010

India – closing notes

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A couple of thousand km, a couple of months, a couple of thousand euro and a lot of unforgettable experiences behind, we are leaving India. When asked by some local journalist that happened to be sitting next to us at the Bodhi tree what we think about India, I felt at a loss for words: most of the usual adjectives like ‘nice’, ‘great’, ‘interesting’ would be hypocritical. India was a bit of everything – at times wonderful, at times overwhelming.




On the ‘overwhelming’ side of the range there was definitely the unimaginable dirtiness of it. Here in India dirt, rubbish, spit, pee, shit and every other single ‘exhaust’ of human activity are omnipresent. (see Jordi's catalan post for 'visual proof'). In the end experiencing India with all this rubbish and dirt was a bit like viewing a beautiful scenery through extremely dirty rain glass – you have to mentally ‘see through’ the dirt.




Another frustrating thing of this journey was the never-ending hassling of the people in the streets. It would start the moment you arrive in any new place with rickshaw drivers and various hotel agents bombarding you with their offers. In touristy places you would almost never get a direct answer to a simple question like ‘how do I get to place X’ – instead they would tell you a million of reasons why you should go to place Y.




Then there was this long list of ingenious things they would do try to do to get their commission: almost everybody in the street would be asking you from dawn till dusk where you are going and try to suggest a better route for you (via a place where they could get commission for bringing you there). Rickshaw drivers would try to lure us into various crafts shops, agents - convince us to go to a different hotel, taxi drivers - follow us to the hotel of our choice simply because they might as well pretend they convinced us to go there etc etc.


Part of this whole ordeal was trying to find out the fair price as the one the Indians tell you is always something like: Foreigner Price = (Local Price * Foreigner Dummy Factor) 2, where Local Price is a couple of rupees that the locals pay and the Foreigner Dummy Factor is somewhere in the range of 3 - ∞ and is based totally on their assessment of you which they complete the second they see you. Another very colorful breed in the Indian business anthropology was the taxi / rickshaw drivers. They would agreeably nod when discussing the destination and price with you but be prepared for surprises regarding both.

As to destination, they will sometimes take you to a hotel which pays them commission trying to pass it to you as the one that you asked for (the fact that some hotels and most Indian streets don’t have the name board helps them enormously). As to the price, they have a whole arsenal of tricks like having no change, charging you Foreigner Price (see the formula above), asking for more than agreed because they brought you a couple of meters further, because it is getting dark or because it was an exceptionally hot day etc.



Another thing you need to get used to in India is all the attention you get for being a foreigner, which is about the same amount of attention ET would get walking the streets in Europe. At the stations they would surround us with big crowds carefully listening to our talk and watching our every movement (for a novice it might be difficult not to choke on food/drinks under this never-ending scrutiny, but with some practice you stop noticing it).




Professional beggars in the street is another Indian species you constantly have to deal with – but as opposed to beggars in other countries who try to elicit sympathy, the Indian ones use the strategy to try to annoy you into giving some money: they will touch you, hang on your sleeves, follow you. Taking into account the huge amount of beggars, filtering between those in genuine need of help and those abusing generosity can be very difficult.




All this said, once you learn the rules of this ‘India’ game, it’s all pretty easy and you start enjoying it, just like any game. In the end of the day, as far as practical matters are concerned (sleeping, eating and logistics) backpacking through India is extremely easy – guesthouses are easily available and off season you can get great deals, street food is 24/7, train reservation system is very straightforward, and there is an extensive bus network.




As to the food, we really liked it in the beginning but after some time we started to really feel the lack of variety: in the streets it would be mostly samosas (potato stuffed fried flour balls), or the thali dishes – rice with vegetable curry. Add to the above Indian freshly made yogurt (lassi) and the menu is almost complete.






In some regions there were some local specialties (like dosas - thin crunchy rice pancakes with some vegetable filling), but apart from those all the other dishes on various menus – no matter what name and ingredients - seemed to taste pretty much the same. On the bright side - fresh fruit and vegetables are easily available (mangoes are delicious).






Logistics - ignore the next section if not planning to travel India


As far as logistics is concerned, we had a huge learning curve in the first week but after that arranging transport to our next destination was really easy. As the guide was missing some essential information on this point, in the beginning we tried to get some objective tips from tourist information offices – and ended up in private agencies which tried to sell us overpriced transportation arrangements under the source that we won’t manage on our own.




The second step was to try to get more information at the governmental Foreigner Ticket Office at New Delhi station – that’s where we got ourselves into yet another scam cobweb and ended up in yet another private agency. Then we finally got to this office where one of the many idle and indifferent employees did give us a couple of tips. After that we resolved to ourselves that we would reserve all the tickets on our own and after a couple of days struggling with the extremely slow www.irctc.co.in interface over even slower Internet and with absolute lack of information about all the specifics of this system, we did manage to book all out tickets.

And here is the summary of what we learnt about Indian railway: using their online system you can book 10 tickets per month per username (we created a second user once we exhausted the 10 transactions). Booking is advisable as much in advance as possible as the seats and berths are gone very fast – even for the tickets we were booking 2 months in advance the availability was surprisingly low (just a few berths). Important terms to learn in the IRCTC vocabulary concern the classes of the coach ( = your comfort) and the availability of the tickets (available versus waiting list).


Classes: for short connections AC Chair is a perfect option – cool coach, soft seats. For overnight connections there are Sleeper, 3AC, 2AC and 1AC versions (from cheapest up). As we learnt, 3AC was fine value for money. Sleeper could be crowded and noisy, and more expensive 2AC/1AC are the same but with fewer berths per department, which hardly matters when you sleep.





Availability: WL – waiting list, RAC – reserved against cancellation, and the lucky Av – available. When checking availability for a specific train, specific class (our default option was 3AC), if you see: Av 10 - consider yourself lucky and book your tickets, RAC 2 - consider yourself a little less lucky as it’s not as great as a fully available berth/seat but it does get you on the train (as somehow they make a seat or berth for you). WL 20 / WL 18 – the least lucky option as it means that there are no seats/berths available and the current queue has already peaked at 20 but went down to 18 as two people cancelled their reservation.

This is a very essential peculiarity of the Indian reservation system – people do cancel quite often, as it’s very easy and costs almost nothing, so people book for various dates and then cancel the ones they no longer need, or book different classes and then cancel the expensive ones as the cheaper ones get canceled by someone else and so on and so forth. So actually, when you see WL 20 / WL 18 for the 3AC class you are checking, what you can do is book it anyway in the hope 18 more people will cancel and you will get your berth (if this miracle happens the berth is yours automatically and you will get a confirmation). But you should first check the more expensive 2AC – if there are berths available in this class, it’s easier to pay more for a guaranteed sleeping place and be done with this specific booking. But it’s also possible (we heard Indians do it regularly and we also did it) is to book both wait-listed 3AC and available 2AC, and then cancel 2AC if 3AC becomes available (it will be much cheaper despite the cancellation fee), or 3AC if it never becomes available (there is no cancellation fee for a wait-listed reservation).

Important things to know about Indian trains – they are almost always late (easily by a few hours either on departure, or arrival, or both) and almost always change their platform in the last minute, so you need to keep asking and stay very alert and ready to react (because of such a change of the platform which we were totally unprepared for, we had to catch our first train running – exactly like in the Darjeeling Limited movie). Otherwise the trains are comfortable and saved us a lot of time due to comfortable overnight timing.


We booked all our trains within the first 2 weeks, as soon as we decided on our itinerary, and it proved to be a great help, as except for a couple of exceptions where we found a bus with a better schedule, we did need all those trains, and in some cases buses would have been not possible and absence of advance train reservation would mean we would have had to go unreserved ( = painful). For short connections, up in the mountains or for some specific overnight connections we used buses.



In India it’s possible to travel almost anything by bus – they are less comfortable than trains but cheaper and for overnight connections they have sleepers. It’s usually no problem to get a seat for the next day so it’s a great alternative to trains but you don’t know hundred percent whether there is a bus to your next destination (as in some specific places only trains are possible). So trains vs buses is a personal choice. In our case it was great to have most of the train reservations but in some cases not having them would have been just as fine as a bus was easily available.


The cultural aspect of contemporary India that struck us was the surviving century-old traditions. The people in this country still live incredibly close to nature, probably partially due to lack or absence of technology to substitute human labour (we heard that the government deliberately keeps all this labour manual since there are so many people who depend on these jobs, which if true is a dead-end strategy in the long run). They also all belong to one of the common religions – Sikh, Hindi, or Muslim, and practice it very actively by going to temples/mosques and saying daily prayers.

What struck us however is that the belief seems to be rather ritual oriented, as the people we were seeing in the streets wouldn’t care much to which god they would be offering a prayer: passing by a Buddhist temple they would do the bows and prayers like in any other temple. As to traditions, it’s amazing but almost all women apart from a few highly emancipated ones we saw in big cities wear Saree's, paint their feet in bright colors, wear tingling bangles and anklets, and decorate their hands and feet with henna tattoos.


They ‘make up’ their small kids with black eye-liner to protect them from evil. They also cram themselves in unimaginable numbers into rickshaws and buses, apparently having much smaller ‘individual space’ margins than Europeans. Some things they do are more ecology-friendly than those we do in Europe – they use plates made of leaves instead of plastic in their street ‘fast-food’ stalls and clay pots instead of plastic cups in the lassi places (funnily enough you are supposed to break it once you are done - it’s so cheap for them to buy a stock of those that they don’t wash the used ones).

They also have a lot of small kids collecting plastic bottles - the government really promotes recycling of those at the same time giving a source of income to those who would otherwise probably beg. But they have zero rubbish bins – whether you want it or not you will develop a habit of throwing things on the ground while in India. In some places you can still see extreme poverty with people living in slums (sometimes a ‘home’ is just a plastic cover from rain and the whole household is a size of my backpack). Some kids don’t go to school – they work or beg instead.
In the villages, observing the caste system, marrying whoever your parents chose, the bride’s dowry being her most valuable asset and the like things are still a very essential basis of daily life, whereas in big cities it’s a definite past.


As a closing note, we did enjoy a lot our trip through India – we saw a lot of incredible places, with main highlights being Himalayas (Kashmir and Ladakh), Golden Temple in Amritsar, Jaisalmer camel safari, Ajanta caves, cozy Varanasi and civilized Mumbai. In some aspects it was like time-travel, with so many things striking us as being centuries old.






What I do wonder is whether if some time in the future we were to come to India again, whether it would be even more "backwards"... For the sake of all the hard-working and kind people we met I would hope there will be some progress...

Last days in India

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Bodh Gaya – the sprititual epicentre of the buddhist world

We spent almost a week in Bodh Gaya which was planned from the beginning as a ‘resting’ point. We were staying in a beautiful Buddhist monastery, which rents some of its rooms to tourists (probably to get some money to support their activities). Every day we could hear the monks recite their mantras just below our room and watch craftsmen redecorating the colourful exterior of the temple. It was really special! Bodh Gaya turned out to be a very peaceful village with lots of Buddhist temples from every Buddhist country in the world. There was nothing exceptionally remarkable in this village except that geographically speaking it contained the very spot where Buddha (prince Siddharta Gautama) attained Enlightenment. The legendary tree under which it happened is no longer there but pilgrims and tourists are just as happy with the tree which claims to be its ‘grandson’: according to a story the original one was destroyed by the jealous wife of a king who became a keen follower of Buddhism and was taking too much care of the tree (instead of his wife), but some branches of the original tree were saved by the king’s daughter, taken to Sri Lanka and afterwards the branches of that new tree were successfully planted at the spot of the original green celebrity.

Not that we thought that Bodh Gaya is some kind of highway to Nirvana, but because we had so many days there it seemed logical to ask about an opportunity to do a meditation course. We asked around and an International Meditation Centre was offering flexible courses. A bored looking monk fully immersed in a newspaper seemed a little annoyed when he saw us, but reassured us that it would be no problem to start tomorrow. Surprisingly enough the meditation technique was Vipassana which I had already studied back in Belgium a few years ago. The surprise element was that normally Vipassana courses are 10-day minimum, especially for those who have never tried it before (like Jordi). Despite our mutual and immediate intuitive dislike of the monk we decided to give it a try, only to find out the next day that (1) we should always listen to our intuition; (2) a detour to this road to nirvana was not meant to fit into our round-the-world itinerary. What happened was that next day the monk greeted us in the same bored/annoyed way as we distracted him from the same newspaper, and as he was explaining to us the idea and technique of Vipassana he couldn’t help yawning. Even better, a couple of minutes after we started with our first sitting meditation session, he left never to come back! An hour later after he shouted at us (“You two late! Haven’t you heard that bell? You are not walking as meditators!”) it was obvious that he belonged in a sanatorium to fulfill a function of a sick person instead of a guru in a Vipassana centre. We left the place immediately, and funnily enough the guy didn’t look surprised at all at our decision. I guess he was really relieved that he could go back to his newspaper…

Despite this, our stay in Bodh Gaya was very happy: for the next days Bodhi tree and in fact all the huge trees in the garden around it would provide comfortable shadow for us as we would sit, chatting or meditating – in this very special place. With Vipassana aura all around us, it was an especially funny coincidence when a Buddhist pilgrim approached us asking if we had ever tried Vipassana. He turned out to be a monk who gave up his worldly life in Mumbai 10 years ago and was now traveling India, sometimes staying and helping in Vipassana centres along his route. At that moment he was doing a pilgrimage through the four important Buddhist places but afterwards was hoping to find a quiet village somewhere in the south with friendly villagers and settle down there in order to meditate for the rest of his life in the hope to attain Nirvana. We had long conversations with him about different things like the life of Buddha, the practice and meaning of Vipassana, Hinduism and its modern distortions, the Vedas, Jesus being a supreme yogi but no Buddha etc. etc. Kolkata and West Bengal – city, tigers and rainy fairwellAfter Bodh Gaya, Kolkata was the only place left on the route for India. But Jordi was desperate to see some Bengal tigers so instead we squeezed in a visit to Sunderbans Tiger reserve in West Bengal. After almost a whole day of trying to find out the way to this remote place and switching between boats and rickshaws, we finally reached the place at dusk and wanted to ask for information at the main ticket office for the next day. But the locals in a synchronous choir told us that we couldn’t go to the ticket office as “the tiger was right there”. Of course to us – the seasoned India backpackers – this sounded as one of those tell-tales that they always give us when trying to divert us from our original intention. However while we were talking with the villagers and checking into a hotel, it got very late and we had to wait till tomorrow anyway.

Next morning we were up very early ready to meet the tiger. As we were asking on the pier how to get there, we met some very friendly Indian guys who were spending their weekend in the reserve and that day were planning to do a boat tour again. Luckily for us, they had a whole boat hired all for themselves and they generously offered to take us along. So we got on the boat and crossed the river. However, as we approached the reserve we were stopped by the guards who instructed our captain to go back. The reason… To our enormous surprise they did confirm that the striped beast was indeed chilling out right in front of the main ticket office at the park entrance!!! So being something like 300 m away from him we couldn’t see him. But despite that we enjoyed very much our trip to West Bengal – the landscape of this biggest river delta in the world was really gorgeous, with rice fields interspersed by ponds and dikes (oh, how it reminded us of Zeeland!), which gave the local villages a look of neat isles of lush vegetation.

Next day we said good-bye to India from Kolkata – it reciprocated the farewell by flooding the streets of the city up to our knees. Luckily, our taxi was able to swim us to the airport. To be continued…

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Una mica de tot

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Els nostres dies a la India s'acaben... d'aqui a 1 setmana aproximadament (el 28 de juny) volem cap a la Xina. Hem estat voltant durant quasi 2 mesos, pero ara ja va sent hora de canviar de pais, de menjar, de gent i d'ambient ;)
En general, la gent es lo mes esgotador de la India. Els llocs i paisatges son macos si no fos per la porqueria que hi ha per tot arreu! Es bastant increible... Al carrer es impossible trobar alguna mena de cubell d'escombraries. Qualsevol cosa es tira al terra.
Qualsevol. Ampolles, papers, menjar, es igual... tothom ho fa i ningu et mira per fer-ho. Inclus al tren, la gent tira ossos i pells de Mango al terra del tren! Les ciutats estan plenes de basura a tot arreu, als carrers, rius, etc. Vaques, toros, desenes de gossos, porcs i monos menjant basura d'on poden (de fet les vaques no mengen herba encara que puguin perque la basura suposo que es mes gustosa).

Els gossos estirats per tots els racons, la metiat malalts. Les vaques i toros bruts, intentat trobar tot el dia algo per menjar, o de la basura o a vegades de les botigues quan els botiguers estan distrets.I tot i que son 'sagrades', la gent les pega i les fa fora. Els gossos estan tots mig morts de por i no s'acosten a la gent (hem vist molts nens al carrer tirant-los pedres), els cadells tots desesperats per menjar i aigua... i evidentment, tots els carrers plens de merda de tots aquests animals. Estic cansat de trepitjar merda amb les sandalies! ;)
I posats en aquest tema... les estacions de tren es lo pitjor. Fins aqui, la merda d'animals pels carrers es algo que al cap de certs dies, t'acabes acostumant. Pero a les estacions de tren es algo que es necessita mes temps... tothom sap que els trens de llarga distancia (amb llits) tenen lavabos. A les estacions, els trens acostumen a parar 5, 10, 20 minuts, depen de la importancia de l'estacio. Quan vaig anar a Russia, una cosa que em va cridar l'atencio es que 10 min abans d'arribar a cap estacio i 10 min despres, els lavabos estan tancats. No s'hi pot anar per molt urgent que sigui. Bueno, doncs ara entenc el perque.
Els lavabos dels trens de la India no es tanquen mai. Mentre t'esperes a l'andana, es pot veure a la via de tot! I lo pitjor es que la olor es constant i es bastant inaguantable. La ultima vegada vam haver d'esperar com 3 hores i puc dir que es bastant fastigos respirar (i no estic sent exagerat). Evidentment, tot aixo afegit a la basura constant.

A part d'aixo, a les ciutats es veu gent vivint a la basura literalment...

Al cap d'un parell de dies tot aixo es fa invisible i bastant quotidia, pero les estacions encara es dificil...! Gracies a deu que a vegades posen pelicules per distreure's (la ultima que vam veure a l'estacio va ser King Kong en indi).

Pel que fa al menjar, basicament es vegeteria, es dificil i car menjar carn. I aqui quasi tothom, per questions de religio, no menja ni car ni peix. La llet i formatge es algo inexistent. Lo unic son yogurts que es veuen (lassis), i que per cert son bonissims. El menjar normal aqui es arros o chappati (com si fossin rollos d'aquests Mexicans per fer burritos) amb verdures al curri. Es bo, pero cada dia el mateix aborreix una mica, tot i que els curris son diferents...
Lo que si que m'agrada es que es menja amb les mans! No et donen quasi mai coberts. Aquest tipus de menjar es el que mengem normalemnt quan no volem menjar coses fregides.
Per que si no vols arros amb curri, l'altre opcio es menjar tot tipus de coses fregides, que al final, tambe aborreix. Aixi que un dia mengem fregits i l'altre arros. O si no, comprem verdura i fruita i ens fem amanides a l'habitacio de l'hotel (tot i que a vegades es dificil trobar on es el mercat de verdures i fruita!).

La manera com viatgem es o amb autobusos locals o trens. Els trens importants els vam reservar per Internet al comencament del viatge, perque aqui a la India el sistema es una mica diferent, i si no es fa amb antel.lacio, no hi ha lloc (les llistes d'espera son llarguissimes).
Per la resta, ens movem amb autobusos vells i bastant ruinosos, pero l'experiencia val la pena. Els autobussos sempre van rebotits i normalment som els unics no-indis. La gent ens mira i sempre hi ha algu que es fa amic nostre (lo qual va be perque les parades no estan ni escrites ni anunciades enlloc). En viatges llargs amb autobusos, paren de tant en tant a la carretera a 'restaurants' on pots menjar, veure te, comprar begudes i molts altres souvenirs. Es distret i a vegades fins i tot una mica comode viatjar amb autobus! De fet, hem fet moltissimes hores en autobus (mai a la vida havia pensat que agafaria autobusos on estaria viatjant durant 36 o mes hores seguides!).

Coses curioses.... com esta explicat en un dels posts, vaig formar part d'una de les series de Bollywood i em van pagar 10 euros! A
l final va ser bastant esgotador. L'escena era un grup de soldats indis i britanics (jo) desfilant un tros en el que un dels actors havia de dir 2 linies! Bueno, l'escena la vam haver de rodar com 15 vegades perque l''actor' s'equivocava o es quedava en blanc! Em van donar un uniforme de soldat que feia una pudor a suat impressionant!

Cada dia algu (normalment cada dia agafen un parell de turistes que han de fer algun paper com a extra) es posa aquest uniforme, dintre del qual sua (el rodatge es a l'exterior sota el sol) i al dia seguent el mateix amb algu altre sense rentar ni la camisa ni res!! Segurament 40 o 50 persones havien suat abans que jo aquell uniforme! I al final, 80% de la industria de Bollywood vam poder veure que es cutre i sense cap mena de talent per part d'actors ni directors. La serie en concret es diu Jhansi Ki Rani (Queen of Jhansi) i la van fer el 15 de Juny a ZeeTV (al youtube es veu nomes trossos, pero no surto :( ).


En general tot esta anant molt be, i lo millor es que estem vivint cada dia, amb dormir, menjar, trens i autobusos inclosos per uns 25 o 30 euros al dia els dos!
Tot i que per viure en aquest pressupost... aquestes son una mica les condicions i la higiene a la que es pot aspirar ;)
I aquesta estava voltant per la nostra habitacio durant un parell de dies fins que ens vam trobar cara a cara... evidentment no hi va haver color :P