Thursday, December 11, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Taru's Engaged!
Taru, my friend and colleague, got engaged in Rohtak, Haryana on Sunday. Austin and I headed out fairly early from Delhi, all decked out in our India gear - kurta pyjama for Austin; salwar kameez for me. The banquet was intimate, with just family and close friends in attendance to witness the ring ceremony and exchange of gifts between the families. Taru looked beautimous in a hot pink saree; Karun was handsome in a grey suit and lilac shirt. It was an honor to be included with their family and friends on such an auspicious occasion. Mubarak ho.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Safe and Sound
This evening five bomb blasts went off in Delhi killing at least 10 people. They were placed in crowded public places with the clear intent to harm as many people as possible. They were placed in locations that I regularly go. If there ever was an illusion of safety here, it's pretty thin today.
Heather and I are safe and sound in Dharamsala, or MacLeod Ganj specifically, just down the street from the Dalai Llama's house. We've been madly text messaging people at home in Delhi and have managed to confirm that our roommates, drivers and most of our teams are safe as well. Please keep your fingers crossed that this remains the case.
Heather and I are safe and sound in Dharamsala, or MacLeod Ganj specifically, just down the street from the Dalai Llama's house. We've been madly text messaging people at home in Delhi and have managed to confirm that our roommates, drivers and most of our teams are safe as well. Please keep your fingers crossed that this remains the case.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Vagaries of Indian Travel
I knew the day before Indian Independence Day was probably not a good day to go anywhere when they decided to close our whole office an hour and a half early because of traffic caused by extra border checks. Then, to top it off, the monsoon rain that has been noticeably missing from Delhi skies decided to arrive with a vengance. By the time we left the office at 4pm, the water was lapping over the curbs and creeping toward the lobby of our building. Only the fearless squeegee boys beating it back prevented our building from becoming like a canal home in Venice.
Austin and I made a run for the cab, hoping that Devindar would be able to pull it up to the curb, but no dice. Wearing sandals, and with Mom's warnings about leptospirosis fresh in my head, I very quickly
realized that I had no choice but to shuck off my shoes and wade through it all to the car. Once we were safely ensconced in the cab, it took us more than 45 minutes to creep our way around the corner and one exit down the freeway to Essel Towers. We had already decided that to get to the airport for our 8:40pm flight to Hyderabad, we should leave the house at 5:40 - that's right, three hours in advance, when the airport is maybe a 20 minute drive away. By the time we had packed up, grabbed a snack and reassembled at the curb, the water in Essel itself was more than a foot deep. We surfed Lake Essel successfully and wormed our way into the solid jam of traffic outside on MG road.
All in all, it took us more than two hours just to reach the offramp for Indira Ghandi International. As we're sitting at a standstill with exactly one hour until our flight and 3 km of standing traffic in front of us, Devindar suggested that we make a run for it, so that's what we did. Devindar hoisted my wheelie on his back, Austin and I grabbed our backpacks and bags, and we hoofed our way through mud puddles and traffic, about two thirds of the way to the airport, before hailing an incoming cab and chumming a ride the rest of the way. And...we made it! Devindar is, as always, my personal hero. Poor guy, it's his birthday and he's puddle-jumping with my overstuffed suitcase on his back, and all with a smile on his face. Austin and I washed our feet in the bathrooms and were 'Flying the Good times' in no time at all.
With what we thought was the biggest hurdle behind us, we settled into Hyderabad for Thursday night and Friday, and got ready to go to Hampi for the weekend. Mari and Lindsay, two colleagues coming in for a conference, joined us for a Chinese dinner before we headed out to catch our overnight train for Hampi. But au contrare, mon frer... it was not to be. We get to the train station and, 'so sorry, but your train car is not here and all trains to Hampi have been canceled.' Apparently, as we found out later, the river in Hampi has flooded, so the railroad siding is impassable, our hotel is closed....you get the picture. Thankfully, we figured this all out after unsuccessfully trying to jump on an overnight bus and before hiring a car to drive us to Hampi. This is the second time that my travel plans in India have been a total wipeout, and I'm over being shocked by it. Here's hoping that next weekend's trip to Pondicherry goes more smoothly. I think India is deepening my faith in serendipity. Yeah Hampi would have been nice to see, but swamped Hampi and a cramped overnight train - not so great. Instead, I'm off to have a 200 rupee massage, courtesy of my employer, get my toes done, and have some blouses made at the local tailor. Tomorrow, it will be sleep in, gym it and have a champagne brunch. Can I complain - I mean really?
Austin and I made a run for the cab, hoping that Devindar would be able to pull it up to the curb, but no dice. Wearing sandals, and with Mom's warnings about leptospirosis fresh in my head, I very quickly
All in all, it took us more than two hours just to reach the offramp for Indira Ghandi International. As we're sitting at a standstill with exactly one hour until our flight and 3 km of standing traffic in front of us, Devindar suggested that we make a run for it, so that's what we did. Devindar hoisted my wheelie on his back, Austin and I grabbed our backpacks and bags, and we hoofed our way through mud puddles and traffic, about two thirds of the way to the airport, before hailing an incoming cab and chumming a ride the rest of the way. And...we made it! Devindar is, as always, my personal hero. Poor guy, it's his birthday and he's puddle-jumping with my overstuffed suitcase on his back, and all with a smile on his face. Austin and I washed our feet in the bathrooms and were 'Flying the Good times' in no time at all.
With what we thought was the biggest hurdle behind us, we settled into Hyderabad for Thursday night and Friday, and got ready to go to Hampi for the weekend. Mari and Lindsay, two colleagues coming in for a conference, joined us for a Chinese dinner before we headed out to catch our overnight train for Hampi. But au contrare, mon frer... it was not to be. We get to the train station and, 'so sorry, but your train car is not here and all trains to Hampi have been canceled.' Apparently, as we found out later, the river in Hampi has flooded, so the railroad siding is impassable, our hotel is closed....you get the picture. Thankfully, we figured this all out after unsuccessfully trying to jump on an overnight bus and before hiring a car to drive us to Hampi. This is the second time that my travel plans in India have been a total wipeout, and I'm over being shocked by it. Here's hoping that next weekend's trip to Pondicherry goes more smoothly. I think India is deepening my faith in serendipity. Yeah Hampi would have been nice to see, but swamped Hampi and a cramped overnight train - not so great. Instead, I'm off to have a 200 rupee massage, courtesy of my employer, get my toes done, and have some blouses made at the local tailor. Tomorrow, it will be sleep in, gym it and have a champagne brunch. Can I complain - I mean really?
Thursday, August 07, 2008
'There, But For The Grace of God...'
A fire broke out on an overnight train traveling from Hyderabad through the state of Andhra Pradesh this past weekend. Two colleagues from our Hyderabad office are missing and feared to be dead. The speed and brutality with which life can be snuffed out here are breathtaking. I thank God for my country with its hundreds of seemingly-fussy laws intended to protect consumer safety. Anyone of us may die tomorrow and accidents happen everywhere, but I feel relatively assured that when my days end, it shall not be in trying to pry the steel bars from the windows of a burning train car.
Please take a moment to wish Hari, Roshni and their families well. In a country that believes so deeply in karma, any good wishes can only help. I sincerely hope that we'll see their safe return, but failing that, I hope that they are together and at peace.
Please take a moment to wish Hari, Roshni and their families well. In a country that believes so deeply in karma, any good wishes can only help. I sincerely hope that we'll see their safe return, but failing that, I hope that they are together and at peace.
Monday, August 04, 2008
My Name's 'High' and Yours is 'Maintenance'
Friday, August 01, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Things I brought back from home
There are those that say we are what we eat. Some say you can know a person by their iPod playlists. You could make an argument that what I buy is fairly revelatory of who I am. So, make what you will of this short, but oh-so-sweet list. In no particular order:
- Kraft Mac N' Cheese
- Herdez Tomatillo Salsa
- Reduced Fat Skippy
- Mariage Freres tea
- Pesto sauce
- 4 Seed Compagnon from Kelly's French Bakery
- Couscous
- Hot Tamales
- Ghirardelli dark chocolates
- Marini's salt water taffy
- Tide with color-safe bleach
- Dryer sheets
- Hand sanitizer
- Cotton t-shirts and skirts
- Clippy hangers
- My iPod mini, completing my iPod family in India (iPhone, Shuffle, Mini, and me)
- Shoes and iPod speakers for Austin
- Gifts for my driver's family & candy for the guys at the house
Monday, July 21, 2008
Toes South Down the Ganges
Fresh off of the Tin Amigos tour, I decided to hit the road with my roommates. With the hot weather in full swing, we headed for Rishikesh to do some white water rafting at the gateway of the Himalayas, and perhaps to experience yoga at one of the bjillion ashrams lining the Ganges. Louise, Austin, Heather, Elliot (a short-term visitor from Mountain View), and I headed out on Friday afternoon with Amit, Heather's driver. Train is probably the best way to get to Rishikesh, but with five of us and erratic train timings, we decided to go for the comfort of a mini-van and a driver we knew. It took us about 7 hours, but we arrived on Friday night to clear, cool air, a starry sky, and a rustic, but nice place to stay - the Ganga Beach Resort. After announcing our intention to go rafting in the morning (which the staff promised we could), we hit the sack.
The next morning, we slept in and rolled out in time to make breakfast. When we went up to the front desk to formalize our rafting arrangements, things started to get a little dodgy. What had been sure-fire rafting reservations became vague possibilities. Then we started a three way dance of disaster between me, the booking agent in Delhi (who we also asked to reserve the raft), and the hotel. In the end, we got it settled - 2pm at the entrance of the hotel, a raft and van would be waiting. We headed into Rishikesh to check out a few of the sights and get oriented, before meeting our guide for the afternoon rafting trip.
When 2pm rolled around, we headed back to the hotel, but no raft awaited. We hung out for 20 minutes or so, and decided that maybe we needed to check a little further down the road. What ensued was the wildest goose chase I have ever been on. With cell phone connectivity only possible every 5 km or so, we proceeded down the road based on instructions from our ever-helpful hotel staff. We end up going to the farthest town on the rafting route, trying to contact the person that the hotel referred us to, getting nowhere, of course. Then, we get told to back-track to the next-to-last launch location, where a 'yellow raft' will be waiting for us. We careen madly down the road to the aforementioned launching spot, only to be told that our boat left just 5 minutes before we got there. At this point, it's close to 4pm - our whole day has been shot, waiting for rafting, driving toward rafting, and then yup, you got it - literally 'missing the boat.' Needless to say, we're p-i-s-s-e-d. India 2, Expats 0.
After drowning our woes in the hotel pool, which was pretty green, but had plenty of chlorine to compensate, we headed into Rishikesh to try and find a good place for dinner. We chose Chotiwala, which is pretty famous and supposedly a good bet for Indian food. For those of us who stuck to the house specialties, we did fairly well. For Elliot and Louise, who are not lovers of Indian food, the Continental choices were less fortunate. In fact, Elliot's macaroni and cheese and Louise's cheese and onion mashed potatoes were so indistinguishable that the waiter couldn't even tell them apart to deliver them correctly. Nonetheless, we rebounded with aplomb, and even found another rafting company to take us river-rafting the following morning.
On Sunday, we got up bright and early and headed (along with two random Indian guys and our guide) to the Marine Drive launch site. It took some time to get the boat blown up, gear on and safety briefing complete, but in fairly short order, we were drifting down the river, enjoying the sunshine. The rapids on the river have names like "Roller Coaster" and live up to their billing. Some of the waves we went through were well over our heads and doused everyone in the boat. But, our guide seemed more than capable and, while we got some solid thrills, we never came close to flipping the boat, which was definitely a possibility. When we came through the last large rapid, the river widened and slowed to a meandering pace. Our guide encouraged us to roll out of the boat and float downriver in our life vests. The water was cool, and that close to the Himalayas, fairly clean. I laid back and let the Ganges carry me along - not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning at all. At the last bend in the river before you reach Rishikesh, a rock promontory overhangs a deep pool. Every boat on the river was pulled up so that eager rafters could take the plunge. It was scarier than it looked, but lots of fun; the life vests make you pop up like an oversized cork, but even still, it seems like it takes forever to get back to the surface. Back in the boat again, we wended our way around the last few bends of the river and were deposited, soaking wet, on the steps below our hotel. We made our soggy way upstairs to get cleaned up and check out. India 2, Expats 1 - rafting mission accomplished.
As a parting shot, we decided to have lunch in Rishikesh before heading back to Delhi. At the base of one of the footbridges which cross the Ganges, we found a little grass shack with a river view and... Mexican food! That's right folks, I ponied up to the table for a 'burroto' and my first taste of Mexican food in 5 months. And, to top it off, they served the best cold coffee (like a coffee milkshake) that I've had in India - mounds of icy, coffee-flavored loveliness, literally spilling over the edges of a chilled stein. Whooeeeee....was it good! Score one for the good guys - India 2, Expats 1, Lonely Planet 1 - for the Mexican food, and we'll call the weekend a success.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tin Amigos - Ranthambore and Tigers!
The distance from Jaipur to Ranthambore isn't great, but it takes forever and a day to get there over some of the worst roads I've seen in India. You're lulled into complacency by the fact that most of the way there, the road is wide and well-paved. But then, you get to a point, literally a fork in the road, where things begin to deteriorate, rapidly. The last few kilometers to Ranthambore are pretty rough, I think because they are working on improving the road. We were driving on a bi-level gravel bed that will eventually be a road, along with every kind of traffic that you can imagine - water buffalo, camel carts, trucks, motorcycles, pedestrians, and then some.
Despite a loooong drive, we arrived safe and sound at Dev Vilas just in time for lunch. The hotel was a pleasant surprise. Located just outside of the park entrance, it provided great access to Ranthambore, and the rooms were some of the largest that I've stayed in, in India. Although the accommodations were simple, everything was very clean, the staff was nice and the food was good. They have a small, but nice, swimming pool, and there's even a resident elephant that was part of the owner's mother's dowry.
We kicked off our stay with an afternoon safari, and finally, yes finally, saw.....TIGERS! We were really lucky and got a good guide and a good draw for a zone within the park. As compared to Corbett, Ranthambore is smaller in acreage and more densely populated with wildlife. They've also created some man-made watering holes near the jeep tracks, so your chances of seeing the
tigers are better. At first, we spotted two tigers at a distance in some brush. We watched them for a while, but when they didn't seem inclined to move out into the heat of the day, we continued on into the park. However, on the way back we passed through the same area and this time the tigers had moved to the watering hole and were much closer. The pair that we saw were a brother and sister, about two years old, so not mature, but still very big cats. We hung out for quite some time, just watching them bathe and play with one another. The tigers are graceful, in the manner of a highly-trained athlete or prize fighter, and they're fascinating to watch. It's as if my tabby cat, Teddy, just got blown up to jumbo size - you have this odd urge to pet them, because they seem just like big kittens, at the same time that you realize you're observing a finely honed killing machine. It's eerie, and it definitely makes you understand how those stupid people who get too close to the animals at the zoo, or in nature parks, end up in such predicaments.
We were pretty thrilled with our safari and made our way back to the hotel on a high. We were really lucky as well, for although it seemed like tiger sightings were there for the taking, it had actually been over three days since any of the guests at Dev Vilas had sighted a tiger. The staff looked absolutely relieved that we'd had success. We spent our evening with a swim and cocktails under the stars, and concluded it with a lovely dinner in the dining room. We hit the sack pretty early so that we could be up and at 'em bright and early for our 6am safari.
On day two, we didn't have as much luck - no Tigers. We explored a different zone of the park, high on a ridge overlooking the area we'd been through the prior day. It was beautiful, and we again saw lots of wildlife - parrots, spotted deer, peacocks, and a golden oriole. I enjoy the safaris, but when they're not fruitful, you get tired of just looking so hard. I almost didn't believe it when we did see tigers, since it was my 5th try or so. However, all of the eye strain was worth it in the end, and despite the fact that we didn't see tigers the second day, the trip was definitely a success - whew! I felt somewhat redeemed as a tour guide, given all of the issues we had with the first leg of the Tin Amigos extravaganza. After our safari, we got cleaned up and had lunch, and then headed back to Jaipur for dinner and some turbo sight-seeing at the City Palace. Shannon and Kevin were ready to hit the road, but Lauren and I still managed a speed round of shopping that yielded silk dupattas for me and Mom, and a silk bed cover set for Lauren. Devindar, prince among drivers, was helping us negotiate to get the best prices. The coverlet seller was driving a hard bargain, and Lauren wasn't sure if Devindar was making any headway, in his polite way, so she stepped in and offered a new price of 2200 Rs. Little did she know that Devindar had already locked in a price of 1800 Rs. Devindar kind of shook his head and got a good giggle out of it, but moral of the story is - let Devindar do his thing, no matter how antagonistic or unproductive the negotiations appear to be.
With our Rajasthani road trip coming to a close, we headed back to Delhi and the bubble of home. The next day, I went back to work and the Tin Amigos headed to Amritsar for night-viewing of the Golden Temple and the show at the Wagah Border. On Friday, Devindar took Kevin, the girls, and a shopping list and ran errands in Delhi all day. I joined them for one last Indian dinner at Balluchi, and the we were off to bed. Eight AM, the Tin Amigos depart Delhi, leaving an exhausted and very-happy me, and a just-plain-exhausted Devindar in their wake.
Three cheers for friends who'll travel halfway around the world to see you - huzzah, huzzah, huzzah!
Despite a loooong drive, we arrived safe and sound at Dev Vilas just in time for lunch. The hotel was a pleasant surprise. Located just outside of the park entrance, it provided great access to Ranthambore, and the rooms were some of the largest that I've stayed in, in India. Although the accommodations were simple, everything was very clean, the staff was nice and the food was good. They have a small, but nice, swimming pool, and there's even a resident elephant that was part of the owner's mother's dowry.
We kicked off our stay with an afternoon safari, and finally, yes finally, saw.....TIGERS! We were really lucky and got a good guide and a good draw for a zone within the park. As compared to Corbett, Ranthambore is smaller in acreage and more densely populated with wildlife. They've also created some man-made watering holes near the jeep tracks, so your chances of seeing the

We were pretty thrilled with our safari and made our way back to the hotel on a high. We were really lucky as well, for although it seemed like tiger sightings were there for the taking, it had actually been over three days since any of the guests at Dev Vilas had sighted a tiger. The staff looked absolutely relieved that we'd had success. We spent our evening with a swim and cocktails under the stars, and concluded it with a lovely dinner in the dining room. We hit the sack pretty early so that we could be up and at 'em bright and early for our 6am safari.
On day two, we didn't have as much luck - no Tigers. We explored a different zone of the park, high on a ridge overlooking the area we'd been through the prior day. It was beautiful, and we again saw lots of wildlife - parrots, spotted deer, peacocks, and a golden oriole. I enjoy the safaris, but when they're not fruitful, you get tired of just looking so hard. I almost didn't believe it when we did see tigers, since it was my 5th try or so. However, all of the eye strain was worth it in the end, and despite the fact that we didn't see tigers the second day, the trip was definitely a success - whew! I felt somewhat redeemed as a tour guide, given all of the issues we had with the first leg of the Tin Amigos extravaganza. After our safari, we got cleaned up and had lunch, and then headed back to Jaipur for dinner and some turbo sight-seeing at the City Palace. Shannon and Kevin were ready to hit the road, but Lauren and I still managed a speed round of shopping that yielded silk dupattas for me and Mom, and a silk bed cover set for Lauren. Devindar, prince among drivers, was helping us negotiate to get the best prices. The coverlet seller was driving a hard bargain, and Lauren wasn't sure if Devindar was making any headway, in his polite way, so she stepped in and offered a new price of 2200 Rs. Little did she know that Devindar had already locked in a price of 1800 Rs. Devindar kind of shook his head and got a good giggle out of it, but moral of the story is - let Devindar do his thing, no matter how antagonistic or unproductive the negotiations appear to be.
With our Rajasthani road trip coming to a close, we headed back to Delhi and the bubble of home. The next day, I went back to work and the Tin Amigos headed to Amritsar for night-viewing of the Golden Temple and the show at the Wagah Border. On Friday, Devindar took Kevin, the girls, and a shopping list and ran errands in Delhi all day. I joined them for one last Indian dinner at Balluchi, and the we were off to bed. Eight AM, the Tin Amigos depart Delhi, leaving an exhausted and very-happy me, and a just-plain-exhausted Devindar in their wake.
Three cheers for friends who'll travel halfway around the world to see you - huzzah, huzzah, huzzah!
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
Tin Amigos - Agra
After one night's sleep in my Gurgaon bubble, we were on the road again, bright and early. This time we headed south to Agra, then on to Jaipur and Ranthambore - a proper Rajasthani road trip, complete with a mini-van and my ever-patient driver, Devindar.
Our first stop of the trip was Agra, about four hours south of Delhi. Agra is a paradise of Mughal architecture. I had heard from friends that it wasn't a very pleasant city, but I found myself liking it. Surprisingly green, the streets are lined with trees, and though there's the normal chaos of any Indian city, it seems to essentially be a normal, mid-sized town. We started off at Sikandra, with Akbar's Tomb. I hadn't even heard of the tomb before, but I truly loved it, and though it may be sacrilege, I actually preferred Sikandra to the Taj. It was largely empty, save a few lovebirds hanging out in the arcades around the tomb, and the colors are the deep, rusty red that is so common in Mughali architecture, as well as creamy whites and bold blue and gold. It's just beautiful, and you can go down into the crypt to the grave site itself. When we were there, one of the attendants was chanting prayers to show off the booming acoustics of the room. It's amazing to think the monument itself is well over four hundred years old, and yet still enjoys significant numbers of visitors and a degree of deference that is often not shown to more modern heroes.
After Sikandra, we headed to the main event, the Taj Mahal. To try and minimize the impact of pollution on the Taj, no fuel vehicles are allowed within a certain radius of the gardens and buildings. What this boils down to is that you have to pay a ridiculous fee for an electric golf cart or a camel cart to take you the last 200 yards to the Taj. But, it's still peanuts in the grand scheme of things, so we quickly got over it. Having left Delhi at 6:30am, we arrived at the Taj in the heat of the day. Even still, it was chock-a-block with Indian tourists, and everyone clambering over one another to get the perfect picture. We joined in the melee and took our turn taking pictures. The Taj is lovely. It's somehow smaller than I expected, but every bit as beautiful as it is storied to be. I imagine that Shah Jahan envisioned it as a serene place, but that's not true in the peak of tourist hours. When I go back, I would either like to try to get one of the special full-moon tickets, or go at dawn or dusk, when the air is cooler and the gardens more empty. After wandering through the gardens and inside the mausoleum with our guide, we were pretty beat. The Indian sun drains you quickly, and we very soon sought the shade of one of the arcades surrounding the garden, and admired the Taj again from afar.
Post-Taj, our guide took us to a shop where he claimed the very descendants of those who built the Taj continue to work. We saw a nice demonstration of how piedra dura, the precious stone-inlaid marble in the Taj, is made and then were expected to buy samples at truly exorbidant prices. I quickly made my escape, grateful for the edification, and for escapting with my wallet. We headed out of Agra on the Agra-Jaipur road, with Jaipur as our final destination for the evening. Along the way, we stopped briefly at Fatehpur Sikri, a city that the Mughals built and then abandoned after just 13 years. The city still stands, almost in its entirety, and the mosque is an active place of worship for both tourist and locals. Although it's beautiful, especially in the late evening light, there are more vendors, touts, and hangers-on per square inch in Fatehpur Sikri than anywhere else I've been in India. And, they do not leave you alone. Needless to say, it got old really fast. I was glad that we stopped, but even more glad to get on the road again.
Another four or five hours and we were safely ensconced in the Hotel Narain Niwas Palace in Jaipur. A former maharajah's palace, now turned Heritage Hotel, the Narain Niwas occupies a whole city block in downtown Jaipur. Though it could have been cheaper, and perhaps more posh, I really loved the garden restaurant, the quaint buildings, and the very accommodating staff. We had a good night's rest, and an ample breakfast before heading out to Ranthambore, by way of Lassiwalla, best lassi shop in Jaipur.
Our first stop of the trip was Agra, about four hours south of Delhi. Agra is a paradise of Mughal architecture. I had heard from friends that it wasn't a very pleasant city, but I found myself liking it. Surprisingly green, the streets are lined with trees, and though there's the normal chaos of any Indian city, it seems to essentially be a normal, mid-sized town. We started off at Sikandra, with Akbar's Tomb. I hadn't even heard of the tomb before, but I truly loved it, and though it may be sacrilege, I actually preferred Sikandra to the Taj. It was largely empty, save a few lovebirds hanging out in the arcades around the tomb, and the colors are the deep, rusty red that is so common in Mughali architecture, as well as creamy whites and bold blue and gold. It's just beautiful, and you can go down into the crypt to the grave site itself. When we were there, one of the attendants was chanting prayers to show off the booming acoustics of the room. It's amazing to think the monument itself is well over four hundred years old, and yet still enjoys significant numbers of visitors and a degree of deference that is often not shown to more modern heroes.
After Sikandra, we headed to the main event, the Taj Mahal. To try and minimize the impact of pollution on the Taj, no fuel vehicles are allowed within a certain radius of the gardens and buildings. What this boils down to is that you have to pay a ridiculous fee for an electric golf cart or a camel cart to take you the last 200 yards to the Taj. But, it's still peanuts in the grand scheme of things, so we quickly got over it. Having left Delhi at 6:30am, we arrived at the Taj in the heat of the day. Even still, it was chock-a-block with Indian tourists, and everyone clambering over one another to get the perfect picture. We joined in the melee and took our turn taking pictures. The Taj is lovely. It's somehow smaller than I expected, but every bit as beautiful as it is storied to be. I imagine that Shah Jahan envisioned it as a serene place, but that's not true in the peak of tourist hours. When I go back, I would either like to try to get one of the special full-moon tickets, or go at dawn or dusk, when the air is cooler and the gardens more empty. After wandering through the gardens and inside the mausoleum with our guide, we were pretty beat. The Indian sun drains you quickly, and we very soon sought the shade of one of the arcades surrounding the garden, and admired the Taj again from afar.
Post-Taj, our guide took us to a shop where he claimed the very descendants of those who built the Taj continue to work. We saw a nice demonstration of how piedra dura, the precious stone-inlaid marble in the Taj, is made and then were expected to buy samples at truly exorbidant prices. I quickly made my escape, grateful for the edification, and for escapting with my wallet. We headed out of Agra on the Agra-Jaipur road, with Jaipur as our final destination for the evening. Along the way, we stopped briefly at Fatehpur Sikri, a city that the Mughals built and then abandoned after just 13 years. The city still stands, almost in its entirety, and the mosque is an active place of worship for both tourist and locals. Although it's beautiful, especially in the late evening light, there are more vendors, touts, and hangers-on per square inch in Fatehpur Sikri than anywhere else I've been in India. And, they do not leave you alone. Needless to say, it got old really fast. I was glad that we stopped, but even more glad to get on the road again.
Another four or five hours and we were safely ensconced in the Hotel Narain Niwas Palace in Jaipur. A former maharajah's palace, now turned Heritage Hotel, the Narain Niwas occupies a whole city block in downtown Jaipur. Though it could have been cheaper, and perhaps more posh, I really loved the garden restaurant, the quaint buildings, and the very accommodating staff. We had a good night's rest, and an ample breakfast before heading out to Ranthambore, by way of Lassiwalla, best lassi shop in Jaipur.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Tin Amigos - Udaipur
Udaipur is built on the banks of several lakes in northeastern Rajasthan, just a short hop from Delhi. Tiny streets wind through crumbling Rajput palaces down to the lakeshore, and the town is chock-a-block with artists' galleries. Thanks to the many expats who went before me, I had a great recommendation for a place to stay. Now, bear in mind that Udaipur is home to what is ostensibly the best hotel in the world, the Oberoi Udaivilas. But, I resisted temptation and was super-glad that I did. Instead, we stayed at the much smaller and wonderfully charming Udai Kothi. This was one of my best hotel experiences in India - the staff are great, the restaurant has really good food, the view is amazing, and the price is right.
We rolled into town on Friday afternoon and proceeded to have a very low-key two days. Perhaps the most pleasant surprise was how great the rooftop restaurant was at Udai Kothi. After getting settled, we wandered upstairs to find a charming oasis right on the roof of our hotel, complete with a beautiful view of Lake Pichola and sittar players. The ambiance alone would have made it a fantastic find, but in addition, the Udai Kothi is home to the best ever cheese naan - I still haven't found it's equal, and trust me, I've been looking hard since we left - and really good Butter Chicken. So yummy!
We started our second day observing the troupe of monkeys that were cavorting through the garden of the hotel. Unfortunately, Delhi Belly claimed its second victim of the trip, and Lauren stayed in bed for the day. Shannon, Kevin and I made our way to the City Palace and spent a few hours going through the buildings, and enjoying the view over the city. On the way back to our hotel, we went through a few of the art galleries and Shannon and I negotiated for a traditional painting that depicts Lake Pichola and the Lake Palace. I'm pretty sure I got taken for a ride in terms of the price, but oh well. Converted to USD, it was still really affordable, and much as I hated to admit it, I did pick out one that was clearly better quality. That evening, we made a feeble run at creativity and ended up going right back to our lovely rooftop. This time, we got smart and reserved the cupola table with a mirrored ceiling which overlooks the lake. You could not imagine a more idyllic or romantic spot to have dinner. Just beautiful.
On our last morning in Udaipur, we had a nice breakfast at the hotel and then grabbed our cab to the airport. We budgeted time to visit the Monsoon Palace, Sajjangarh, which sits on a mountain overlooking Udaipur. When we got there, the palace was completely empty, so we had a leisurely stroll around the building and grounds, and watched a family of monkeys bask in the sun by a well. We wound our way down the mountain with plenty of time to spare and made a stop at a craft village called Shilpgram. The place was definitely touristy, but we had a nice guide who showed us buildings and handicrafts that were representative of Rajasthani tribal culture. And, Lauren got to pet a camel (and didn't get spit on), so we were good to go. A quick jaunt to the airport and we were rapidly bumping our way through some turbulence on our way back to Delhi - phase one of the journey complete.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tin Amigos - Mumbai!
We spent the afternoon wandering the Colaba Causeway and having a few beers and some snacks at Leopold's (Shantaram fans will recognize the famous bar from the novel). It's smaller than it seems in the book, but definitely a local expat hang-out and a great place to while away your afternoon. We even strolled through Sassoon docks where the fishing boats come in. This is high on my list of things that I would NOT have been doing without Kevin along, and it may have been the most odoriferous mile in Mumbai, but the waterfront was still pretty, with brightly colored boats and trucks pulling up with their loads of fish.
I have to pause here and say that, although this is probably not technically true, I felt as hot as I have ever been in my life in Mumbai. It's just steamy; you can't step outside without immediately feeling like a dim sum bun. We would practically dive through the revolving doors at the Taj each time we got back. Thankfully, the Taj has a great pool, so we were able to cool down every evening before tackling the trek to dinner. Our first night, we ate in the Taj at Wasabi by Morimoto, which is owned by Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto. The night we ate there, Chef Morimoto himself was in residence, supervising the making of our sushi. It's the first time that I've seen someone star-struck by a chef. We tried to get Kevin to ask for a photo, or "snap" as they say here, but our shy guy was having none of it.
Our second day in Mumbai was spent over breakfast buffet and on a ferry ride to Elephanta Island to see the cave temples. Being out on the water was a nice break from the closeness of the city. I think I lost half the water in my body on the way up to the cave temples, but they were beautiful (and cool) once we got there. It definitely whetted my appetite to go and see the cave temples at Ellora and Ajanta, which are UNESCO sites and supposedly phenomenal. By the time we got back to the Taj, we had our first travel casualty...Kevin got sick and was down for the count (about 24 hours). Do you still call it Delhi Belly in Mumbai? Shannon, Lauren and I entertained ourselves with dinner at Indigo in Colaba, and by a solid day of massages and sunning ourselves by the pool - life is rough all over.
We rounded out our Mumbai experience with dinner at Bademiya, a hoppin' street cafe in Colaba, and an evening of bootleg Bollywood in our hotel room. Little did I know that Shannon would sucker for the melodrama, action, and hot bods that is Bollywood - I've created an addict. With Kevin slowly rejoining the living, we packed up and headed for Udaipur, and the next leg of the adventure.
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
The Tin Amigos
I've had my first visitors from home! Mad props to Kevin, Lauren and Shannon for trekking halfway around the world to see little ol' me. It was so great to have familiar faces around (and jokes, and harrassment). I took a week and a half off of work and we set out to see a fair chunk of India. This is the first of several installments of the Adventures of the Tin Amigos (3 amigos).
Kevin, Lauren and Shannon arrived on Sunday the 13th of April. Their first 48 hours in India were typical in that nothing happened exactly as it was planned to happen, and I had my first real face-to-face encounter with the vagaries of Indian travel. Their first day, we rented and rode an elephant, spent 5 hours at champagne brunch, made three trips to the airport to try and find their lost luggage, and went clothes (and bikini) shopping, in anticipation that their luggage wouldn't arrive (which it didn't).
The next morning, with four wardrobes cobbled together from my closet, the Janpath mini-market, and Ambiance Mall, we showed up at the New Delhi domestic terminal to catch our plane to Cochin for beach-going and houseboating. Here's something of the conversation I had as I tried to check us in for our flight:
Jet Airways dude: "Ma'am, you've missed your flight; it left two hours early..."
Me: "Umm....It's 6:30 am and no one notified us that the flight time changed...?"
Jet Airways dude: "Go see the woman at the first desk and she will assist you."
(I explain the situation to Jet Airways woman #1, she passes me to Jet Airways woman #2)
Jet Airways woman #2: "Ma'am, the Cochin airport has been closed and your flight has been cancelled."
Me: "Oh, ok. When will the airport re-open?" (I'm thinking 2-3 hours here)
Jet Airways woman #2: "Ma'am, it will be closed for at least 2 or 3 months."
Our first well-laid plan bites the dust - BIG time. No Kerala for the Tin Amigos. We retreated to the guesthouse to regroup and plan. After some discussion, we booked the best hotel in Mumbai and made a plane reservation on Kingfisher airlines (yes, it's a beer and an airline - 'Flying the Good times') to go a day early, extending our stay to three nights. We then headed off to sightsee in Delhi - Humayun's tomb, Qutub Minar, a little shopping at Dilli Haat and Punjabi By Nature for dinner. Kevin and Lauren fell asleep sitting up as we drive home from dinner - T-r-o-o-p-e-r-s. The next day, Tuesday, we hop a mid-morning flight to Mumbai without incident, and without Tin Amigos' luggage - Yay Kingfisher! We love the Good Times! Boo British Airways baggage handling and American Airlines flight delays. And, yes Mom, I really do have enough clothes for four people.
Kevin, Lauren and Shannon arrived on Sunday the 13th of April. Their first 48 hours in India were typical in that nothing happened exactly as it was planned to happen, and I had my first real face-to-face encounter with the vagaries of Indian travel. Their first day, we rented and rode an elephant, spent 5 hours at champagne brunch, made three trips to the airport to try and find their lost luggage, and went clothes (and bikini) shopping, in anticipation that their luggage wouldn't arrive (which it didn't).
The next morning, with four wardrobes cobbled together from my closet, the Janpath mini-market, and Ambiance Mall, we showed up at the New Delhi domestic terminal to catch our plane to Cochin for beach-going and houseboating. Here's something of the conversation I had as I tried to check us in for our flight:
Jet Airways dude: "Ma'am, you've missed your flight; it left two hours early..."
Me: "Umm....It's 6:30 am and no one notified us that the flight time changed...?"
Jet Airways dude: "Go see the woman at the first desk and she will assist you."
(I explain the situation to Jet Airways woman #1, she passes me to Jet Airways woman #2)
Jet Airways woman #2: "Ma'am, the Cochin airport has been closed and your flight has been cancelled."
Me: "Oh, ok. When will the airport re-open?" (I'm thinking 2-3 hours here)
Jet Airways woman #2: "Ma'am, it will be closed for at least 2 or 3 months."
Our first well-laid plan bites the dust - BIG time. No Kerala for the Tin Amigos. We retreated to the guesthouse to regroup and plan. After some discussion, we booked the best hotel in Mumbai and made a plane reservation on Kingfisher airlines (yes, it's a beer and an airline - 'Flying the Good times') to go a day early, extending our stay to three nights. We then headed off to sightsee in Delhi - Humayun's tomb, Qutub Minar, a little shopping at Dilli Haat and Punjabi By Nature for dinner. Kevin and Lauren fell asleep sitting up as we drive home from dinner - T-r-o-o-p-e-r-s. The next day, Tuesday, we hop a mid-morning flight to Mumbai without incident, and without Tin Amigos' luggage - Yay Kingfisher! We love the Good Times! Boo British Airways baggage handling and American Airlines flight delays. And, yes Mom, I really do have enough clothes for four people.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Ending Radio Silence
So, if you read my blog semi-frequently, you've probably been wondering if I fell off of the face of the earth, or finally met my maker in an autorickshaw, or went AWOL somewhere deep in the Indian hinterland. None of these in fact occurred, but my best creative efforts have been a bit stunted by about five rounds of Delhi Belly. The only blog titles I could think of ran along the lines of, "Sick and Tired, of Being Sick and Tired," and who wants to read that? But, I'm getting back on the blogging bandwagon, and for those of you who like my ramblings, more content is coming soon to a theater near you. In short, in the past 6-8 weeks, I've:
- earned myself the nickname "Petri" and developed an intimate understanding of the Indian antibiotic spectrum
- explored three new cities (Mumbai, Udaipur, and Agra) and miles of countryside in between - I love a Rajasthani road trip!
- hosted three friends from the US for a two-week, whirlwind tour of India
- seen TIGERS!
- had at least 3 boozy brunches
- ridden an elephant (again)
- bought enough kurti and chapals (sandals) to open my own store (as per our house staff - "Dad, did you tip them off - are they going to start calling me 'Imelda' too?...")
- ridden the Delhi Metro - the most fun a girl can have for 6 rupees
- and much, much more...
Friday, March 21, 2008
Go, Go, Goa!
Being this far from home, one has a tendency to cleave to one's countrymen. So, when Geoff, one of the ex-pats from Hyderabad put out an invitation to go to Goa for the weekend, quite a troupe was rallied. I spend the last 10 days working from our office in Hyderabad, which put me even closer to Goa, so I decided to go along for the ride.
We flew to Goa on Friday night, headed for the town of Anjuna. From the airport, Anjuna is about an hour's drive outside of town, along the coast. Even the drive itself is beautiful. Stark white churches, remnants of the Portuguese influence in the area, stand out against the dark green of palm trees. The weather and flora are noticeably more tropical - there are plumeria trees, hibiscus bushes, and coconut palms. We arrived in Anjuna just past sunset and headed into town for dinner at the Oasis German bakery and cafe. In the end, there was a crew of about eleven of us for the weekend, with nothing on our agenda but beach, sun, sand, and having a good time.
On Saturday, we rented scooters and headed down to Anjuna beach for the day. The beach is a long strand of sand, cut into crescents by black rocks and wave breaks. At the edge of the sand, one little grass shack after another offers snacks, drinks, or bungalows for weary beach goers. We ambled our way to the end of the beach and parked ourselves in front of the "Happy Hours." Ronnie, Kelsey, Scott, and Geoff quickly joined up with some local kids playing soccer on the beach. Heather let herself be convinced to get a massage on the beach, and me, I sipped my fresh coconut juice and delved into Passage to India.
We stayed on the beach until sunset, enjoying the warm water and sunshine and then headed back to our hotel to get cleaned up. Heather and I walked to Ingo's Saturday Night Market. Getting there was a little scary - the roads are d-a-r-k in Goa. But, we arrived safely and without too many detours. In general, Goa is chock-a-block with Westerners, and Ingo's is a mecca for that crowd. There are food stalls for French, Italian, German, and Indian food, live music and tons of great stuff to buy. Heather had an avocado sandwich that mysteriously didn't have any avocados. I had a thin crust cheese pizza which was fantastic. Mmm mmm good. The price of goods, unfortunately, is also toward the tourist palate - definitely not local rates. However, there was still good stuff to be had and I was just glad that I now know the difference between a good price and a bad one. Heather and I bought some cleverly-designed backpacks from an Australian woman, I got a pair of gold yak-leather flip flops, and three necklaces made of sunset-colored chunky glass beads. Heather bought some fun skirts and a very cool pair of sandals. Replete with shopping satisfaction, we headed back to the hotel to rinse off and steam in our room. A very good day.
On Sunday morning, we were on Heather time and consequently got up early. It was beautiful out, so we headed back to Oasis for a breakfast of cheese omelettes and banana lassi, and then tooled around Anjuna and Mapusa on our scooter. Mad props to Ms. Heather for taking on the driver's role. I decided to stick to back-of-the-scooter driving. Goa traffic is awesome - we came around a bend on the scooter to find ourselves dodging about seven Yaks of varying sizes - Mooove over!
After our scooter tour, we met up with the entire crew back at Anjuna beach as they finished a late breakfast. We staked out a few beach umbrellas and settled down to enjoy our last few hours in Goa. Unlike the previous day,
we had lots of company. There were quite a few little girls selling jewelry, offering to do mehndi, and generally wanting to chat with the foreigners. We succumbed to the offer of mehndi. The guys started it, oddly enough, with ethnic arm bands, and a huge dragon. Several of us girls were quick to follow with more traditional floral designs on our hands. The mehndi in Goa is black in color, whereas traditional mehndi is done with the reddish natural henna. Before I leave India, I'd like to try getting proper mehndi, but this was a great way to spend an afternoon on the beach.
Tanned and tired, we piled into a jeep for the ride back to the airport. Heather and Scott headed out to Delhi, and I went back to Hyderabad with the group from there. Goa was great fun - I think it will very shortly be unbearably hot, but we really enjoyed the beach and having a lazy weekend.
We flew to Goa on Friday night, headed for the town of Anjuna. From the airport, Anjuna is about an hour's drive outside of town, along the coast. Even the drive itself is beautiful. Stark white churches, remnants of the Portuguese influence in the area, stand out against the dark green of palm trees. The weather and flora are noticeably more tropical - there are plumeria trees, hibiscus bushes, and coconut palms. We arrived in Anjuna just past sunset and headed into town for dinner at the Oasis German bakery and cafe. In the end, there was a crew of about eleven of us for the weekend, with nothing on our agenda but beach, sun, sand, and having a good time.
We stayed on the beach until sunset, enjoying the warm water and sunshine and then headed back to our hotel to get cleaned up. Heather and I walked to Ingo's Saturday Night Market. Getting there was a little scary - the roads are d-a-r-k in Goa. But, we arrived safely and without too many detours. In general, Goa is chock-a-block with Westerners, and Ingo's is a mecca for that crowd. There are food stalls for French, Italian, German, and Indian food, live music and tons of great stuff to buy. Heather had an avocado sandwich that mysteriously didn't have any avocados. I had a thin crust cheese pizza which was fantastic. Mmm mmm good. The price of goods, unfortunately, is also toward the tourist palate - definitely not local rates. However, there was still good stuff to be had and I was just glad that I now know the difference between a good price and a bad one. Heather and I bought some cleverly-designed backpacks from an Australian woman, I got a pair of gold yak-leather flip flops, and three necklaces made of sunset-colored chunky glass beads. Heather bought some fun skirts and a very cool pair of sandals. Replete with shopping satisfaction, we headed back to the hotel to rinse off and steam in our room. A very good day.
On Sunday morning, we were on Heather time and consequently got up early. It was beautiful out, so we headed back to Oasis for a breakfast of cheese omelettes and banana lassi, and then tooled around Anjuna and Mapusa on our scooter. Mad props to Ms. Heather for taking on the driver's role. I decided to stick to back-of-the-scooter driving. Goa traffic is awesome - we came around a bend on the scooter to find ourselves dodging about seven Yaks of varying sizes - Mooove over!
After our scooter tour, we met up with the entire crew back at Anjuna beach as they finished a late breakfast. We staked out a few beach umbrellas and settled down to enjoy our last few hours in Goa. Unlike the previous day,
Tanned and tired, we piled into a jeep for the ride back to the airport. Heather and Scott headed out to Delhi, and I went back to Hyderabad with the group from there. Goa was great fun - I think it will very shortly be unbearably hot, but we really enjoyed the beach and having a lazy weekend.
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