Sunday, 15 May 2011

India - Around Manali. Day 281 (22,064 miles)


Someone’s idea of a joke? But as those that have faced a speeding Tata truck approaching on your side of the road will appreciate it’s not actually that funny!


Wrong type of station, we were looking for fuel!


So we found fuel and a truck driver who wanted to get as close a possible to look at the bike. Note the green sticker on the lower side window, not sure his spatial awareness would be very accurate.


This is Mandi at the entrance to the Kullu valley, the valley is very pretty and we thought Mandi looked ok as we drove passed, a few days later we travelled back through the town and sheltered from a hail storm for a while. It’s such a shame when you get up close to so many places in India they are pretty filthy! The drains overflow after a few minutes of rain so it must be foul in the monsoon season and there is so much rubbish strewn all over the place.

It’s not that India doesn’t recycle, they do on a pretty large scale but it doesn’t seem to be the responsibility of the general public to dispose of their litter in bins. There are many desperately poor people (often kids) who pick through the piles of rubbish for items they can sell or eat and animals that then feed of what’s left! In some towns that we have been to plastic carriers are banned so that’s positive, unfortunately there are billions of pre ban bags and other non-biodegradable stuff still lying around.

We were heading for Manali a well known mountain town on the Beas river with views of the Dhauladar and Pir Panjal mountain ranges (part of the Himalayas). It was a slow day, lovely scenery but with the twisty, hilly, narrow roads you would expect in the mountains it had taken us 8 hours to cover 240km.


We decided to stop just short of Manali in a place called Naggar and were very glad we did. It was a small village with enough to keep us occupied (that included eating a lot of cake at the very good bakery) for a couple of relaxing days. This is the view from our hotel’s roof top restaurant.


This is the courtyard of Naggar Castle, very modest by your average castle standards but interesting. Parts of the building date back to the 15th century. It was privately owned by the local Sikh Rajas of Kullu until the late 1800’s and then it was sold to a British Governor for the princely sum of 1 rifle, not a bad deal. Now it’s a hotel, we’re sure who owns it now but as we will mention further on there are quite a few Russian visitors to this area so perhaps the new hotel owner has interests in football clubs as well!


Tripura Sundari Devi Temple, a lovely peaceful mountain temple where locals came and went while we watched, while trying not to appear to be gawping at them!


Naggar was the home of a Russian painter Nikolai Roerich and his family, the family home is now a gallery that shows his work (mainly scenes of the mountains) and also paintings by his son Svetoslav. Personally we had never heard of either although we did like their work, however it would seem they were pretty famous and definitely revered in Russia hence there are quite a few Russian visitors to this small Indian village.


It was a bit rickety but luckily a quiet day!


This is Ravi who runs a guesthouse and mountain treks in the area, we had dinner at his place and he told us how Ted Simon had stayed with him on his second round the world trip. We made the mistake of answering “yes” to the question “Do you know Ted Simon?” Obviously we meant we had read his books not that we lifelong friends but it was hard to get this across, our mistake. Anyway, know him or not I have promised to e-mail this picture to Ted and send him Ravi’s regards!

We enjoyed chatting over dinner that night with Peter a Scot on a 1 month trip to India, he is made of hardier stuff than us and was heading south to Varanasi the next day, no other words for it, that’ll be bloody hot!


We trundled a few Km’s down the road to Vashist a village on the other side of the river from Manali. Yet another great view from our new hotel.




The village had some lovely little alleyways and traditional houses.

Now we know all of you back home in the UK had a public holiday on the 29th April and although we were far away we also shared this special day with Will and Kate……...


The happy couple. Their outfits were designed by the Outdoor Clothing department of Alexander McQueen and selected not to show stains and creases (very important when travelling). In this photo they are joined by Archbishop John and Flopsy the Maid of Honour (watch your hand John I think she’s done a poo).


Archbishop John, Flopsy and celebrity guest Victoria Beckham. Victoria wears garments from her Spring 2011 collection entitled North Indian Hill Tribes.


Chateau La Kingfisher was carefully chosen to compliment the menu (not the piss water stuff eh Will?)


The famous kiss, witnessed by …….well 4 of us if you include the waiters.


The party feasted on local trout, potatoes and veg although ordering was a little like a Fawlty Towers sketch as John fancied Aloo Gobi instead of potato and was not told a definite no (although potato is one of the main ingredients!) He got it in the end but with a portion of potatoes as well (always one difficult guest at a Wedding).

The above is reproduced courtesy of HELLO magazine.

Now the real Will and Kate (the one’s with us) are Brits who are currently travelling overland back to the Uk after living in Oz for 10 years. We originally met them in Bangkok and were honoured to be part of their special day (what do you mean there was no one else you knew in the vicinity!)


The next day the four of us took a ride higher into the mountains along the Rohtang Pass, up to the snow line. The chance to see snow is a popular trip for Indian tourists from further south and is quite a spectacle to see! In true Indian fashion the mountain road becomes a gridlocked mess of cars, donkeys and tourists trudging around in hired ski suits, fake fur coats and wellies (yes, that’s right). It was 28c up there, we were in t-shirts!


The riders and their machines


The two of us courtesy of Will

Bye for now

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Thursday, 5 May 2011

India - Amritsar and Mcleod Ganj Day 275 (21,678 miles)

So, the day came when we just had to get on the bike and get out of Delhi. Anymore dillydallying and we may have left the bike in storage and travelled around on public transport!

We set off early and although it wasn’t long before the rush hour traffic started to build it wasn’t as hellish as we were expecting.






OK, we get the message (should have got a louder horn).


If your moped breaks down it’s always good to have a Plan B.




At times progress was very slow.


John contemplates squeezing between the tuk tuks!


Our first night on the road was spent in Chandigarh which was built as the new capital of Punjab when India was partitioned from Pakistan in 1947. Seemed a nice (very calm by Indian standards) town but for us it was just a stop over in a perfectly ok hotel and a very forgettable and expensive pseudo Italian meal (should of known better but needed a change from curry).

Next we travelled to Amritsar the closest Indian city to the border with Pakistan. It’s a pretty frantic place but we stayed in a great guesthouse a few km outside the city.






Mrs Bhandari’s is like stepping back in time, it is an assortment of buildings that made up part of the Officers quarters in the city’s military town. Most of the fixtures and furniture are from the 1940’s, no telly, internet so slow it wasn’t worth bothering. All in all very relaxing!


They even had a small herd of buffalo that supplied all the milk, cheese and yoghurt.


Every evening the public can watch the border closing ceremony at the India/Pakistan border. On the Indian side it was one big party, lots of Indian tourists attend and are whipped into a patriotic frenzy with flag waving and Bollywood music.


The top of this soldier's hat really should be detachable it would make such a handy fan in the heat!


This photo doesn’t do these ladies justice, they were jogging along at quite a pace. Probably not easy in a sari and it was about 35C.




Very impressive pomp and ceremony.




The biggest tourist draw in Amritsar is the Golden Temple, the holiest of Sikh temples. It is a stunning building and all are welcome as long as your head is covered and your feet are bare and washed.

We missed a good photo opportunity, some young Sikh guys stopped to chat to us and we should have asked them to fashion John’s headwear into a proper turban. I had tied a big check scarf round John’s head in a way that made him look like a cross between Yasser Arafat and a gypsy fortune teller! (sorry no photo of that either!)


One of my most embarrassing moments for a while. This elderly Sikh gentleman engaged me in conversation and before long the question of ‘How many children did I have?’ came up. Now, based on the experiences of others I knew the answer to this should be anything but the truth! So why on earth did I say “We don’t have any children”! He was suitably concerned for me and after asking me many questions about my menstrual cycle (yes I know that’s too much information but just think how I felt!) he determined that something was wrong with my husband and I should get him checked out! If John had known he hopefully would have come and rescued me rather than taking a photo!









The streets around the Golden Temple, fun to watch but with the heat this time of year and the full on traffic and noise it’s hard work to walk around.


John and a group of students we chatted to for ages.


We left Amritsar and headed north climbing to around 1700 metres towards Dharamsala and Mcleod Ganj, this area is close to the border with Tibet and many Tibetans have fled here since Tibet has been under Chinese rule. Mcleod Ganj is now the home of the Dalai Lama and the exiled Tibetan government.

It was great to see snow and mountains as we approached, we had both forgotten how much we missed this type of landscape.


Tibetan monks stage regular candlelit processions and there are lots of events aimed at raising awareness of the Tibetan situation.


The view from our £8 a night guesthouse, not bad eh.


John’s turn for an embarrassing moment. One morning we were having a leisurely breakfast in a nice cafĂ© overlooking the snow capped mountains and a young Tibetan guy handed us a flyer promoting an evening of traditional music and dance. Now I’m always a sucker for this type of thing, John is not so keen but agreed to come along that evening. The evening started with the young performer telling us how his family had fled from Tibet and walked for 14 days to join the Tibetan community in Mcleod Ganj. It was an inspiring story and the traditional dances and songs he performed where ’interesting’. However his repertoire of national dance was limited and he obviously thought he needed to extend the performance (shame he should have quit while he was ahead). He then proceeded to pull audience members (all the men) up to ‘dance’ with him to trashy western disco music. John’s critique of the performance “What a load if shit!”

Friday, 22 April 2011

India - Delhi is smelly! Day 267 (21,131 miles)

Namaste

Yes we know there will have been thousands of blogs, e-mails and in the old days postcards using this title and to be honest we anticipate many more smelly places in India!

Our flight to Delhi was pretty entertaining, at least 80% of the passengers were Indian men who appeared to have been on boys only holidays to Thailand! There seemed to be little regard for the rules that most of us obey, (sit in the seat number assigned, sit down when the seat belt sign is on etc.) in fact the wheels had barely hit the runway and many where up out of their seats and opening the overhead lockers. The cabin crew were fraught to say the least! Mind you we should just be grateful none were up the front in the hot seat, the Delhi papers have been reporting on the many pilots and flight engineers who have been found to be flying in India with fake credentials recently!

But as we are learning here there are some situations where rules and bureaucracy are king (like the Customs and Excise import procedure) and some where rules are made to be broken (like when driving!)

We chose a hotel out of the city and close to the airport as we anticipated the customs clearance procedure was going to be lengthy and arduous. Call us pessimists but there is much information posted on the net from those who have gone before us. We were keen to try to do the clearance ourselves (why not, we had all the correct paperwork?) and therefore save the cost of engaging an import agent.

So, Monday morning we did as we had been advised and rang the airline at 10am to check if the bike was available for us to clear, only trouble was it would seem everyone with freight to collect was ringing at this time and we did not get through until 11.30am. So with half the day already gone we headed to the airport to go through the process now familiar to us (this is our 4th air shipment) of going to the airline to collect the release copy of the airway bill and pay airport charges. Then after a kilometre trudge down the road in temperatures in excess of 35 C we arrived hot and sweaty at the inner sanctum that is Customs and Excise.

No surprise, we left that day without the bike! Everyone was very nice, we were given many cups of chai, but this is a process that cannot be rushed (for there is much paper shuffling, stamping and most importantly cost calculating to do), and one more thing, the next day was a public holiday so we shouldn’t come back until the day after that! We can hear those of you that have been to India chuckling in the distance, there cannot be another country in the world with as many public holidays as India.

We used the next day to tour some of Delhi’s sights……………………





Qutb Minar

73m high tower and mosque complex completed in the 14th century.



Bahai Lotus Temple

Delhi’s version of Sydney Opera House? It was so hot and there were so many people we couldn’t face queuing to go in. Bahai is quite a new religion (a couple of hundred years old) and the aim is to ‘unify humanity’, hmmm nice idea but a bit too idealistic and non specific for a couple of cynics like us. They are building big fancy temples around the world though so the cash is obviously rolling in. I did pick up a leaflet to read which got me a very funny look from John.



Humayun’s Tomb

A mid 16th century Mogul tomb, supposedly one of the earliest examples of the design that was to be refined and become the final design for the big TM.

Day 3 in Delhi and we are back at Customs, we had been told not to arrive until 11 am but by 11.30am we were still the only people in the office and a bit worried we had misunderstood and it was another public holiday!



Shortly afterwards the Customs Officers started to arrive and we were given more chai and told to wait, then we had lunch and waited some more! Anyway, at about 3.00 pm we were given authorisation to get the bike from the import warehouse, unpack it and bring it to Customs for inspection.



The crate being moved outside, note the worrying hole on the lower right hand side. It looked like it was forklift damage but luckily the bike hadn’t been touched.



Unpacking the bike in a car park, temperature well into the 30’s, no shade but……



plenty of willing helpers!

Then back to Customs for some final Carnet stamping (more stamps than any other import) and we were on our way by about 4.30pm



Filling up has become a spectator sport!

With the bike safely locked away at our hotel we stayed in Delhi for a couple more days sightseeing.









Turns out it was another holiday/festival and while walking to the Jama Masjid (India’s largest Mosque) we walked into some celebrations. We have no idea what is was about, the music was so ear-bleedingly loud we couldn’t speak to anyone!







Lal Qila, The Red Fort. The name is a perfect description! This was our first experience of being asked by Indians to pose for a photo with them, some want to chat as well which is nice but for others its just a case of a quick photo and they are off! It felt quite strange but after a few days we were quite used to it.

We did visit other places in Delhi as well and enjoyed the city but wimped out and travelled from place to place by air-conditioned taxi. It’s quite a big city and the heat and humidity were draining.

One thing that made us smile was to find out that much of New Delhi was designed by the British architect Edwin Lutyens and built towards the end of the British Raj period. A couple of years ago we went to view a house that was built by Lutyens and considered making an offer to buy it, although it was only small it‘s history meant it was by no means a small price. If we had gone ahead we would most definitely be at home now shackled to a pretty big mortgage and travelling like this would just be a dream, we both agreed we made the right decision!

After Delhi our plan was just to head west and north and visit the regions of Punjab, Himachal Pradesh and Uttarakhand. However, we did take a quick detour south to Agra to mingle with a few thousand others on a blisteringly hot day at the Taj Mahal.







It is an awe inspiring building but Agra is pretty filthy, overwhelming and crawling with touts so although sunrise or sunset pictures would have been great we were happy to get in and out in one day.



John (feeling a bit poorly that day) at Akbar’s Mausoleum another “one to see” in Agra.