Showing posts with label India 2006. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India 2006. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Behind the Taj Mahal. Travel Photo Thursday.

Gidday and welcome to Travel Photo Thursday again. 

Taj Mahal, Agra, taken on our 2006 India journey.



Let the splendour of the diamond, pearl and ruby vanish like the magic shimmer of the rainbow.
Only let this one teardrop, the Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time... Rabindranath Tagore, noted Indian poet.

Yeah I know...every traveller to India has this photo! If you haven't been yourself you will still recognise this is the Taj Mahal, in Agra. It must be top of every traveller's bucket list to get there, and can't blame them - it truly is the most mind-bogglingly beautiful, and romantic place we have ever been.

 These photos are taken on my old 3mp Sony digital in 2006 so not the greatest quality. But it's not the pictures of the Taj Mahal I want to show you, it's what a lot of travellers miss at the Taj. We spent 3 hours there, not wanting to leave, so headed around the rear and sat overlooking the river and watched the sun setting.



I like this scene: the river behind the Taj Mahal.


For me this pic sums up the calm, peaceful, reflective qualities of the Taj Mahal: Kay in the area at the rear where you can get away from the hordes, and just be at peace and soak up the whole ambience of Emperor Shah Jahan's memorial to his great love- his wife Mumtaz.

Sunset. Final pic before we reluctantly left.

taj-mahal-facts


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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Kolkata Cemetery: Travel Photo Thursday.



 Unexpected surprises await the cemetery explorer: just who is buried there? What mark did they leave in history? What hardships did they endure? So much history to learn. Perhaps ghosts of lost loved ones still seek their beloveds: maybe they have found each other? Lots of questions and answers to be found in graveyards, especially those that date from the colonial era. 

 Fragments of the  British Raj  can be illustrated by the names you may find in India's old city cemeteries, which are often easy to find being located close to their central areas - the outskirts of the city in times past but today surrounded by sprawling suburbs. In April 2006, Kay and I made a beeline there on our first day in Kolkata, the massive, sprawling metropolis of more than 15 million people situated on the delta mouth of the Ganges in eastern India. This was the start of a great adventure in India visiting a child and her family we sponsor through Childfund. Read about that here - The Village Pump.

 A listed Heritage site South Park Street Cemetery in Kolkata, India is a 'library' recording the names of early colonial individuals and families, giving a peek into their lives and the hardships they faced. The restored headstones state some very early deaths, often due to diseases such as malaria, typhus and cholera, so common then but misunderstood as to their causes and how best to treat. Some sad stories are told by these inscribed stones. 

Some of the very young ages illustrated.
South Park Street cemetery certainly isn't overgrown and uncared for. 


One of the caretakers.

There are marvellous opportunities for photography.
Contrast of form, angles and textures everywhere.

Still a place that leaves one with a sense of respect for those who have gone before us, often at a very young age.

For more info on one of the top 7 things to do in Kolkata, and how to find South Park Street Cemetery refer here -

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Friday, November 26, 2010

Toy Train and lost Curry : Danger On The Shimla Toy Train Ride.

The following story appeared on a good friend's site -Trains On The Brain recently as my guest post contribution-Lost Train of Thought and Flying Curry. In April 2006, our tour from Delhi to Kathmandu with Intrepid Travel was diverted as we could not cross the border into Nepal. The height of the pro-democracy demonstrations and strikes had caused massive traffic snarl ups and delays at the border, and there was no surety of even crossing into Nepal. So, sadly our tour diverted, and spent more time touring Northern India instead. There were many good compensating places of interest, but Kathmandu and hiking in the Himalayas was an experience we had long dreamed about. So we took an impromptu trip up to Shimla, to at least get up off the hot plains, and go hiking in the foothills of the Himalayas. We had heard about the Toy Train and never realised what a great trip it was. Really interesting. But, those carriages were hot and cramped. And after a long, frustrating day of delays, a husband should heed the warning signs....
BTW the first part of the title was arrived at courtesy Ray Wylie Hubbard, a well know Country singer. I was thinking of a title and realised I was listening to his CD by the name- Lost train of Thought.  It seemed to fit so well. Man I love this guy!


Shimla Toy Train by A.M.Hurrell


Lost Train of Thought and Flying Curry.



On the train from Kalka to Shimla, nestled at 2,067 metres in the Himalayan foothills of India's Himachal Pradesh state, one can easily daydream into that time of the Raj in India, when the colonial administration and it's baggage would transfer annually to its summer capital of Shimla to escape Delhi's desiccating heat. Completed on 9th November 1903, the 96.5 KM, 2' 6'' narrow gauge track snakes over 864 bridges or viaducts, and through 102 tunnels, the longest being 1143 metres. As you ascend from Kalka, you'll find yourself viewing the same point several times, but each time passing by a little higher up, on a tortuous route that winds in hairpin bends from one side of the valley and back upon itself again and again, until finally cresting and into the next valley.


We had caught the train from Delhi to Kalka, and there transferred onto the Shimla Toy Train. Passengers crowded aboard and crammed their luggage into any available space. I had insisted on buying a curry and rice before boarding for Shimla, and placed it very carefully in the overhead luggage nets. In the tiny, cramped, knee-touching compartments, more luggage got shoved up there. The young Indian couple next to us were making the most of this enforced intimacy, with a very uncommon- for Indians- display of fondling each other. But Shimla does have a magical, romantic mood about it, and I guess some people can't wait.

I was fascinated not just by the feat of engineering, but by the views from the heights out over the valleys where April displayed Nature's springtime colour palette. One valley painted purple with flowering Jacaranda, the predominant tree. Then into the next valley where yellow and gold glistened through the azalea thickets, and a change again to deep orange when slowly entering the next, as the flowering tree species changed with the altitude. I was spellbound, in a deep reverie at Nature's marvellous display outside, almost hypnotised by the clicketty-clack, and constant transfer from gloom to brilliance to gloom as we exited one tunnel, over a viaduct, and then into another. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to a very familiar female voice complaining of something dripping on her head, but I was sure she'd sort it out easily ...and we were just entering into a valley of huge candelabra tree euphorbia and they just looked so wonderful to me.

As I moved to get a better glimpse of a particularly statuesque specimen, my train of thought was lost abruptly, as a very cold, drippy curry and rice missed me by a centimetre and went flying out my window! Thrown by my very tired, hot and furious wife. Dang! I was just starting to feel peckish.

The look of incredulity from our fellow passengers is etched in our minds. A fiesty European lady throwing a perfectly good curry out the window, and myself wiping the splatters from my face must have provided some welcome entertainment from the amorous couples antics next to us. So much for being eco-conscious and not littering the environment also.

Ladies do not like curry hair shampoos, and will not let their man forget about it for a long time either. Luckily for me, we would spend 4 days at magical, romantic Shimla, making it up.


Shimla from our hotel window.
Shimla:                   

Shimla station is a short walk to the city. Negotiate with the baggage wallahs who will crowd around to carry your bags. They are a good investment as the walk uphill in the thin air at 2067 metres altitude is tiring. They also know the best hotels or backpacker places to stay to suit your budget. You will have many options, and we found it was a simple matter of stopping and inspecting rooms at the many hotels we passed until we found good, clean rooms, rather small but with exceptional views looking out over the city and the mountains.

Our room ceiling.

Our room was mirrored around the walls and ceilings, truly suitable for magical, romantic Shimla, a city that we found was a honeymoon destination for Dehli's newlyweds, and amorous train couples. An added bonus was the troop of languar monkeys that slept every night outside our windows, which explained the bars and netting, neccessary to stop them ransacking our room. Must have been some holes, as a couple of happy languar were spotted cavorting across rooftops.... with our travelling companion's brassiere.

View looking out over the Mall.

Shimla itself is built upon several ridgelines, and quaint, pastel-painted, crammed together housing literally tumbles down the hillsides. Narrow, winding streets, and alleys lined with shops and street markets make it highly interesting to explore. A very good place to buy woollen knitwear and other winter clothing.

Places of Interest.

The Mall. Shimla's city centre where you'll find a good range of restaurants, and Post Office. At the Tourist Office ask about the area's local treks and walks. Also day and longer tours around the region.

Christ Church. Located at far end of The Mall. The stained glass windows are very worthwhile viewing.

Temple of Hanuman or Monkey Temple. 2 kms walk from The Mall, to the highest hill at 8,000 feet. Be wary around the monkeys. They are known to bite so don't have any food visible to tempt them.

While Shimla's places of interest can be cruised through in a day, it's main attractions are the train ride getting there, it's atmosphere of decayed colonial beauty, or as a point from where to enjoy hiking in the surrounding hills. Shimla is the ideal place for rest and recreation after your hard slog around Northern India.
The local shoe repairer just off the Mall.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

The Village Pump.

Here is a little story of one of those great days in our travels... possibly the day we look back upon with the greatest and fondest memories.

Our family sponsor 6 children around the world. We travel when we can.
In April 2006 we arranged with Childfund ( http://www.childfund.org.nz/index.html ) to visit a child we sponsor, her family, and their village, in Jharkhand state, west of Calcutta, India. This was organised through Childfund with the Sisters of the Carmel High School in Chakradharpur, Jharkhand state which is next to Bihar. Both states are noted for relatively high incidents of banditry, and Naxalite rebel activity. So, with a little trepidation about our foray into unknown areas, we made our bookings and crossed our fingers.

We travelled 6 hours by train from Calcutta, arriving in Chakradharpur at 11 am in 40 degrees heat. We noted, that the Carmel sisters had every platform staked out making sure two dumb foreigners didn't wander away from the station to be hijacked by Naxalites, or bandits, and perhaps never be seen again. Or held for ransom (I'm sure they'd want plenty for us!). The Carmel sisters made us very welcome, taking us to their headquarters at the Carmel High School of 840 pupils. They also operate a renowned hospital in that city. Kay and I were then driven to a village 1 hour out in this dry, dusty countryside, where, we had been told, a few people were waiting for us.

Not expecting much of ado about our arrival, what a surprise to see this as we drove up.
 I managed a quick shot through the windscreen.


Imagine arriving at a reception of 200 villagers, flags, drums, many of the children gaily dressed in their school uniforms, then being the centre of the procession for a kilometre through the village to the family's humble house.
We have this all on video and stills as I gave the video and camera to locals to use with no fear of them being stolen. It's not often that the King and Queen of New Zealand arrive up to visit a poor village in the middle of India! I remembered to do the royal hand wave.


We met 'our' child Savitri, and her family, at their house, where a shade tarpaulin was rigged up and a modest meal was waiting. 200 or more villagers crowded around, all taking the chance to have a full days celebration of food, rice beer, and dancing. Rice beer is very refreshing. I drank plenty. Later on, being shown through their house, we saw how it was made - mud brick, and asbestos roof covered with rice straw to insulate from the sun. A few very small windows, so very dark inside. No electricity or running water.
But spotless throughout.


In one large room was stored their paddy. Paddy is the unhusked rice. This is stored in an ingeniously simple container made of coiled rope. As it is filled, the rope is coiled higher on itself creating a huge barrel-like container. But open to all the rats and mice... and their droppings probably gave that rice beer extra flavour!

In times of good harvest, once a year after the post-monsoon planting, the rice rope barrel will be full. But every 3 or 4 years the monsoon does not arrive. Hence, the village started an irrigation project to pump water to a high reservoir, then gravity feed their fields. This would allow them to cash-crop vegetables all year round to sell in the local markets.

Joy and consternation.
Soon after this, Savitri was in tears.It was just too much for her.

We were truly impressed with the sheer joy, and natural grace and exuberance of these tribespersons who are the poorest of the poor. We, with all our modern luxuries, I doubt are any happier.

Coming back to the Carmel School that evening, we were over-nighted in a clean, simple guestroom. Kay remarked how she'd love to live another day like that. We were thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed.

At the village, during our discussions via our host Sister Bernadette, we learned that their irrigation system was stalled as they had no money to buy the needed diesel irrigation pump to pump water when the river was flowing up to the reservoir. So how could we not make the offer? We gave the village headman, and Savitri's father, an undertaking that we would find the $US1,000 for them. Well, they had killed one of their 3 chickens for us.

So we came home and raised the money for their diesel pump.

We later learned that the head Sister, who had shown us such kindness, had been very ill when we were there. And on her death bed, she had asked whether we had yet sent up the money we had promised.
When it arrived, they were able to tell her. Sister Bernadette died soon after, happy when she knew the village they cared for would get their pump.

When we learned of this, we asked Childfund to arrange to call the diesel pump after her, as a lasting monument for the work that their Christian organisation undertakes with India's poor.

A year after our visit, we received photos and a letter from the Carmel sisters of the dedication ceremony for the pump. So imagine how we felt when we looked at the photos- all the village children playing under this big plume of water, gushing out of the pump. 

And there, in huge gay writing across the pump, was written ''Sister Bernadette's pump"!

Editor's note- re-reading this has decided us to return. That pump is probably due to be replaced.

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