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.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

From Varanasi to Sarnath

We woke up before sunrise to catch the Ganges before it wakes up, but apparently it doesn't sleep.



Dozens of boats full of tourists soon filled the river's edge.


To take pictures of the pilgrims taking their early morning dip.


One minute it was dark, and the next minute the horizon was misty grey.


And as each boat emptied its contents back into the ghats, the (fake) saddhus descended upon the tourists to ask for alms in exchange for pictures.


And once the sun came out, life more or less went back to normal.




This time we walked to the north of the river, where again we walked unwittingly into a cremation. A man came up to us, shouting we shouldn't take pictures even though we didn't take any. He said we were in big trouble and asked for a "donation."

So Henri told the man to scram, then the man got angry and said we were taking pictures of the bodies and shouted that we were bad. He was making such a ruckus that I told Henri we should walk away, but Henri shouted back at the guy until the little cockroach said he would bamboo us. WTF. Henri said, "Go ahead!" Then the little cockroach took a bottle that washed ashore, still full of Ganges water, and aimed at Henri!



I catched it and asked for the help of other Indians around. They said something to him and he left. We found him ready to annoy a group of tourists on the other side so I pushed him hard, he became crazy, must be on drugs and I pushed him a few times before an Indian told him to leave. This guy, working here in respect, told me the other guy is crazy and taking money from tourists for drugs. I told him I was shocked they would let such an insect stay around such a holy place.

I needed to stay here for a while, such an impressive and emotional place. I didn't want this b*stard to spoil the moment. Seeing burning bodies is something really deep and intense. The other guy said "forget about him, he is nothing", and he is right. What a emotion there! Then Marj and I kept on walking, watching people washing in the river.


Now, to treat a cremation as if it were the Taj Mahal is insulting to the grieving family and I don't know why anyone would want to make money out of turning death into a show - but that's just me.






My heel was hurting very badly more and more since I fell from the tree in Khajuraho. We tried to go in the little streets up but turned around for 20-30 minutes to end up in the same ghat!


It was very interesting to walk along the small streets of Varanasi, it seems like it hasn't changed in hundreds of years. I'm sure if I had a time machine, it would have looked exactly the same in the age of rajahs. Because we were still in Diwali week, the houses were freshly painted a very bright shade of blue and looked all cute and clean - except they weren't. There were cow pies every few inches, sometimes human poop, the stench of urine assaulted the senses from all sides, and garbage lay forgotten on every street.

At some point, we stumbled upon an area full of military men. We heard there were soldiers guarding the Golden Temple against terrorists, but nothing prepared me for the crush of humanity pushing at the gates. We could hardly get through, and I was surprised that those who pushed hardest were the chunky women!

A soldier pulled me out of the crowd, and once we got out I saw a guy talking to Henri (I think he was a postcard seller). The guy said Henri was right to do what he did in the burning ghats - news travels fast here! Eventually, we escaped the bottleneck at the temple and arrived at Brown Bread Bakery...


Where Henri got the buffet breakfast and I got a salami sammich! SALAMEEEEHHH!


The food is highly recommended, and they have Italian cheese duplicated in the Himalayas and Auroville in India. Great to have some good food! And they support a women's coop and a school for needy kids too, so it was money very, very well spent!


The next morning, we had an early breakfast at Jyoti Cafe and bought clothes at a shop recommended by Emilie, a French girl we met at the guest house. She gave us a magic word that could get us a discount, and it worked! Henri got a new kurta and I bought a sweater in case we make it to Darjeeling. I got to bargain it down from 500 to 300. Then we rushed back to pack our stuff and get out of Varanasi.


Getting a rickshaw out of the backpacker's area was a ginormous headache. The rickshaw drivers all asked two to three times the amount they would ask of Indians. Eventually, we got a cycle rickshaw who asked for double the price, but since he worked hard we gave him a ten rupee tip --- but he asked for more once he dropped us off. I felt sorry for him, but ENOUGH WITH THE DRAMA! Just work hard like the rest of the population, man!

At the train station, we took tickets for the train to Gaya three days in advance. It took a long time because the man at the counter didn't have change and he took 30 minutes to get back. We were still lucky though, because the power died after we got our tickets. And from here, we took a prepaid rickshaw to Sarnath - but that didn't stop the driver from asking for a big tip, although we were offering him ten rupees. Why the h*ll are they so insulted by ten rupees?

Sprucing up like it was Christmas!


But what's important is we got to Sarnath - the place where the Buddha gave his first sermon. We had a bit of trouble getting shelter because we arrived at the beginning of the big buddhist conference; and buddhists from all around the world had just landed along with us. We found a room at the Jain Paying guest house, where we were warned not to kill the mosquitoes for religious reasons. Ouch :(


We were quite lucky that the guest house was just within striking distance of the main sights, so we got to see a bit of everything before it got dark. And right now, it gets dark at 5 o'clock!



The Sri Lankans spilling out of the temple.


Henri pulled me to this spot next to the light and said "stand here!" So I grabbed the marigolds and acted ditzy.


But we were tired and it got dark very quickly, so we got dinner from the guest house and chatted with an oxford scholar who translates sanskrit and tibetan texts, and a canadian social worker who was traveling on her own.