Waiting, waiting, waiting - the scourge of travel, the airport, a necessary evil. Got my Optiontown seats - 3 seats to myself all the way home! Back in Melbourne early Monday morning, am strangely looking forward to it. Until the next India trip, Namaste!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Oh Calcutta
What a wonderful city. It reminds me a little of Bombay with its British Raj legacy, but has its own character, system and soul. The city of Kali, and a recent festival and puja in her name, everywhere I turn I see my tattoo!
What I really love about this city is the transport, efficient metro and particularly the shared fixed price autos, and despite not using its trams and human pulled rickshaws, these too add to the flavour. I am part horrified, part intrigued by the human rickshaws, though I would never make some poor, and predominately what looks like old men, pull me down the streets of this town. Last night I saw a person being pulled along, with their goods on top as well, a washing machine no less - now that is a abuse of human rights if ever I saw one. Fine to have yourself carted around town, it's another thing to do that.
The people too seem very charming (maybe not the washing machine man), perhaps more refined, and seemingly more educated than their counterparts in other large Indian cities. Everyone is eager to point you in the right direction, help with directions or say hello. As for the sights, we have done few instead just walking around the city to get a feel. We did visit the Royal Calcutta Golf Club, the second oldest club in the world, right after St. Andrew's in Scotland, the home of golf. It was very old world Raj, and the course looked lovely, a real oasis in the burbs of this city.
We had thoughts of visiting the Black Hole, though this dungeon is now below the GPO, and the memorial in a church in town. Our kooky hotel, the Fairlawn, kind of makes up for it as stepping into our room is like stepping into a black hole, well at least til we find the lights. Once lit we are graced with an expanse with a huge picture of HRH Betty Windsor on the wall, and a smaller one of a maharaja, just to remind you of where you really are, as this hotel, a leftover from the Raj but on LSD is adorned in pictures of the Royal family and kitch paraphernalia, some common rooms like scaled down version of a Buckingham palace royal room. One amusing aspect is that not only is breakfast included as part of the daily rate, but afternoon tea too!
Well today is our last day in India, as we are bound for KL this afternoon, and home late tomorrow evening. As always it seems we have been away much longer, which always happens in India as it is a sensory overload at the best of times with so much to do, see and experience. And as always I have learnt much about myself, and am leaving with as much love for this country, and a desire to return again my previous six visits. Thanks beautiful India.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
What I really love about this city is the transport, efficient metro and particularly the shared fixed price autos, and despite not using its trams and human pulled rickshaws, these too add to the flavour. I am part horrified, part intrigued by the human rickshaws, though I would never make some poor, and predominately what looks like old men, pull me down the streets of this town. Last night I saw a person being pulled along, with their goods on top as well, a washing machine no less - now that is a abuse of human rights if ever I saw one. Fine to have yourself carted around town, it's another thing to do that.
The people too seem very charming (maybe not the washing machine man), perhaps more refined, and seemingly more educated than their counterparts in other large Indian cities. Everyone is eager to point you in the right direction, help with directions or say hello. As for the sights, we have done few instead just walking around the city to get a feel. We did visit the Royal Calcutta Golf Club, the second oldest club in the world, right after St. Andrew's in Scotland, the home of golf. It was very old world Raj, and the course looked lovely, a real oasis in the burbs of this city.
We had thoughts of visiting the Black Hole, though this dungeon is now below the GPO, and the memorial in a church in town. Our kooky hotel, the Fairlawn, kind of makes up for it as stepping into our room is like stepping into a black hole, well at least til we find the lights. Once lit we are graced with an expanse with a huge picture of HRH Betty Windsor on the wall, and a smaller one of a maharaja, just to remind you of where you really are, as this hotel, a leftover from the Raj but on LSD is adorned in pictures of the Royal family and kitch paraphernalia, some common rooms like scaled down version of a Buckingham palace royal room. One amusing aspect is that not only is breakfast included as part of the daily rate, but afternoon tea too!
Well today is our last day in India, as we are bound for KL this afternoon, and home late tomorrow evening. As always it seems we have been away much longer, which always happens in India as it is a sensory overload at the best of times with so much to do, see and experience. And as always I have learnt much about myself, and am leaving with as much love for this country, and a desire to return again my previous six visits. Thanks beautiful India.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Location:Calcutta India
Friday, November 16, 2012
New Horizons
I'm on the train hurtling towards Calcutta after some long days spent travelling and visiting the sights between here and Delhi. This is the final leg of the India trip and my first time to Calcutta. Although only a brief visit to the old British India capital, I hope it will provide a foundation for a future visit, perhaps as a prelude to Nepal and a Himalayan trek.
The past few days have been busy. Since leaving Jaipur we headed for Delhi where we traipsed the old bazaars, shopped, visited Haus Kaus, and many other bits and pieces. I am amazed how much I did last time on my own, solo travel is much more economical with time. I did however have a much needed day off to myself, and I have realised this trip that I am not a group traveller. On my solo Sunday I visited the Delhi Golf Club, and then Khan Market for some shopping, although no purchases were made. I then walked on to Lodi Gardens, a place I have long wanted to visit, and it didn't disappoint. It is a lovely green oasis of old trees and vast lawns, and being a Sunday there were loads of families picnicking in the sun. But best of all are the lovely old ruins most dating back to around 1469 or there abouts, the old mosque being my favorite, with elaborate relief carvings of the Koran everywhere. I then headed in town to meet up with my travel companion who was on a hoho city tour seeing the sights. Whilst waiting at Connaught Place I was hassled then stalked by a street kid who proceeded to sniff glue and act offensively in front of me. This is a rare thing I must say in India, I have seldom been hustled in all of my trips here. I retreated to Coffee Day which I was hoping to avoid as I have not had a coffee since Kuala Lumpar. So I was therefore forced to eat cake, oh well, with my glue sniffing stalker keeping vigil outside and giving me the evil eye. Of course he eventually disappeared, possibly setting his sights on another western cash cow!
On Monday morning we boarded the Taj Express from H Nizamuddin to Agra on out Taj odyssey but not before boot camp session up and down the platform, as I messed the number of the carriage up, resulting in us running up and down carrying our ever expanding, extremely heavy packs.
We arrived in Agra and did the sights with a guide in tow who part amused, part annoyed us - "look in front of your eyes........", much to our amusement. I must say this is my third trip to the Taj and it still is a building of amazement and delight.
Onward to Varanasi, an over night train, and then the onslaught, more so because of Diwali. The Ganga Aarti at sunset was as lovely as I remembered, with thousands of extra pilgrims in the holy city for Diwali, and the dawn boat on the Ganga still a wonderful spectacular, providing a birds eye view of the devotion of the Hindu masses.
And now onward to Calcutta, a new adventure awaits as we search for the infamous Black Hole!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
The past few days have been busy. Since leaving Jaipur we headed for Delhi where we traipsed the old bazaars, shopped, visited Haus Kaus, and many other bits and pieces. I am amazed how much I did last time on my own, solo travel is much more economical with time. I did however have a much needed day off to myself, and I have realised this trip that I am not a group traveller. On my solo Sunday I visited the Delhi Golf Club, and then Khan Market for some shopping, although no purchases were made. I then walked on to Lodi Gardens, a place I have long wanted to visit, and it didn't disappoint. It is a lovely green oasis of old trees and vast lawns, and being a Sunday there were loads of families picnicking in the sun. But best of all are the lovely old ruins most dating back to around 1469 or there abouts, the old mosque being my favorite, with elaborate relief carvings of the Koran everywhere. I then headed in town to meet up with my travel companion who was on a hoho city tour seeing the sights. Whilst waiting at Connaught Place I was hassled then stalked by a street kid who proceeded to sniff glue and act offensively in front of me. This is a rare thing I must say in India, I have seldom been hustled in all of my trips here. I retreated to Coffee Day which I was hoping to avoid as I have not had a coffee since Kuala Lumpar. So I was therefore forced to eat cake, oh well, with my glue sniffing stalker keeping vigil outside and giving me the evil eye. Of course he eventually disappeared, possibly setting his sights on another western cash cow!
On Monday morning we boarded the Taj Express from H Nizamuddin to Agra on out Taj odyssey but not before boot camp session up and down the platform, as I messed the number of the carriage up, resulting in us running up and down carrying our ever expanding, extremely heavy packs.
We arrived in Agra and did the sights with a guide in tow who part amused, part annoyed us - "look in front of your eyes........", much to our amusement. I must say this is my third trip to the Taj and it still is a building of amazement and delight.
Onward to Varanasi, an over night train, and then the onslaught, more so because of Diwali. The Ganga Aarti at sunset was as lovely as I remembered, with thousands of extra pilgrims in the holy city for Diwali, and the dawn boat on the Ganga still a wonderful spectacular, providing a birds eye view of the devotion of the Hindu masses.
And now onward to Calcutta, a new adventure awaits as we search for the infamous Black Hole!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Friday, November 9, 2012
More Good Friends
Our last day in Bhuj was busy, and for me began waking with what felt like a sore throat - Marie's flu/cold was threatening me. So I headed down the bazaar - main drag in search or a coconut, pomegranate, some citrus and garlic, all to no avail so settled for a chai. Not a morning place, well not my hours at least, an hour or so later I got all, and spent the remainder of the day chewing on raw garlic and chowing down the rest of the natural remedies.
We spent most of the morning shopping of course, through the bazaar, and then finishing at Jay's - Amrat Silversmiths to collect my necklace. Made so beautifully by the family, and then Jay took us to lunch - a hidden Bhuj gem, off the main bazaar, a locals establishment, but total gold. The most amazing Gujarati thali in a great setting, obvious from the stares that they don't get much tourist traffic. Best of all good to catch up with people like Jay, small interactions, chai and chats can turn into great friendships.
Soon it was time to leave, Bharat took us to the station, and we were soon on our way to Abu Road, bound for Mt Abu. It was going to be a long trip - apparent when about 40 pubescent kids got on at Gandigaram also bound for school camp in Mt Abu. It was a little crazy but nothing too unusual, I must admit there is definitely more interaction with the carriage occupants when I travel solo.
We arrived at Abu Road about 12.45am, it was freezing and thankfully our driver was there to collect us, and we were soon in a warm car on the way up the mountain to stay at Bikener House - Palace Hotel, the hill station residence of the Maharaja of Bikener. We arrived and had to wake the gateman, and the desk boy, but we're finally led to our room, and what a room! It was huge with a expansive marble floor, a bathroom nearly the size of my house, and very tasteful furnishings. Best of all there was a mini bar, and as tired as we were we sat up in bed and laughed uncontrollably whilst sipping on our gin mixed with the minibar sodas, the flavor not a concern for us at all. Lights out soon occurred as we had to be up for breakfast and out by 11am.
We made the most of the gardens in the morning, taking a "turn" around the expansive green space. Our driver arrived by 11 and we headed to the Jain temple as it is one of the two most beautiful, the other being Ranakpur, which I visited on my previous trip. And lovely it was, intricately carved marble, a real sight to behold.
After a few hours we were in Udaipur, how I never tire of this city, it is absolutely beautiful with lovely people, and now quite a few nice friends. We settled in for a much needed lunch at our hotel, Mewar Haveli, ordering my staple, Dal Fry with rice. My good friend Manish soon joined us - great to see him and hear all about his new baby girl, born only a few days earlier. He invited us to lunch in a few days to meet her, his wife and mother, an offer I wasn't going to refuse. After lunch we visited my jewellers, Silver Gallery, Bharat and Promod sitting out front as we walked up, happy to see me, why wouldn't they be, I'm a good customer. They made my wedding ring, and I talked to them about remodeling it, and also redipping the diamond trio. And best of all my earrings were still there, my previous trip I had a hard time deciding between two pairs, the other mewari type ones winning ever so slightly over then gold hoops with the ruby drops. But now they were to be mine, all mine.
The next few days were spent being tour guide, seeing the sights, shopping, and eating - all the best food and view establishments ticked off the travel box. The best meals though were the two Rajasthani thalis. The first in Manish's home prepared by his mother, which was out of this world delicious, though only a side line to visiting Diya, his new baby girl of ten days. The second with Bharat my jewellers to the Garden Hotel where we were stuffed with second and third helpings, a fantastic thalis I will definitely add to my eating experiences for future Udaipur visits. This followed a walk around the park with Bharat seeing the library and the lively congregation of elderly discussing politics and issues in the evening air. I do think we should have eaten first and walked later, as I had so much food in my belly, with an overnight train trip to Jaipur to end the evening and our lovely visit to Udaipur.
Monday, November 5, 2012
My Kutch Friends
We have just spent two and a half action packed days in Kutch, and the principal town of Bhuj. Being my third trip here, the absolute highlights for me were visiting those I met on my previous trips, but particularly those from the last. As I knew I was returning I printed some photos of my previous trip, and all of those from the Jat village, but a few others, mainly of my chai friend Jay, a silversmith from Bhuj, his father and sister working in their shop. On our first evening I dropped into the silversmith shop and was met with great enthusiasm by his father, with Jay arriving soon. They are such a nice family, I used to see Jay every morning around 7am at the chai stall where I frequented after practice, alway having a brief chat over the delicious chai. I bought several pairs of earrings last trip and this time got them to make me a necklace, which would be ready the day of our departure.
I was also delighted to meet with my young embroidery teacher Ganga and her father, who also seemed genuinely happy to see me. It was a shame the rest of the family were not home, and although we were running late, I still convinced Bharat that we must stay for tea as Jemal, Ganga's dad seemed disappointed when I said we couldn't stay. It was a lovely if quick visit, but again made me so happy to see them. I had taken and printed lots of photos of the family last trip, and I was most disappointed Bharat had not passed them on. Two years have passed so he got in big trouble from me, and I think Jemal was a little miffed too.
The following day we went to the Jat village - it is a long way off the beaten track, but I was really keen to go back. It really stuck in my mind from my last trip to the region, mostly as the people here had so much spirit and so little material wealth, and I suspect food is hard come by. I took many photos here on that trip, and one in particular is my all time favorite, I call it "Jat Man". But all the photos were great and I was determined to bring them back and give them to the people if we could find them. Bharat looked at the photos and knew where to find one of the ladies who was the subject of quite a few, and from whom I bought some embroidery. As we rounded the corner, there she was as she was three years previous, sitting in the same spot, in nearly the same clothes, and doing her embroidery work. I approached her, took out the photos and handed them to her. The joy in her eyes was a delight, and we were soon joined by quite a few other women, looking at the photos, laughing and chatting, pointing and naming the subjects of the snaps. One young woman came to look, and I recognised her from another photo. But most importantly I asked Bharat to enquire about Jat Man, and he told me that they knew him and where he lived. We walked down a neighbouring dusty lane and into another family compound, Bharat calling his name. A man looking perplexed appeared in the doorway of a modest little house, and as he moved from the dark surrounds I could see it was him. I was so excited to see him, he on the other hand looked confused at me handing him some papers, until he saw his face in the top picture. He too looked so delighted, but not as much as me. He invited us to have some tea, again these people have little but are willing to share. I met his brothers and his son soon appeared, he too in some of the snaps I had given over, looking quite a lot older than those earlier ones where he was very young, nestled against his father. Again I took lots of photos but I know despite his striking, handsome features, I could never replicate or improve upon my first "Jat Man" photo. An outstanding day with so many highlights, none more than seeing my Jat Man.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
I was also delighted to meet with my young embroidery teacher Ganga and her father, who also seemed genuinely happy to see me. It was a shame the rest of the family were not home, and although we were running late, I still convinced Bharat that we must stay for tea as Jemal, Ganga's dad seemed disappointed when I said we couldn't stay. It was a lovely if quick visit, but again made me so happy to see them. I had taken and printed lots of photos of the family last trip, and I was most disappointed Bharat had not passed them on. Two years have passed so he got in big trouble from me, and I think Jemal was a little miffed too.
The following day we went to the Jat village - it is a long way off the beaten track, but I was really keen to go back. It really stuck in my mind from my last trip to the region, mostly as the people here had so much spirit and so little material wealth, and I suspect food is hard come by. I took many photos here on that trip, and one in particular is my all time favorite, I call it "Jat Man". But all the photos were great and I was determined to bring them back and give them to the people if we could find them. Bharat looked at the photos and knew where to find one of the ladies who was the subject of quite a few, and from whom I bought some embroidery. As we rounded the corner, there she was as she was three years previous, sitting in the same spot, in nearly the same clothes, and doing her embroidery work. I approached her, took out the photos and handed them to her. The joy in her eyes was a delight, and we were soon joined by quite a few other women, looking at the photos, laughing and chatting, pointing and naming the subjects of the snaps. One young woman came to look, and I recognised her from another photo. But most importantly I asked Bharat to enquire about Jat Man, and he told me that they knew him and where he lived. We walked down a neighbouring dusty lane and into another family compound, Bharat calling his name. A man looking perplexed appeared in the doorway of a modest little house, and as he moved from the dark surrounds I could see it was him. I was so excited to see him, he on the other hand looked confused at me handing him some papers, until he saw his face in the top picture. He too looked so delighted, but not as much as me. He invited us to have some tea, again these people have little but are willing to share. I met his brothers and his son soon appeared, he too in some of the snaps I had given over, looking quite a lot older than those earlier ones where he was very young, nestled against his father. Again I took lots of photos but I know despite his striking, handsome features, I could never replicate or improve upon my first "Jat Man" photo. An outstanding day with so many highlights, none more than seeing my Jat Man.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Location:Bhuj, Kutch
Life is like a Gujarati Thalis
After an eventful flight to Ahmedabhad we had 1.5 crazy days running around, visiting the sights, eating wonderful food, and power shopping like maniacs. The evening we arrived we visited the SEWA store, formerly Banascraft, now called Hansiba, where we shopped up a storm, and I scored the most divine top with Rabari embroidery, and a wonderful pashmina. We gave one of the ladies a rickshaw ride back to our part of town, given we kept her at work longer than she needed. We then ate a quick but delicious bite at The House of MG, in the casual dining area. Dhal was again on my radar and it didn't disappoint. Off to bed then up the next morning to visit a baolis, a step well, where Rob and I had visited many years before. Then off to the Textile Museum for our booked tour, which turned out not so booked - oh well, it's easy to get in somewhere in India if you try hard! So in we went for an enjoyable, if not theatrical tour and presentation - I had to try so hard not to laugh at times given the tour leaders drama and theatrical timing!
On the return trip to town I noticed I had missed a call from Australia and most importantly what looked like the number from where I'd had a job interview the previous week. So it was necessary to find a net cafe to check messages, but also for some railway timetable information I needed to make some changes to an impending journey. There was no communication re the job so I called what would probably be an expensive message retrieval, which also answered no questions, and if anything left me with a cryptic and incomplete message from which to try and comprehend. With that I tried to shift it to the back of my mind, and we headed to lunch at Moti Mahal, one of the cities oldest restaurants, and where I had previously dined and stayed. Again dhal, some veges and a mammoth serve of garlic naan were the choice, the naan I hoped would both keep Marie's cold from me and also speed up her recovery. After lunch we headed back to our hotel via rickshaw in the afternoon traffic mayhem to undertake a walking tour of the old city, only to find it was " under maintenance" and currently not functioning. However with the help of our trusty hotelier, Mr Anis, who fashioned up a map of the area with directions to Manek Chowk, the main bazaar area, we headed off into the mayhem for what proved not only a great adventure but a great shopping expedition, especially for Marie, at Ganthiwala's, famous for their lovely textiles, which Marie had no difficulties taking off their hands. After a few hours we headed back to Hotel Volga where we had been staying and packed for our next leg of the journey, someone's bag distinctly more heavy than when we had arrived. We stored our packed bags, and headed across the river to Mirch Masala for yet some more dhal and naan, mostly to fill in time til our midnight train to Bhuj, but also as this is such a cute little restaurant, the closest thing to a theme establishment that the city has, old school Bollywood as the theme . Marie admired the surroundings and curios that lined the little restaurant while we ate the delicious food, washing it down with fresh lime sodas as Gujarat is a dry state, so no Kingfishers to quench our thirsts. After dinner, yes more shopping, and time wasting before heading back to the hotel and on to the railway station for our overnight train to Bhuj. Once aboard and on our way it soon seemed like everyone was fast asleep and snoring all but me. But I did eventually go to sleep, waking about dawn maybe an hour an a half from Bhuj.
Arriving in Bhuj we were soon on our way to Hotel Gangaram, our lodgings for the next few nights. A quick wash and off for the best chai in town, before starting our sight seeing early at Prag Mahal. This place thankfully is now under repair having been badly damaged in the '92 earthquake. It is one of the strangest, if not quirky places I have ever been. Deb and I came on our trip 4 or 5 years back, when it was in severe disrepair with the tower and the hall, Durbar Hall itself extensively damaged. What struck me then, and amused me again now, was the huge range of taxidermy, some almost decaying and extremely bizarre. We went up the tower, something I couldn't do on my first trip, and hopefully fortuitous, I was shat on by a resident pigeon, right on top of my head - maybe that job will be mine!
On the way to Prag Mahal we passed Bharat, my rickshaw driver and guide from the previous 2 trips. We went off to Aina Mahal the neighboring sight to catch up with Mr Jethi who together with Bharat had organised our next few days around the Kutch region.
So many things to see, it's going to be an action packed few days!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
On the return trip to town I noticed I had missed a call from Australia and most importantly what looked like the number from where I'd had a job interview the previous week. So it was necessary to find a net cafe to check messages, but also for some railway timetable information I needed to make some changes to an impending journey. There was no communication re the job so I called what would probably be an expensive message retrieval, which also answered no questions, and if anything left me with a cryptic and incomplete message from which to try and comprehend. With that I tried to shift it to the back of my mind, and we headed to lunch at Moti Mahal, one of the cities oldest restaurants, and where I had previously dined and stayed. Again dhal, some veges and a mammoth serve of garlic naan were the choice, the naan I hoped would both keep Marie's cold from me and also speed up her recovery. After lunch we headed back to our hotel via rickshaw in the afternoon traffic mayhem to undertake a walking tour of the old city, only to find it was " under maintenance" and currently not functioning. However with the help of our trusty hotelier, Mr Anis, who fashioned up a map of the area with directions to Manek Chowk, the main bazaar area, we headed off into the mayhem for what proved not only a great adventure but a great shopping expedition, especially for Marie, at Ganthiwala's, famous for their lovely textiles, which Marie had no difficulties taking off their hands. After a few hours we headed back to Hotel Volga where we had been staying and packed for our next leg of the journey, someone's bag distinctly more heavy than when we had arrived. We stored our packed bags, and headed across the river to Mirch Masala for yet some more dhal and naan, mostly to fill in time til our midnight train to Bhuj, but also as this is such a cute little restaurant, the closest thing to a theme establishment that the city has, old school Bollywood as the theme . Marie admired the surroundings and curios that lined the little restaurant while we ate the delicious food, washing it down with fresh lime sodas as Gujarat is a dry state, so no Kingfishers to quench our thirsts. After dinner, yes more shopping, and time wasting before heading back to the hotel and on to the railway station for our overnight train to Bhuj. Once aboard and on our way it soon seemed like everyone was fast asleep and snoring all but me. But I did eventually go to sleep, waking about dawn maybe an hour an a half from Bhuj.
Arriving in Bhuj we were soon on our way to Hotel Gangaram, our lodgings for the next few nights. A quick wash and off for the best chai in town, before starting our sight seeing early at Prag Mahal. This place thankfully is now under repair having been badly damaged in the '92 earthquake. It is one of the strangest, if not quirky places I have ever been. Deb and I came on our trip 4 or 5 years back, when it was in severe disrepair with the tower and the hall, Durbar Hall itself extensively damaged. What struck me then, and amused me again now, was the huge range of taxidermy, some almost decaying and extremely bizarre. We went up the tower, something I couldn't do on my first trip, and hopefully fortuitous, I was shat on by a resident pigeon, right on top of my head - maybe that job will be mine!
On the way to Prag Mahal we passed Bharat, my rickshaw driver and guide from the previous 2 trips. We went off to Aina Mahal the neighboring sight to catch up with Mr Jethi who together with Bharat had organised our next few days around the Kutch region.
So many things to see, it's going to be an action packed few days!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Location:Ahmedabhad & Kutch - Gujarat
Sunday, October 28, 2012
The king of spin
What a beautiful part of the world, a long stretch of serene beach to one side, the Keralan backwaters the other. We arrived at 3 Elephants resort at Cherai beach late morning after a fun and eventful rickshaw journey from Fort Cochin. Originally we had planned to use a combination of local transport - rickshaw, ferry, bus and another rickshaw, however our homestay hosts in Fort Cochin convinced us otherwise. Although a bit pricier than taking local transport, our ride ended up rewarding us in other ways. And what a great journey it was. We went by rickshaw the whole way, it came across on the ferry with us. Our driver was fun and really lit up after I gushed over Sachin Tendulkar. Cricket knowledge and I must say, a love of the Indian team goes a long way here on the sub continent! After crossing the water we travelled along through villages big and small before he asked if we wanted to visit his home. Off the road down a little lane into the jungle like vegetation we headed, soon arriving at his home, his 3 boys and a few friends of course playing cricket out front, dodging the coconut and papaya trees as they bowled and batted. We met the extended family who were keen we took a drink, so we settled on some coconut juice, and watched the harvest of 2 from the tree straight outside their home. After a refreshing coconut it was down to business playing cricket with the boys, and what fun it was, with talk of Sachin, Ricky, and Shane - the king of spin thrown in. However after this short but very enjoable sideline on our trip we were soon on our way again eventually arriving at our destination, 3 Elepants, a French run boutique eco resort at Cherai beach. It will be hard to take for a couple of days but hey someone's go to do it!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Location:Cherai Beach, Kerala
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Chai Madam?
So nice to be back in my beloved India. We arrived last night at some ungodly hour following the best part of a day in KL, running around with a bit of shopping thrown in. The flight from KL was delayed due to a torrential downpour and electrical storm of massive proportions. It also reintroduced me to India again via the way the "turn off your mobile phone, remain seated with your seat beat fastened" can be ignored by most!
We arrived very late to our home stay - Saj Homestay with Saj greeting us and promising a local breakfast delicacy and chai for when we awoke from our much needed slumber. And yum yum - three rounds of masala dosa, pineapple juice and chai - nirvana - a fine greeting.
We spent the day doing the sights, and lunching on dal fry and fresh lime sodas - to die for! Tonight we went to the kathakali dance production, followed by beers and nibbles at Malabar House where Rob and I stayed many years ago. Great day, great reentry, hello India!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
We arrived very late to our home stay - Saj Homestay with Saj greeting us and promising a local breakfast delicacy and chai for when we awoke from our much needed slumber. And yum yum - three rounds of masala dosa, pineapple juice and chai - nirvana - a fine greeting.
We spent the day doing the sights, and lunching on dal fry and fresh lime sodas - to die for! Tonight we went to the kathakali dance production, followed by beers and nibbles at Malabar House where Rob and I stayed many years ago. Great day, great reentry, hello India!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Location:Fort Cochin, Kerela, India
Monday, December 20, 2010
A few snaps (more to come)
 |
| Me, Sparsha & Santhosh at the last reception |
 |
| Lokesh giving me a lift (sari sidesaddle) to the reception after an afternoon with his family |
 |
| On my way to the last reception - black sari |
 |
| Me, Santhosh & Sparsha on their wedding day |
 |
| Meeting the bride & groom at the first reception |
 |
| The bride's sister - and her amazing outfit |
 |
| Anna & I in our saris |
 |
| Silk sari |
 |
| Wishing the bride and groom all the best |
 |
| Sparsha |
 |
| Sparsha & Santhosh during the wedding |
 |
| Sparsha's mehendi |
 |
| Me & Anna at the wedding |
 |
| The silk/cotton sari I wore to first reception |
Friday, December 17, 2010
Missing India
Not a surprise to many, but I am missing India. I have been home just over a week now and while it has been nice to catch up with people, I miss India for lots of reasons.
For starters in India I do not have to go to work, though the reason I get to go so often is because I work! Nevertheless I am now back at it and watching my leave balance accumulate.
Of course I am missing the food, particularly Sandhya's food, and have made an attempt to cook it here. The salads worked out the same - which is good as my favourite thing was the carrot salad. I have also made Prabhaka's carrot cake and it is nearly the same - maybe I will make it again tomorrow. I also miss the chai, particularly the stuff near Mystore on the opposite side of the street where I used to go with Ismael. Oh and I miss the people I met, most definitely those in the house - Carryn, Francisco, Ismael, Maida, Prabhaka, and the lovely women of the house. And now no contact with anyone :-(.
I had drinks last night with some old friends who have also recently been to India - we laughed lots about the absurdities of the place, but reminisced about the wonder and awe it has to offer. To me all that it has, even the bad and annoying makes it what I love about her, and how I am counting the days til I return.
PS. I am not missing the spitting and hacking up of lungs everywhere! And I love having my yoga teacher back, and a nice clean studio!
For starters in India I do not have to go to work, though the reason I get to go so often is because I work! Nevertheless I am now back at it and watching my leave balance accumulate.
Of course I am missing the food, particularly Sandhya's food, and have made an attempt to cook it here. The salads worked out the same - which is good as my favourite thing was the carrot salad. I have also made Prabhaka's carrot cake and it is nearly the same - maybe I will make it again tomorrow. I also miss the chai, particularly the stuff near Mystore on the opposite side of the street where I used to go with Ismael. Oh and I miss the people I met, most definitely those in the house - Carryn, Francisco, Ismael, Maida, Prabhaka, and the lovely women of the house. And now no contact with anyone :-(.
I had drinks last night with some old friends who have also recently been to India - we laughed lots about the absurdities of the place, but reminisced about the wonder and awe it has to offer. To me all that it has, even the bad and annoying makes it what I love about her, and how I am counting the days til I return.
PS. I am not missing the spitting and hacking up of lungs everywhere! And I love having my yoga teacher back, and a nice clean studio!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Homeward bound
I want India back. Arrived in KL last night after a great flight with Air Asia - three seats to myself, exit row, so had a good sleep, and boy I needed it. Bed was late on Sunday night after the last of the wedding receptions. I wore a black sari and lots of Indian jewellery, it was fun and I got to say my goodbyes to a whole bunch of lovely people, including Santhosh and Sparsha, the newly wedded couple.
Sunday was busy, last shopping, and then over to Lokesh and Sukas place for some sweet chapatis. Suka then helped me dress in my sari and then Lokesh dropped me at the reception on his bike, me sitting side saddle in my sari, very Indian lady style!
I was up early yesterday for the last practice - Ajay didn't come as he was apparently sick, so I had one more session of bad adjustments, and actually had a very half hearted practice, it was cold in there and I was pretty tired after the wedding and packing half the night.
Here I am in KL. I am scared to go home - three Christmas trees here in the hotel lobby, I am not ready for this - how India has protected me. Next time I will stay post Christmas. I want India back for lots of reasons, I already miss her, the colour, the saris, even the smells. Oh and I just had breakfast - yes add food to the list of things I miss.
I did however have my first beer last night in over a month, and it was nice. I suspect with the silly season in full swing at home, it will not be the last for a while. Melbourne here I come!
Sunday was busy, last shopping, and then over to Lokesh and Sukas place for some sweet chapatis. Suka then helped me dress in my sari and then Lokesh dropped me at the reception on his bike, me sitting side saddle in my sari, very Indian lady style!
I was up early yesterday for the last practice - Ajay didn't come as he was apparently sick, so I had one more session of bad adjustments, and actually had a very half hearted practice, it was cold in there and I was pretty tired after the wedding and packing half the night.
Here I am in KL. I am scared to go home - three Christmas trees here in the hotel lobby, I am not ready for this - how India has protected me. Next time I will stay post Christmas. I want India back for lots of reasons, I already miss her, the colour, the saris, even the smells. Oh and I just had breakfast - yes add food to the list of things I miss.
I did however have my first beer last night in over a month, and it was nice. I suspect with the silly season in full swing at home, it will not be the last for a while. Melbourne here I come!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
All good things must come to an end! WHY??
I am soaking up my last days in beautiful India. I am trying to fit so much in I fear I will need a holiday when I return, actually there has not been much "rest" the past week, with wedding fever etc., thankfully today is Moonday and there is no practice. Actually I have decided that is what the plane is for - rest, what else is there to do.
Last night I went with Ismael my Spanish friend to Mahesh Prasad Hotel (no booze hotel) for my last butter naan, then we went for our ritualistic and last ice cream sundae at Corner House. This morning Sandhya and Jaya spoilt me with ragi rotis with chutney, followed by chapatis with banana, jaggery, cardamon, coconut and cinnamon. Mmmmmm. I also had to have one with just jaggery, my favorite. Last night I bought a kilo of the jaggery I love to bring home, as if I don't have enough baggage. Today I went in town and did my last bits and pieces (translation = shopping), and this afternoon I am off to a friends for some sweet chapatis and cake, followed by the wedding reception here in Mysore. I have my new sari ready, with some nice OTT jewellery to match.
I have been reflecting on the many things I will miss about India - here's some:
Well best I get on my merry way, I have engagements to attend.
Goodbye from India - as always it's been lovely, I hate to think about leaving, but it must be done I guess. Til next time, and there will be, thanks for coming on the journey!
Last night I went with Ismael my Spanish friend to Mahesh Prasad Hotel (no booze hotel) for my last butter naan, then we went for our ritualistic and last ice cream sundae at Corner House. This morning Sandhya and Jaya spoilt me with ragi rotis with chutney, followed by chapatis with banana, jaggery, cardamon, coconut and cinnamon. Mmmmmm. I also had to have one with just jaggery, my favorite. Last night I bought a kilo of the jaggery I love to bring home, as if I don't have enough baggage. Today I went in town and did my last bits and pieces (translation = shopping), and this afternoon I am off to a friends for some sweet chapatis and cake, followed by the wedding reception here in Mysore. I have my new sari ready, with some nice OTT jewellery to match.
I have been reflecting on the many things I will miss about India - here's some:
- the laid back chilled out life style
- the colour and daily visual and sensory overloads
- the lovely people, rich and poor, people are generally so beautiful - I always miss this
- Sandhya's cooking, and Jaya and the girls
- food glorious Indian food - I have had very little Western food at all this time - I love the food hence the waistline
- sari shopping and wearing - maybe I will get into this at home
- cheap transport - rickshaws, and hooning around on the back of my friend's scooter in thongs and no protective wear whatsoever!!
- shopping, shopping, shopping
- not having to work
- proper chai - my little chai stand on the road
- coconuts after practice
- the carrot cake - though now I have the recipe
- jaggery
- being treated like a celebrity
- that there is no mention of Christmas, no carols, no trying to make you buy crap you don't want, all the major things I hate about Christmas - so far Christmas free here!
- Being called madam
- too too much to mention.
- Noise, stinky smells like you have never smelt before that burn your nose and stay in there for hours
- fire crackers - too many festival = too many excuses to let off crackers that sound like the city is being blown up - oh and mainly just at the yoga student's bed time
- walking into a store, looking at something - any randon reason for a shop keeper to say in a gruff tone - "what do you want?" - not "how may I help you"
- Asking for something in a store and they get out everything but the thing you want
- prices - just tell me the god damn real price - let's not make it a guessing game, or who ever cracks first - I am the master of the walk away!
- Rickshaw drivers that like to try and rip you off
- cockroaches the size of small birds, and rats on the way to practice
- people hacking up their lungs whilst chatting to you or at any given opportunity, oh make that also farting, belching, better out than in!
- Bad or unnecessary adjustments in yoga class.
Well best I get on my merry way, I have engagements to attend.
Goodbye from India - as always it's been lovely, I hate to think about leaving, but it must be done I guess. Til next time, and there will be, thanks for coming on the journey!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Oh I am in love.......
with wearing saris, looking at saris, buying saris, the list goes on. Who would have known, particularly as I have always thought only Indian women look good in saris. That's not too say I think I look good, but I don't think I look horrid, I will review the photos and decide. It just feels like dressing up and very special occasion, and I guess it was, my friends wedding. I will post some shots next week along with my favourites from this trip. But seriously it is sari fever here in my heart and wallet, I just purchased my third to wear to the reception on Sunday, after wearing one a last nights reception and today's divine wedding of my friend Santhosh and his gorgeous bride Sparsha. Man it was sooooo beautiful and long too, but really the rituals looked lovely, despite the photographer bossing and yelling at them throughout. There will be many photos of mine to come, all so colourful, the women in particular looking so beautiful - I had total sari envy, I now look at them in a totally different way.
I am also in love with Indian weddings. What a beautiful couple of days I have had, first Santhosh's grooms day, then the reception yesterday evening in Sparsha's home town, followed by the wedding today. And not a measly 15 minute or hour ceremony, it went for the best part of today. We stayed last night at the divine golf club in the little town following the reception, and then the most of the day at the ceremony. It was just wonderful, I will now take every opportunity to attend Indian weddings, so please if you are having one - invite me! I now have a growing sari collection, and waistline following the wonderful food at the wedding and reception, and also too many of the sweets that were at the wedding from Santhosh's sweet store, Khova in Mysore.
Anyway I wish Santhosh and Sparsha all the happiness and a lovely future together. I am so blessed to have been invited to their wedding, and sharing this lovely occasion with my friend and his bride, and around a 1000 others.
I am also in love with Indian weddings. What a beautiful couple of days I have had, first Santhosh's grooms day, then the reception yesterday evening in Sparsha's home town, followed by the wedding today. And not a measly 15 minute or hour ceremony, it went for the best part of today. We stayed last night at the divine golf club in the little town following the reception, and then the most of the day at the ceremony. It was just wonderful, I will now take every opportunity to attend Indian weddings, so please if you are having one - invite me! I now have a growing sari collection, and waistline following the wonderful food at the wedding and reception, and also too many of the sweets that were at the wedding from Santhosh's sweet store, Khova in Mysore.
Anyway I wish Santhosh and Sparsha all the happiness and a lovely future together. I am so blessed to have been invited to their wedding, and sharing this lovely occasion with my friend and his bride, and around a 1000 others.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
It's all happening now - well all except yoga practice!
The days are flying by with so much to do so little time. Many of my new Mysore friends are leaving or have just left. I took Carryn to the station the other morning for her first ever Indian railway journey, and also bought my ticket out of town for next Monday. Others in the house have left leaving just Ismael from Spain and I, as well as Sandhya and Jaya of course. Ismael and I have been zooming around on his scooter, and have recently rediscovered the ice-cream parlour, where we are currently trying to eat our way through the sundaes menu. Spanglish continues to be the lingo of the day!
Yesterday was the first of the wedding functions, where they do pooja in the home and get the groom ready. It was really lovely, though Santhosh told me just to come casually, so I dressed nice yoga casual (that's all I have), only to arrive to find all the ladies in their sari and jewellery finery. So the purchase of another sari was in order and occurred yesterday afternoon so I don't do the "just casual" routine again. It is black and white with some red and a gold border - it is a bit Sass and Bide do saris I think, anyway it will make a few nice outfits later and did not cost a fortune. The one I really loved I could see would end in disaster as it was silk chiffon with a fantastic gold border with a bit of green, with a grand price to match. Problem is you love all these wild colours here, and get back home to the land of dull and black and discover you were a bit out of your mind. Anyway I hope I can pull them off - it's all very exciting. Also have a raft of bangles and bling to go with the outfits.
Today we leave for the town where the wedding is - tonight there is a reception, and tomorrow morning at 9am the marriage occurs. I have a fancy sari for that occasion. On Sunday evening there is the wedding reception in Mysore. Sunday is also Moonday so no practice, and today I skipped vinyasa class as I feel all stuffed up - it is a little cold here at the moment, and I have to swan around in saris over the next few days. And you know I am a bit over the over-adjustment, adjust you in ever damn pose for the sake of it class - and if anyone plays piano fingers on my back or shoulder again I will scream!! Looking forward to practice back at home with Karyn. Anyway I only have Monday morning now - so will get my ass out of bed for the last time at 4.30am then.
Well it's time to head off to the wedding festivities. Full report tomorrow night!
Yesterday was the first of the wedding functions, where they do pooja in the home and get the groom ready. It was really lovely, though Santhosh told me just to come casually, so I dressed nice yoga casual (that's all I have), only to arrive to find all the ladies in their sari and jewellery finery. So the purchase of another sari was in order and occurred yesterday afternoon so I don't do the "just casual" routine again. It is black and white with some red and a gold border - it is a bit Sass and Bide do saris I think, anyway it will make a few nice outfits later and did not cost a fortune. The one I really loved I could see would end in disaster as it was silk chiffon with a fantastic gold border with a bit of green, with a grand price to match. Problem is you love all these wild colours here, and get back home to the land of dull and black and discover you were a bit out of your mind. Anyway I hope I can pull them off - it's all very exciting. Also have a raft of bangles and bling to go with the outfits.
Today we leave for the town where the wedding is - tonight there is a reception, and tomorrow morning at 9am the marriage occurs. I have a fancy sari for that occasion. On Sunday evening there is the wedding reception in Mysore. Sunday is also Moonday so no practice, and today I skipped vinyasa class as I feel all stuffed up - it is a little cold here at the moment, and I have to swan around in saris over the next few days. And you know I am a bit over the over-adjustment, adjust you in ever damn pose for the sake of it class - and if anyone plays piano fingers on my back or shoulder again I will scream!! Looking forward to practice back at home with Karyn. Anyway I only have Monday morning now - so will get my ass out of bed for the last time at 4.30am then.
Well it's time to head off to the wedding festivities. Full report tomorrow night!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thrice as much fun..............
Well today someone actually threw "thrice", my favourite Indian-English word, into conversation. I had a massage and was covered in oil - particularly my hair, anyway Lekhan the massage guy said to wash my hair twice or thrice!! The word was also recently widely used in the promotional tag line of a Bollywood blockbuster trilogy, Goomaal, (or some such name), "Thrice as much fun this Diwali". anyway small things amuse small minds I guess. Oh and I had my first western hot shower today after the massage - I think it made me all dopey and tired, so am back to the bucket again now thank the gods!
Today was rest day and rest I did, beginning with an hour and a half massage, which after I just went home and to bed. I got up again at about 2.30pm and the ladies downstairs gave me some of their lunch cook up - tomato rice, raita, followed by yummy scrummy gulab jamon. Carryn and I then walked into town to look at books and eat ice-cream. I bought a book about Indian Gods and Goddesses, and a few other bits and pieces and organised another pair of reading glasses to be made. And had pineapple and mango ice-cream
My final week of practice begins tomorrow with back bending class, but looks like I will miss a class later this week due to the wedding. Anna and I are quite excited about the wedding, though the details of how we get there, where we stay etc. are a mystery, though I am sure all will work out. Monday evening we have our sari fitting at Badsha, and then we will have to get some bangles and bling, can't wait. Oh and I picked up the dress my wonderful tailor Lokesh was copying for me - it looks totally amazing, he's done such a great job and it only cost Rs 450, as opposed to the original price of the dress - AUD $460 (though I didn't pay that). I will wear it to the reception next Sunday. Also had some wonderful daal last night and the best butter naan ever - with sesame seeds! So one week to do and eat all the things I need to, before coming back to earth, well Australia. At least someone has said thrice!
Today was rest day and rest I did, beginning with an hour and a half massage, which after I just went home and to bed. I got up again at about 2.30pm and the ladies downstairs gave me some of their lunch cook up - tomato rice, raita, followed by yummy scrummy gulab jamon. Carryn and I then walked into town to look at books and eat ice-cream. I bought a book about Indian Gods and Goddesses, and a few other bits and pieces and organised another pair of reading glasses to be made. And had pineapple and mango ice-cream
My final week of practice begins tomorrow with back bending class, but looks like I will miss a class later this week due to the wedding. Anna and I are quite excited about the wedding, though the details of how we get there, where we stay etc. are a mystery, though I am sure all will work out. Monday evening we have our sari fitting at Badsha, and then we will have to get some bangles and bling, can't wait. Oh and I picked up the dress my wonderful tailor Lokesh was copying for me - it looks totally amazing, he's done such a great job and it only cost Rs 450, as opposed to the original price of the dress - AUD $460 (though I didn't pay that). I will wear it to the reception next Sunday. Also had some wonderful daal last night and the best butter naan ever - with sesame seeds! So one week to do and eat all the things I need to, before coming back to earth, well Australia. At least someone has said thrice!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
How to choose a sari?
Today was sari shopping day. After practice and breakfast I took a quick stroll to the government silk factory to check out the Mysore silk saris, however short of mortgaging the house, and given nothing really knocked me out for the price, it was a rickshaw straight to Badsha's on Deveraja Urs road via Coffee Day to fuel the sari shopping frenzy and to meet up with Anna.
The usual friendly greeting from all staff occurred at Badsha's, and so it should given I have spent part of every trip in that store buying beautiful fabric, kurtas and dragging half of the new arrivals to town with me. My man, Illias was eventually on hand - I think he knows my taste better than me, and is certainly not backward in telling me if he thinks something doesn't suit me. Anna was a little more decisive and soon had shortlisted a few. I on the other hand had the biggest mound of rejects, and also a large pile of potentials, each one of the shortlisted potentials so beautiful I could have bought them all. Despite this I am still convinced I will look hideous, but when in Rome, one must wear a sari to a wedding! I showed Illias a picture of the only white woman I have ever seen look good in a sari (Ashley Judd - google it she looks beautiful), anyway he thought it was me - so he gets double points, smooth selling guy - he's a darl. Nevertheless many photos were taken, chai was downed, and then I had to buckle down to a decision. I finally made my choice, and then promptly changed my mind, going for a very traditional "Indian" look apparently, actually it was my first like, then I changed colour directions, same sari style different colours and design, but then went back to the gold and pinky red with a gold and purple border, from a shot blue and pink one. I think the selling point was the mango/paisley design - it is a really pretty sari - I hope I can do it justice. The tailor came and measured us for the under garments, I asked if I could have the blouse to my waist, receiving much poo hooing from the boys in the shop, but they don't understand we don't show our bellies, and particularly post 40, their women not showing shoulders and legs at any age. Oh well white flab will be on show for sure now, unless of course I down a glass and a half of local water in the next day or so almost ensuring illness and subsequent weight loss!
Practice today was vinyasa class - not my favorite - it is hard, but necessary for lazy old me. I much prefer back bending class, but tomorrow is Mysore style practice, Saturday rest day (yay), and Sunday back breaking, I mean bending class. Then one practice week to go, though will probably miss a class on the Friday for the wedding - it will probably take half the day to get wrapped up in my sari. Bring it on!
The usual friendly greeting from all staff occurred at Badsha's, and so it should given I have spent part of every trip in that store buying beautiful fabric, kurtas and dragging half of the new arrivals to town with me. My man, Illias was eventually on hand - I think he knows my taste better than me, and is certainly not backward in telling me if he thinks something doesn't suit me. Anna was a little more decisive and soon had shortlisted a few. I on the other hand had the biggest mound of rejects, and also a large pile of potentials, each one of the shortlisted potentials so beautiful I could have bought them all. Despite this I am still convinced I will look hideous, but when in Rome, one must wear a sari to a wedding! I showed Illias a picture of the only white woman I have ever seen look good in a sari (Ashley Judd - google it she looks beautiful), anyway he thought it was me - so he gets double points, smooth selling guy - he's a darl. Nevertheless many photos were taken, chai was downed, and then I had to buckle down to a decision. I finally made my choice, and then promptly changed my mind, going for a very traditional "Indian" look apparently, actually it was my first like, then I changed colour directions, same sari style different colours and design, but then went back to the gold and pinky red with a gold and purple border, from a shot blue and pink one. I think the selling point was the mango/paisley design - it is a really pretty sari - I hope I can do it justice. The tailor came and measured us for the under garments, I asked if I could have the blouse to my waist, receiving much poo hooing from the boys in the shop, but they don't understand we don't show our bellies, and particularly post 40, their women not showing shoulders and legs at any age. Oh well white flab will be on show for sure now, unless of course I down a glass and a half of local water in the next day or so almost ensuring illness and subsequent weight loss!
Practice today was vinyasa class - not my favorite - it is hard, but necessary for lazy old me. I much prefer back bending class, but tomorrow is Mysore style practice, Saturday rest day (yay), and Sunday back breaking, I mean bending class. Then one practice week to go, though will probably miss a class on the Friday for the wedding - it will probably take half the day to get wrapped up in my sari. Bring it on!
And so begin the goodbyes
One of the things with being here in Mysore in the yoga community is that you meet so many people. Most are merely just acquaintances, hellos at breakfast, chats at lunch, smiles here and there, but a few you know you will keep in contact with, some you know or hope you will meet again.
Today I had my first goodbye, one of my housemates, and although he had only been there for a just less than 2 weeks, we became quite good friends. And he is an amazing person, the likes of whom I don't think I have met before. He is living yoga, a fantastic and interesting soul. Anyway that makes saying goodbye sad, though I am sure we will meet again. But with time drawing to a close for me and a few others, it just means more goodbyes. A yoga exercise or lesson in impermanence I guess.
On a brighter note my back has not yet been broken, I was fearing yesterday with the marichiasana C adjustment that it was only moments away, till I remembered my voice - enough! So that has brought on some back strengthening exercises, and a bit of a lecture too. No other major news practice wise, still enjoying it, though not tomorrows vinyasa class me thinks! YUK. I might have to reward myself with a massage in the next day or two.
Days are still full of shopping, chai, more chai and shopping, eating lunch at Sandhya's, visiting the tailors, more self indulgent activities, and tomorrow sari shopping. And I know the choice will be overwhelming to say the least. The wedding is next week, I have the invite, still not sure how I am getting there yet, maybe with Santhosh's Iranian friend who I know. Oh and Anna is coming too so I will have a friend - the two of us gussied up in saris, most likely melting, hair a frizz! What fun, I am just looking forward to finding a sari and hoping I don't look too ridiculous.
Well the next few days brings more goodbyes from my house, Carryn from Sth Africa is moving on to some yoga in Goa, Medha, Prabaka and their baby are going back to China. A new guy moved in today taking Francisco's room, that leaves him, Ismail from Spain and I, til the next yoga students hit town and the cycle begins again. Bye for now.
Today I had my first goodbye, one of my housemates, and although he had only been there for a just less than 2 weeks, we became quite good friends. And he is an amazing person, the likes of whom I don't think I have met before. He is living yoga, a fantastic and interesting soul. Anyway that makes saying goodbye sad, though I am sure we will meet again. But with time drawing to a close for me and a few others, it just means more goodbyes. A yoga exercise or lesson in impermanence I guess.
On a brighter note my back has not yet been broken, I was fearing yesterday with the marichiasana C adjustment that it was only moments away, till I remembered my voice - enough! So that has brought on some back strengthening exercises, and a bit of a lecture too. No other major news practice wise, still enjoying it, though not tomorrows vinyasa class me thinks! YUK. I might have to reward myself with a massage in the next day or two.
Days are still full of shopping, chai, more chai and shopping, eating lunch at Sandhya's, visiting the tailors, more self indulgent activities, and tomorrow sari shopping. And I know the choice will be overwhelming to say the least. The wedding is next week, I have the invite, still not sure how I am getting there yet, maybe with Santhosh's Iranian friend who I know. Oh and Anna is coming too so I will have a friend - the two of us gussied up in saris, most likely melting, hair a frizz! What fun, I am just looking forward to finding a sari and hoping I don't look too ridiculous.
Well the next few days brings more goodbyes from my house, Carryn from Sth Africa is moving on to some yoga in Goa, Medha, Prabaka and their baby are going back to China. A new guy moved in today taking Francisco's room, that leaves him, Ismail from Spain and I, til the next yoga students hit town and the cycle begins again. Bye for now.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Moonday
Today is full moon, and yesterday was rest day so it was nice to have two days off practice, particularly for an old Ashtangi like me! Friday I again went to the bone setter which was great but again a little painful - that guy is strong. I certainly hope my back is back in - he cracked it and many other bones in my body, well not literally, but only practice tomorrow will tell if it's better, but being just a little out it has made my hamstring sore and a few of the twists, particularly with the fondness for adjustments here have meant a bit of pain. Anyway all in all my body is feeling ok so hopefully the next two weeks will be cruisy too.
The weekend off has given us time to just hang out, I've watched a few movies with my housemates, done some sightseeing, and today went on a trip out of town to a waterfall and a temple, both which were great. The road there on the other hand was not and I am still feeling a bit of motion sickness. I am debating in my mind weather I should go and have some daal, or stay hungry, though I hate waking for practice starving! And although I am soooo tired, I better fill in some time before bed. That sounds sorted - daal it is.
Two weeks to go - how quickly it has gone. I am really enjoying the vibe in Lakshmipuram and Krishnamurtypuram, my current neighbourhoods. Life is more layed back here than Gokulam, though I have been over there a bit, especially since Anna, one of the fellow Melbourne girls arrived! I think tomorrow I will chill on this side after practice though. I need to watch Sandhya cook too so that I can master this. I did the cake class on Friday with Prabaka, so now have the famous Mysore carrot cake to add to my repertoire. Why is all this food so yummy, so much for coming home thin and gorgeous!
Well talking of food, my daal awaits, so best I go and enjoy what's left of full moon day.
The weekend off has given us time to just hang out, I've watched a few movies with my housemates, done some sightseeing, and today went on a trip out of town to a waterfall and a temple, both which were great. The road there on the other hand was not and I am still feeling a bit of motion sickness. I am debating in my mind weather I should go and have some daal, or stay hungry, though I hate waking for practice starving! And although I am soooo tired, I better fill in some time before bed. That sounds sorted - daal it is.
Two weeks to go - how quickly it has gone. I am really enjoying the vibe in Lakshmipuram and Krishnamurtypuram, my current neighbourhoods. Life is more layed back here than Gokulam, though I have been over there a bit, especially since Anna, one of the fellow Melbourne girls arrived! I think tomorrow I will chill on this side after practice though. I need to watch Sandhya cook too so that I can master this. I did the cake class on Friday with Prabaka, so now have the famous Mysore carrot cake to add to my repertoire. Why is all this food so yummy, so much for coming home thin and gorgeous!
Well talking of food, my daal awaits, so best I go and enjoy what's left of full moon day.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
It's so exhausting doing nothing
The past two days after practice, I have replenished my body and then napped til lunch. I feel so lazy and at the same time I wonder how I go to practice, go to work, go home cook etc. every day without a nap. But I guess besides the practice itself, which don't get me wrong, has been hard in a number of ways, there are all the other extra-curricular activities such as shopping, socialising, reading, eating, and a number of others which require quite a bit of energy and output! So I suppose that's why I am exhausted.
My lower back has also been a bit sore, a few strong adjustments in a few of the twists have twinged a previous lower back niggle. Hopefully the bone setter can sort that out this Friday when I make a return appearance to slide around on the floor covered in oil as I am pulverised by the wrestling big boy - sounds positively wrong when I put it like that, trust me it's all above board - I'll try and take photos between pursing my lips and swearing on the inside, just to prove it. Anyway back to practice - Ajay has me doing more drop back preparations against the wall, and a few other torture exercises under the guise of preparation and asana! But besides the back I am feeling good, regardless of what I may say about being exhausted. Many people are doing 2 classes a day which makes me tired at the though - but most of them are under 25 - so they have plenty of energy to burn! My skin feels amazing too, all the sweating and heat, and all the great food I am eating.
As for other activities I was hanging out yesterday afternoon after lunch in Badsha's new silk shop, admiring the saris with a family shopping for some wedding attire - oh it was fun. I definitely have some ideas for a sari for the wedding I am going to attend, and am shocked at the potential cost of my favourite ones.. I've also been watching Bollywood films with my house mates Karen and Francisco. They are two great people, so much fun, both very different, and it's been nice hanging with them. It rained a lot around lunch time today, and then Francisco and I walk around the city and back, shopping, chatting and getting very muddy, so see this is why I am exhausted.
Best I go home now and rest for I'm up at 4.30am for practice, then the day is mine to do nothing and be exhausted!
My lower back has also been a bit sore, a few strong adjustments in a few of the twists have twinged a previous lower back niggle. Hopefully the bone setter can sort that out this Friday when I make a return appearance to slide around on the floor covered in oil as I am pulverised by the wrestling big boy - sounds positively wrong when I put it like that, trust me it's all above board - I'll try and take photos between pursing my lips and swearing on the inside, just to prove it. Anyway back to practice - Ajay has me doing more drop back preparations against the wall, and a few other torture exercises under the guise of preparation and asana! But besides the back I am feeling good, regardless of what I may say about being exhausted. Many people are doing 2 classes a day which makes me tired at the though - but most of them are under 25 - so they have plenty of energy to burn! My skin feels amazing too, all the sweating and heat, and all the great food I am eating.
As for other activities I was hanging out yesterday afternoon after lunch in Badsha's new silk shop, admiring the saris with a family shopping for some wedding attire - oh it was fun. I definitely have some ideas for a sari for the wedding I am going to attend, and am shocked at the potential cost of my favourite ones.. I've also been watching Bollywood films with my house mates Karen and Francisco. They are two great people, so much fun, both very different, and it's been nice hanging with them. It rained a lot around lunch time today, and then Francisco and I walk around the city and back, shopping, chatting and getting very muddy, so see this is why I am exhausted.
Best I go home now and rest for I'm up at 4.30am for practice, then the day is mine to do nothing and be exhausted!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Back Bending Class
Ok today was my first back bending class, and it was murder. I did my practice at 7am, and then went back to the shala for the 1pm class. To begin with it was like a sauna in there, with so many people, and due to the hot day as well.
The class was mental - a few times I though I was going to die. Ajay goes so quickly there is not time to catch your breathe or day dream! It will be interesting to see if this helps out my back bending and path to drop backs, or just plain kills me. Anyway I am going to write down the regime and try and keep it up one or twice a week when I get home, well that's the plan.
On the food front I am glad tomorrow is Monday as I get to eat Sandhya's lunch again - can't wait. Quiet day today, well with all the practice it was hard to fit anything else in with having to eat and rest.
Anyway one week down - three to go, and I am still OK. Looking forward to more now - well all except vinyasa class, give me back bending any day!
The class was mental - a few times I though I was going to die. Ajay goes so quickly there is not time to catch your breathe or day dream! It will be interesting to see if this helps out my back bending and path to drop backs, or just plain kills me. Anyway I am going to write down the regime and try and keep it up one or twice a week when I get home, well that's the plan.
On the food front I am glad tomorrow is Monday as I get to eat Sandhya's lunch again - can't wait. Quiet day today, well with all the practice it was hard to fit anything else in with having to eat and rest.
Anyway one week down - three to go, and I am still OK. Looking forward to more now - well all except vinyasa class, give me back bending any day!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)