Saturday, December 31, 2011

Alleppey (December 16)

We didn't want to bother looking for places to stay when we arrived in Alleppey that afternoon so this time we went straight to the place recommended by Ramee from Bamboo House in Cochin. 

Faisal's guest house was ok, and just in front of a beach that was surprisingly clean. Nobody talks about the beach scene in Alleppey so we were happy to have a quiet place, not too many tourists wandering about. They were all at the backwaters after all :)



There were a couple of people there already. One of them was Bonnie, who heard us asking about toddy. She showed us around the market area and then took us to the toddy shop and the alcohol store. We wanted to hide the bottles of beer, rhum and toddy that we had. We didn't have a lot, but still we wanted to be discreet. The store gave us this box... Not sure it was a better alternative.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Backwaters

A rickshaw picked us up at 10am from the bus station and brought us to a village on the outskirts of town. It was quiet and there were hardly any people, except the women who work in the shrimp packing factory nearby.


A boat was waiting for us on the banks of the lake and the boatman punted us through a small canal that led to another lake surrounded by coconut trees and fish pens.

It was our day to feel like "royalty." We didn't have to do anything, everything we needed was in the boat. 


We picked this backwater trip because it is the antithesis of the boat trips in Alleppey. Aside from being a quiet place with just 2 boathouses making the trip every day, the lights on the boat are solar-powered and we didn't have a noisy motor polluting the air and the water.


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Just Coasting in Fort Cochin

On our last full day in Fort Cochin, we thought we would try the breakfast in TPot. It's been a while since I had a waffle and Henri wanted pancakes. It's funny how ordinary things like that can be so missed, especially since 98% of the places we've tried served their IDEA of French crepes, not yummy, fluffy pancakes.




Saturday, December 24, 2011

Season's Greetings

To our families and friends -


Merry Christmas!
Joyeux Noël!
Maligayang Pasko!


and Happy Hanukkah!

lots of love from New Zea - no, India!

Henri and Marj

(Picture by Mickaela, fellow Israeli backpacker who made us pose "Indian honeymoon style," hahaha!)

Fort Cochin, Days 1 & 2 (or When We Were Almost Movie Stars)

From Madurai we planned on going to Kumily, a town on the border of Tamil Nadu and Kerala, but the tour operators and hotel staff all said not to go, there are no buses and it's dangerous because of the dam. Allegedly, buses going between the two towns have gone on strike and those that do not comply get attacked... or so they say. On the other hand, once we got to Kerala, everyone said it was just a psywar to keep tourists from crossing over to their side of the subcontinent. Go figure.

Because there were no buses going to Kumily, we decided to take the 4pm train. That also meant an extra day in Madurai. But since we didn't feel like moving around much, we stuck to the hotel room and the restaurants, all conveniently a few minutes' walk from the train station. 

This coffee shop is always full of people! Probably because of the "memorable coffee."

Had breakfast at the rooftop restaurant again, hoping for good omelettes.
Still, it's hard to beat Didi's in Orchha.

Goodbye Madurai!

We were waitlisted for seats in the sleeper train and we got our numbers 30 minutes before the train was supposed to arrive.



Friday, December 23, 2011

Mad Madurai

Madurai never sleeps.

We arrived at 8pm, found a reasonably priced hotel by 8:30 and found a place to eat at 9:30 - not the best place ever, but we thought we would run out of choices if we don't order fast. After dinner we walked around to get a lay of the land and saw that some tea stalls and restaurants were still buzzing with activity. 

We passed by a barber shop and asked how much they charge, but the barber insisted that Henri get his haircut tout suite. Henri said, "but it's late! I'll do it tomorrow!" But they barber was just so darn insistent and we had nothing better to do, in fact it would save us some time the next day so Henri gave in. It was so cool because they specialize in "bear carving," among others... 


What was strange was they had a sign that said they absolutely will not "shave armpits." Honestly, who goes to the barber to have their pits shaved? How lazy are you?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Tricky Trichy

We arrived in Trichy at 2am, and all the guest houses near the bus station were packed for weddings (December is wedding month) so we "trusted" a rickshaw driver with 100 Rs to bring us supposedly 2 km away to a place he said was cheap. It was just behind the street we were in, 400 meters by rickshaw, and he said the rooms went for 250 Rs... 

It wasn't a room, it was a prison cell. It was scary and dark; the blocked toilets were outside, and the shower - well, we didn't even dare to have a shower. We used the toilet only out of extreme necessity.


This picture just makes the place look pretty. In reality, it is one of the saddest things I'd ever seen... except for one room in Kolkata that looked like a good place to die.


We woke up early, just so we could get out of the room. We wanted to get out of Trichy as fast as we could so we also rushed through breakfast and asking for the bus schedules to Madurai.

This is a traditional south Indian  breakfast of idly and gravy,
served on a banana leaf that you fold either towards you or
away from you depending on how you like the meal.

Good thing the main attractions of Trichy can be done in one day. The most popular place to visit is the Sri Ranganathswamy Temple which rises out of this very modern city like a mountain, with stairs going up to the sky.



Saturday, December 17, 2011

Fondly, Pondy (7th and last day in Pondicherry)

On our last night in Pondy, we offered to cook pasta for Manoj, but he ended up cooking for us! He and Henri went to the market for the ingredients, and then passed by Choco-là for some lip-smacking desserts.


I can't show you pictures of the two because they were sweating. Here's a more appetizing sight:



Friday, December 16, 2011

Gingee

Gingee was a blast of fresh air. Just 2 hours away from Pondicherry (we were on a scooter, it could have been faster *wink*), it was like nothing we had ever seen before in India. On a cluster of boulders as big as bizarre mountains, two forts watch / lord over the flat green carpet of rice paddies. Our guidebook had very little information on it, but one little line made me adamant to see Gingee Fort. It said, "like castles misplaced by the Lord of The Rings." Definitely a different world.

Enjoy the pictures for now; full story to follow. 





Auroville (or How To Steal A Parked Scooter) - Post en français

Auroville (ou comment voler un scooter garé) (traduction), vendredi 2 et samedi 3 décembre 2011.

Nous sommes donc à Pondicherry (voir post précédent) et nous avons loué un scooter pour 4 jours à partir de vendredi matin. Nous partons pour Auroville, 10km au Nord de Pondy, après un bon petit dej fait de croissant, pain au chocolat et bon café au lait, comme tous les matins passés à Pondy. Il fallait être entre 14 et 15h au centre des visiteurs pour demander des pass pour le lendemain, vous comprendrez plus tard pour quoi.

Nous étions un peu sceptiques sur le concept même de la création de ce village, mais après avoir parlé longuement avec Manoj (notre hôte à Pondy devenu ami, voir post précédent), nous étions curieux de savoir ce qu'il en était. Pour faire simple, il s'agit d'un village créé en 1968 sur la base d'un rêve fait par " The Mother" "La Mère", compagne de Sri Aurobindo, dans les années 30. Ce rêve voyait un village où tout être humain pourrait vivre librement, lieu n'appartenant à aucune nation, où tout homme de bonne volonté pourrait s'accomplir dans sa recherche de vérité. Le but est l'unité de l'humanité. Cela semble abstrait mais ce village a bien été créé et reconnu par les Nations Unies. 125 pays sont venus déposer un peu de leur terre dans une urne dans le grand amphitéatre et la construction du Mantrimandir a commencé.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Paradise (?) Beach

We are at the backwaters in Kerala right now, and struggling to update the blog :) It's been a hectic few days, and since we hadn't had a strong enough connection since Puri, we haven't been able to post.

Here's where we are today:


Paradise, right? It's a far cry from the place called Paradise Beach in Pondicherry where we thought we could have a peaceful day on the beach.


It started with a over-congested boat ride that lasted for 30 minutes. We had to pay admission fees and camera usage fees to the park which led to the dock where we had to pay boat fees... we realized later we shouldn't have paid for the camera fee, and maybe we could have asked to waive the park entrance fees - but nobody's there to explain anything; they just ask for money then wave you in.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

RANDOM PHOTO DU JOUR 10

While we are waiting for a chance to upload more pictures from Pondicherry, 
let's play another round of 

GUESS WHERE THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN!

QC people, you know the answer!





Puri to Pondicherry (or How Henri Got Food Poisoning)

)Un peu de français plus bas... alors lisez tout le post!

There are limited food choices in Puri, and after 6 days here we were running out of ideas. Henri had a sneaking suspicion that eating at our hotel gave him the runs (une diarrhée) the morning after so we kept trying new places to eat. However, I reasoned, it's just a bad morning poop so it's nothing to worry about.


One Saturday, we tried a restaurant facing the beach. It was supposed to be our rest day, and the following day we planned on visiting the tribes in the Orissan mountains - just something to kill the time while we wait for Tuesday to arrive, because that's the only day that the bookable trains can go either to Chennai or Pondicherry.


After three hours of doing nothing in the restaurant, we went back to the room to do the laundry and slept. When we woke up, it was time to have dinner again. This time, we wanted to treat ourselves; we were curious if expensive hotel food would be better than the places on CT Road (which were not exactly cheap either, they just taste cheap) so we went to the biggest hotel in Puri and looked at the menu. The food was twice the price everywhere else in Puri, but, we thought, if it's just as good as Teej in Kolkata, then we'll go back to bed happy and satisfied.

Little did we know that the most expensive food in Puri would also be the most poisonous.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Konark

We woke up early to have breakfast at 7 so we could pick up the motor bike at 8 as agreed at the bike shop. Breakfast was at a place recommended by Lonely Planet for its dosas, and I asked for a non-spicy one while Henri ordered an ordinary dosa. But when I tasted the dosa put in front of me, it was still spicy; and then the cook gave Henri an uttapam. Duh? Then the cook made another dosa, but put raw onions in it and asked Henri for a little extra money for the onions. Duh squared. Then I asked for napkins to wipe my fingers and a kid gave me newspaper. The day began like a big joke.

After a hurried breakfast, we looked for the bike owner but he wasn't there - neither was the guy at the other rental shop. What's up with the bike owners here? The brother of the owner saw Henri and me pacing up and down in front of the shop and he called his lazy brother to come over. We finally got a bike at 9 am, we put fuel in it and drove from Puri to Konark to see the famed Sun Temple.


We took about an hour and a half to get there because the bike is old and it kept dying; restarting took time. On the way to Konark is a protected forest, a wildlife sanctuary, meaning the place was cleaner than most of India. We were surprised to see such clean rivers and streets, and the highway was newly paved. Incredible!

Entrance to the temple is 250 for foreign tourists, but only 10 for Indians, Nepalese, Thais, and a host of other countries I can't remember. Too bad I needed a passport to pretend I'm Thai!


RANDOM PHOTO DU JOUR 9

Welcome to another edition of GUESS WHERE THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN!

Well, can you? :)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Puri Day 3

Renting a bicycle to discover Puri was harder than we thought. The renters we talked to yesterday were not in their shops... In fact, all the bike rental shops were abandoned! Except for this one guy who had one bike with a basin on top (we doubted if it was really a bike for rent, actually), and another guy way back in the market who said his rate was 4 Rs per hour (a super deal!). He asked where we were staying, and when we said Vishal Plaza he got angry and said he doesn't want to rent it out anymore. I asked why, and he said "I no like that hotel."

So we went back to the other guy, and we got the bike for 40 Rs (0,70€) until 6pm.


The two main things to see in Puri are the beach (done) and Jagannath Mandir, a temple for a local god who was incorporated into the list of avatars (sometimes interchanged with Buddha) but also doubles as the Lord of the Universe.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Puri Days 1 and 2

I woke up at 7am to the sound of school girls chatting loudly around Henri. In a few minutes, it was time to get off the train, we had arrived in Puri at... what time, exactly?



Kolkata Days 6 - 7

We were starting to feel really at home at the hotel. We had laundry drying in the room, we could walk around our quarter without a map, we knew the best place for chai and the cheap place for beer, we'd tried most of the best restaurants (the blog space is too small to show all the places we've been, and Henri begs me to keep it short all the time), the important stuff to see and do, and some locals have begun to recognize us when we pass by -- but we hadn't realized there were other things to see just around the corner from our hotel, and we absolutely had to ride the buses and trams!

On our 6th day, we went east and saw an entirely new face of Kolkata. Not as clean as the rest of the city, but definitely not as dirty as Delhi. There was a small church and a mosque, and since it was a Sunday, lots of weddings too.


Monday, November 21, 2011

RANDOM PHOTO DU JOUR 8

Pinoys, don't let us down!

You KNOW where this was taken right?

Kolkata Days 4 - 5

Day 4 in Kolkata meant going beyond the backpackers' quarter and going a bit south to where the really good food is hiding.

This is our street. Always noisy.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Kolkata Days 1 - 3

Normally, we couldn't be bothered to wake up earlier than 10am unless it's really really important like, say, an earthquake (or a sunrise - Henri. Why are you so serious all the time? - Marj). But we had a train to catch at 9:18 and we needed to catch the bus that supposedly leaves every thirty minutes from Bodhgaya to Gaya.


We caught one at 7:50, which we thought was great, until we realized this bus wouldn't leave until it was full. So it went back and forth the main road, stopping for five to ten minutes in strategic areas, until it was 8:30! We were starting to panic, and we got to the train station at 9: 16! Then we saw the board; our train was rescheduled to 10:50 (11:15 for real - H). Merde. Guess that means we can have breakfast.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Buddhagaya

Nous voilà partis (le Jeudi 10 Novembre dernier) pour Bodhgaya qui est le village où Bouddha a connu l'Eveil après une longue méditation sous le Bodhi Tree, l'arbre du Bodhi. Les gens semble vouloir appeler l'endroit Buddhagaya, c'est écrit ainsi sur de nombreux panneaux mais le nom est pourtant Bodhgaya.

A la gare de Varanasi, les singes ont envahis les quais, et nous sommes très méfiants à l'égard de ces bêtes pas tout à fait sympathiques (voir les commentaires de Marj dans les posts précédents).


Sarnath: The Middle Way

Allez, un peu de français... for the english speakers, please use the translate bar, i know it's not all the time very understandable but that's how french readers got their french translations...:)

Après l'épisode de la veille où nous avons enfin trouvé une guesthouse avec une chambre libre, nous voilà lancés, après un petit-dej plutôt déjeuner à base de cottage cheese sauce masala et riz, sur les traces de Bouddha. En effet, le 1er sermon qu'il a fait, il y 2600 ans, était à cet endroit précisément et le lieu est donc devenu un lieu de pèlerinage très important pour les bouddhistes. Il y a 4 lieux principaux: lieu de sa naissance, lieu de sa mort, lieu où il a trouvé la voie où nous étions la semaine dernière, Bodhgaya, post sur le blog à suivre (nous sommes maintenant à Calcutta mais rattrapons notre retard sur le blog comme on peut), et enfin le lieu du 1er sermon, Sarnath.

L'endroit est entouré de barrières, comme tous les sites important ici, et payant, comme d'hab, 100 roupees pour les étrangers et 5 pour les Indiens. Il y avait ici un monastère très important il y a plusieurs siècles mais les musulmans ont presque tout détruit quand ils sont arrivés dans le coin, il ne reste donc plus que des ruines, très jolies, qui font penser à des ruines romaines mais avec des petites statues de bouddha à la place de Jules César.


Pendant la visite des ruines, nous sommes tombés sur ce charmant serpent d'un bon mètre de long, il est dans l'angle entre le mur et le "sol" sur la photo. Nous avons avertis énergiquement un jeune couple indien qui était assis juste à côté mais ils nous ont regardé comme si ils n'en avaient rien à faire, comme si on les dérangeait. Ok, pas de souci! c'est pour vous, moi je m'en fiche! et nous sommes partis.


Et voilà la Stupa, lieu précis du 1er sermon de Bouddha où a été érigé ce monument en son honeur. Une Stupa est un monument sacré autour duquel les bouddhistes tournent dans le sens des aiguilles d'une montre.


Certains y dépose une ou plusieurs feuilles d'or en signe de prosternation et de prière.



Une grande convention avait lieu la semaine où nous y étions, et des milliers de pèlerins étaient venu du Sri Lanka surtout, habillés tout en blanc. Autour de la Stupa règne donc une ambiance de prière et de méditation, malgré certains Indiens sans éducation qui parlent fort, font le tour dans le sens inverse des aiguilles d'une montre, ce qui a le don de m’énerver au plus haut point! Je ne peux m'empêcher de leur faire remarquer en disant "other way!" mais ils ne comprennent rien bien entendu ou bien font semblant. J'ai vraiment beaucoup de mal avec cette partie d'hindous qui ne respectent rien ni personne. Manque d'éducation sans doute! C'est un endroit de silence et de prière, pas un endroit où on répond au téléphone en parlant fort! Bref...







Un des endroit dans les ruines où Bouddha venait méditer, un temple aux murs très épais, nous sommes passés juste au bon moment pour la photo.


Ceci est la base d'une colonne qui faisait 30m de haut et qui avait 4 lions dans différents positions, symbole d'lnde aujoiurd'hui et symbole présent sur les pièces de monnaie. Le haut de la colonne avec les lions est conservé dans le musée archéologique de l'autre coté de la rue mais les sacs, appareils photos, caméras, téléphones portables y sont totalement interdits, donc pas de photo.


Après plusieurs tentatives de photo de nous deux avec l'appareil sur un mur et le timer en marche, nous avons demandé à un jeune indien de prendre une photo de nous, ce qu'il a fait, mais en nous prenant nous, pas ce qu'il y avait derrière!


Du coup, nous avons attendu que des touristes coréens ou japonais passent, et là nous avons la photo que nous attendions! Hahaha! La photo, tout un art...!


Ensuite, nous avons fait le tour de ce parc, pour découvrir les temples et monastères du village. Voici le temple recommandé par le monsieur anglais d'Oxford étudiant les textes bouddhistes en sanskrit et en chinois rencontré la veille au soir. Le proprio de la guesthouse l'a surnommé le temple 5*.





Il est vrai que ce temple et monastère, où nous avons vu de jeunes étudiant bouddhistes comme on voit dans les films, est le plus beau et le plus riche de Sarnath. Juste à la sortie, voilà le pressing local.


Et voici l'usine à crotte de vache! et oui, les bouses sont utilisées ici, comme dans bien des pays d'ailleurs, comme combustible pour le feu. C'est en fait très propre une fois sec, et cela ne sent pas du tout. A Orchha, nous avons mangé des chapati (pain plat et rond très fin) cuits au feu de bois et à la bouse, très bon! :)


Les rues sont parfois chaotiques, et c'était le cas de celle-là, où le trottoir ressemblait à un champ de mines et la place pour passer pas toujours évidente à voir, mais çà passe! çà passe toujours de toute façon, il suffit que tout le monde se pousse!


Coucher de soleil sur un homme à la fontaine... je suis particulièrement fier de cette photo, je l'aime beaucoup.


Quand on vous dit qu'on rentre à 15 dans un autorickshaw, vous nous croyez maintenant?


Arrivée juste pour le coucher du soleil au temple et monastère Thai, un des plus beau, avec un joli jardin. Les gens priaient autour de cette roue symbolisant le cycle des réincarnations.


Et voilà la grande statue de Bouddha, sur fond de coucher de soleil, oh.. comme c'est beau!


Nous avons fait le tour de la statue et nous sommes assis devant. Nous avons été très surpris par les rituels accomplis par les Indiens devant cette statue et en fait partout où ils peuvent. Il y avait 3 moines bouddhistes derrière nous et j'ai bien vu qu'ils avaient la même surprise à regarder le spectacle, ils avaient l'air plus asiatiques et non Indiens. Nous avons appris le soir même par Sophie, la canadienne qui dormait à la Jain Guesthouse aussi, que les hindous croient que Bouddha serait sorti du bras de Vishnu, ils le considèrent donc comme un dieu et a le droit à tout un tas de rituels en son honneur. Cela me paraît totalement en dehors du message de Bouddha qui a bien écrit qu'il ne fallait jamais le considérer comme un dieu puisqu'il était un être humain comme les autres qui avait simplement trouvé la voie du milieu et donc un moyen de se sortir du cycle des réincarnations (samsara). Il a dit aussi: pas d'encens, pas de statues, pas de rituels. Et là, un femme prend la fumée de l'encens dans ses mains pour l'envoyer sur ses chevilles, ses genoux, sa poitrine, tout çà juste devant nous, et là, sincèrement, j'ai du mal! Je ne peux pas comprendre, choc de culture sans doute, mais on est à l'opposé de ce qu'est le bouddhisme, alors j'ai un pincement au coeur.



L'un des trois moines qui avait l'air surpris comme nous de l'adoration comme un Dieu des Hindous, ramassant son sac avant de partir.


Et voici un arbre dans la rue où Marj et moi avons vu deux têtes différentes sans le savoir avant de revoir les photos. Ici, la tête que Marj a vu: la bouche en bas, la grosse branche est le nez, les yeux au dessus.


Mais moi, je n'avais pas vu cette tête là mais celle-là: grosse branche = cheveux, yeux en dessous et bouche. C'est drôle qu'on puisse voir 2 têtes sur un même arbre, déjà une c'est rare, mais deux....!


Just like the women who were worshipping the Buddha, people will see what they want to see or believe what they want to believe. Some people might see the face that I saw, or the face that Henri saw, or no face at all! That's how belief works, that's how faith works... In my humble opinion. Like I told Henri once, there are people who might think I'm silly to believe in God, and some people might think the people here are so behind to believe in a pantheon of gods; but it all boils down to respecting others' religious beliefs. We met a sufi-type guy once, and liked him until he started spouting hate against jews - but that would be an entirely different chapter!

Et voilà, c'est tout pour Sarnath, nous partions le lendemain matin pour Varanasi où nous prenions le train pour Gaya puis le bus pour Bodh Gaya, lieu de l'Eveil du Bouddha où se trouve toujours l'arbre sous lequel l'Eveil lui est venu en méditant.