Days 59 - 61 of the trip saw us on a rice boat in the Keralan backwaters having caught a train from Trivandrum to Kottayam which was interesting due to the cockroach infestation in the seats and the site of a rat between the 2 panes of glass on the windows - ah the joys of sub-continent travelling. The boat crusie was great, very relaxing with good food (prawns like lobsters) and having your own cabin complete with ensuite.
Kerala has strict alcohol laws and you have to queque in an enclosed shoulder width mesh fence with males (no ladies) until its your turn. On the way to the jetty I asked the cabbie to stop so I could get a bottles of wine at one of these places. I stood in line patintly for 20 mins and was next to be served when a bloke came through the exit and tried to push in front of me and the other 15 blokes. I politely said I was next and he needed to go to the back at which point he shoved me in the upper arm. I turned towards him and put both hands on his chest and gave him a good shove back at which point the crowd roared their approval and the man in the shop told him "no service" . I walked away with my wine and dignity intact. This type of incident is common in India, everyone pushes in and you have to hold the line otherwise you never get served. I\ve seen Carolyn serve it up to bigger guys than me who have thought they could get away with getting in front of her!
All too soon our India trip was over and we were on a plane to Colombo, Sri Lanka.
For both of us India threw up so many challenges - the abject poverty, the rubbish, the filth, the brilliant food, the kindness of locals, the jaw dropping beauty of parts of the country, the ever widening gap bewtween the rich, the middle class and the poor. It utterly and totally consumes your every sense - from the smell of spices on the street, the stench of open urine pits on streets to the sight of a pink sunset over the white buildings of Udaipur to seeing the number of people living hand to mouth. It really is sensory overload and it can be overwhelming. Sorry to sound like a prat.
I came away with loving the experience but not really loving India - if that makes sense.
I\m also aware that what I\m writing here is really just what is going through my mind at the moment. With reflection that might change. Who knows.
The flight from India to Colombo was remarkable for the fact that there was only 3 'westerners' on a plane of over 200 and Carolyn and I were the only 2 without moustaches! when we arrived in Colombo the 3 'westerners' were the only ones to go through immigration as everyone else was transiting to the UAE for work.
First impressions of Colombo were that it is orderly, clean and they obey the road rules! People are unerringly friendly and it\s a bit more expensive than India.
We're off to the country for a few days to the Cultural Triangle before heading to Galle and the beaches on the south coast.
I'll log a post in the next few days.
Kerala has strict alcohol laws and you have to queque in an enclosed shoulder width mesh fence with males (no ladies) until its your turn. On the way to the jetty I asked the cabbie to stop so I could get a bottles of wine at one of these places. I stood in line patintly for 20 mins and was next to be served when a bloke came through the exit and tried to push in front of me and the other 15 blokes. I politely said I was next and he needed to go to the back at which point he shoved me in the upper arm. I turned towards him and put both hands on his chest and gave him a good shove back at which point the crowd roared their approval and the man in the shop told him "no service" . I walked away with my wine and dignity intact. This type of incident is common in India, everyone pushes in and you have to hold the line otherwise you never get served. I\ve seen Carolyn serve it up to bigger guys than me who have thought they could get away with getting in front of her!
All too soon our India trip was over and we were on a plane to Colombo, Sri Lanka.
For both of us India threw up so many challenges - the abject poverty, the rubbish, the filth, the brilliant food, the kindness of locals, the jaw dropping beauty of parts of the country, the ever widening gap bewtween the rich, the middle class and the poor. It utterly and totally consumes your every sense - from the smell of spices on the street, the stench of open urine pits on streets to the sight of a pink sunset over the white buildings of Udaipur to seeing the number of people living hand to mouth. It really is sensory overload and it can be overwhelming. Sorry to sound like a prat.
I came away with loving the experience but not really loving India - if that makes sense.
I\m also aware that what I\m writing here is really just what is going through my mind at the moment. With reflection that might change. Who knows.
The flight from India to Colombo was remarkable for the fact that there was only 3 'westerners' on a plane of over 200 and Carolyn and I were the only 2 without moustaches! when we arrived in Colombo the 3 'westerners' were the only ones to go through immigration as everyone else was transiting to the UAE for work.
First impressions of Colombo were that it is orderly, clean and they obey the road rules! People are unerringly friendly and it\s a bit more expensive than India.
We're off to the country for a few days to the Cultural Triangle before heading to Galle and the beaches on the south coast.
I'll log a post in the next few days.