Thursday, November 20, 2014

Varanasi

Tuesday - Wednesday, 18 - 19 November 2014, Varanasi

BeeBee has wanted to see the Ganges at Varanasi for a long time. It is a "must see" in India for tourists as well as for every Hindu

To die and be cremated on the banks of the Ganges is the wish of every Hindu. Second best is to be cremated elsewhere with the ashes sprinkled on the Ganges at a later time. Varanasi is a city of death, with cremations every day on two of the ghats (steps). (Pati and BeeBee were told by several people that there were 600 cremations a day, but other sources say an average of 80 a day. This number is more consistent with what they saw, i.e., 12 at the two sites.) The major business of the city is death (the second is the manufacture of silk products), as families bring their departed, buy the burial cloths, carry the wrapped bodies through the city streets to the banks of the Ganges (e.g., on top of a tuk-tuk), buy the firewood, build the funeral pyre, perform the required rituals, and finally light the fire itself. Only men can take part in the cremation ceremony. The family waits until the body is comsumed or until 3 hours are passed. The time limit is due to the large demand for funeral pyres and the smaller amount of space on the ghats. The parts of the body taking the longest amount of time to burn are the scapula for men and the pelvis for women. Any bone material not consumed by the fire in the time allowed is doused with Ganges water and then placed into the Ganges by the closest male relative.The remaining charred wood and outer burial wrap are collected by untouchables and taken away.

There is an electric crematorium at the site of the smaller of the burning ghats, but for various reason (e.g., maintenance problems, religious beliefs, denigration by the firewood salesman that would lose money) is rarely used. According to a news story in 2012, cremation by electric crematorium costs about 500 rupees (less than $10 USD) while traditional cremation costs 5000 to 6000 rupees. Electric cremation is also better for the health of the Ganges.

The itinerary for Varanasi included both an evening cruise and a morning cruise on the Ganges. Tuesday evening after dark, Pati and BeeBee observed cremations on the larger ghat (Manikarnika Ghat) from the boat, and then returned to the launch point to watch the Ganges Aarti (a religious ceremony with 12 priests-in-training simultaneously performing the same set of rituals). Early Wednesday morning, they first observed most of the ritual for the cremation of a small adult at the smaller cremation ghat (Harish Chandra Ghat); as soon as the fire was lit, they left to observe a spectacular sunrise. Their guide is an amateur photographer (on Facebook: Kashi on Lotus) and helped them compose pictures integrating the rising sun, other boats, birds, and reflections in the Ganges.  The guide bought small bags of seeds from a passing boat vendor and used them to attract birds to fight for the seeds on the water: this made excellent photo-taking opportunities.

The complete itinerary was to be completed over three days: the afternoon of the first day, the whole second  day, and the morning of the third day before the outgoing flight.  It was a packed itinerary and the guide completed it by 4 pm of the second day, skipping lunch. Pati and BeeBee didn't mind, since the Ganges itself was their main interest. For completeness on the blog, we shall say that they also visited the Hindu University at Benares, the Mother India temple (containing only a huge marble map of India), and the Buddist city of Sarnath. And took a city tour. And visited several shops.

On Tuesday morning, the guide told BeeBee that her accent was hard to understand, but she was probably understood back home. On Tuesday afternoon, he told Pati the same thing. This might explain why he had difficulty answering questions at times. And why he seemed to give up at some point on Tuesday afternoon.





Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Varanasi funeral pyres

Tuesday, 18 November 2014, Varanasi

The dead are cremated 24 hours per day, seven days a week in Varanasi. Six hundred bodies are cremated here each day.  A person cremated in Varanasi is believed to end the circle of life and avoid further reincarnation. Five types of persons may not be cremated: priests, infants, lepers, pregnent women, and persons killed by a snake. A family is given three hours to complete cremation. If the cremation is incomplete at that time, the remains are placed in the river. Each fire in the photo is a separate cremation.

Manikarnika Ghat

Delhi - Indira Gandhi International Airport

Tuesday, 18 November 2014, Delhi and Varanasi

Pati and BeeBee were up early today to catch the flight from Delhi to Varanasi. They pared down their travel luggage, since they will be returning to the same hotel in Delhi on Thursday, and left the unneeded luggage at the hotel. On Thursday, they can merge their luggage back together for the flight home on Friday.

A representative from the travel company accompanied them to the airport, and left them at the entrance to Terminal 1. They checked in at the SpiceJet counter and exchanged their voucher for boarding passes. While waiting to put their carry-on luggage on the screening belt for the security check, the guard noticed that they were going to Varanasi and became quite chatty with Pati, advising him which temples to visit. Similarly, when BeeBee was going through the pat down that all women passengers get (in a separate small room screened by curtains), the female guard was quite matter-of-fact until she saw Varanasi on the boarding pass; then she, too, became friendly and advised BeeBee what temples to visit.

Once beyond security, they went to locate their gate (Gate 12). The gate and many others were downstairs, so they went down to wait. Once there, it was apparent that there was no place to sit, and besides, their boarding time was more than one hour away. In addition, at the entrance to the roped-off line to their gate was a sign: "You are in silent zone. There are no flight announcements." They walked back upstairs, past a man talking on a cellphone beside a sign stating that cellphones were prohibited in that area, to the general seating area and found seats. BeeBee listened to all announcements, listening carefully for their flight number and the word Varanasi.  All of the announcements seemed to be coming from far away. Investigating, BeeBee learned that flight announcements were actually only broadcast in the silent zone.

When the time got closer to the boarding time listed on their boarding passes, Pati and BeeBee went downstairs again, resigned to waiting standing up until boarding was called. (The flight had already been delayed once.)  Pati tried to get close to the electronic sign for their flight, which was inside the roped-off area and had small print difficult to read. One of the airline employees approached Pati, who asked when boarding would begin. An announcement would be made at 9 am, she said. They waited until 9 am, when BeeBee observed other passengers entering the boarding line. Without making an announcement, the employee had simply changed the electronic sign to say "boarding."  Pati and BeeBee quickly got in line and were soon headed to the first of two shuttle buses. Reaching the plane, they were among the first to board.  It was important to get on as quickly as possible, because they were seated in row 1, which (a) has no row ahead of it to stuff bags under and (b) has the most popular overhead storage bin on the plane, grabbed by the first person who needs just that extra bit of space for storing his/her excessive possessions. Luckily, the overhead bin was still empty, except for items belonging to the flight attendant, who preferred that bin to the storage provided in the flight attendant area. Pati quickly stowed their bags in the bin, and they settled in to watch the rest of the passengers board and search for overhead space.

Interesting fact about Indian domestic flights: Indian ladies fly holding their large purses on their laps. They are not required to stow them anywhere.

The flight left about 15 minutes after the already-delayed departure time. The flight was uneventful. When the flight arrived at the terminal, Pati and BeeBee were the first passengers off the plane. Since all their luggage was carry-on, they walked straight through the terminal and outside, where they were greeted by their local travel representative and taken to their homestay, Ashray Homestay.


Delhi Metro Ride

Monday, 17 November 2014, Delhi  

Pati wants a temple bell for the garden at home. He and BeeBee had a free afternoon in Delhi and decided to shop for one. The travel agency suggested a shopping area called Hauz Kauz. They hired a tuk-tuk at their hotel and off they went. When they got to the shopping area, they walked up and down looking for a store selling bells. They found a lot of restaurants but no bell stores. BeeBee suggested having a meal since they had not had lunch. Given Pati's current love of Indian food they found an American style diner call Filthy Garage (or something like that) and ordered sloppy joes (veg since Pati didn't know what had become of the dead rat they saw in Phalodi).

 After the meal, Pati asked the server if they sold bells in Hauz Kauz. He said "No. Here is  mainly restaurants." Pati, still wanting a bell, asked where they did sell bells. The server asked his manager, the manager told the server, and the server told Pati "Connaught Place." Pati asked the server if this was far and the server brought up an app on his cell phone showing that it was only 14 minutes away via a nearby metro. The ride only cost 15 rupees! Pati left a 370 rupee tip and he and BeeBee were off.  

They found another tuk-tuk driver who wanted 150 rupees for the trip to the nearby metro. As they started off, another person hopped in the front seat and the driver cranked up his stereo to ear splitting levels. He started hacking as he drove (Pati suppose it was a touch of ebola) and BeeBee made Pati pay with exact change (since one needs small bills to tip one's way out of a restroom, Pati and BeeBee had to hold it for the rest of the evening). The driver dropped Pati and BeeBee almost within sight of the unmarked metro entrance, but they found it anyway. A little hand sanitizer and they were off.
Pati and BeeBee found the booth that sold metro tokens and, after a few dozen Indians pushed their way ahead of them, it was their turn. They got tokens and were told to go to Track 2. There were quite a few people on the platform but no more than at home during rush hour. After a few minutes, a train came. It was quite full, but Pati and BeeBee squeezed in. At each stop more and more Indians squeezed in until it started to become difficult to breath. Then more Indians squeezed in, and then more and more. And then more Indians squeezed in. It was the worst crush of people that Pati and BeeBee had ever been in. When they reached their stop it was impossible to get off. No one moved and even more Indians were pushing on. Pati managed to get a hand on the door by reaching his arm over quite a few Indians. He hope that the train would not move with an open door (it is India - it was only a hope). Pati and BeeBee pushed, shoved, and yelled ("Out! Out!") and finally made it out the door. An Indian man who had been on the train with them and also made it out laughed and said to them, "You will remember this for the rest of your life."  The crush of people had been so great that the reading glasses in Pati's pocket were broken.  

When they made it to the surface, the store selling the bell was no where to be seen and Pati and BeeBee were lost. They wanted a tuk-tuk or a taxi to take them to a  bell store or back to their hotel, they didn't care which so long as they didn't have to ride the metro again.   They couldn't find a tuk-tuk at the metro stop but saw several a block away. The found an Indian couple crossing the street and crossed with them. If a car hit the Indian couple, they would be ad hoc airbags for Pati and BeeBee. However, as startling as it seemed, Pati and BeeBee made it across the street and asked a tuk-tuk driver "How much to Connaught Place?" He said "One hundred and twenty rupees." At that instant, another tuk-tuk driver stuck his head in and said "This guy doesn't speak English. Come with me and I will take you." The latter part of this statement was quite true. He took them to an overpriced shop that, despite his description as a bell lover's paradise, had exactly five bells and ugly ones at that. After a failed attempt to sell Pati and BeeBee what seemed to be a large cow bell, they left the shop. The tuk-tuk driver was still there. After a failed attempt not to get back in the tuk-tuk, Pati agreed to pay 300 rupees to go back to their hotel. As soon as the driver started moving the tuk-tuk, he said "Just one more shop." Before Pati could speak, BeeBee said "No!" The driver didn't take that too well but eventually calmed down and started making small talk like "How much did you pay for your hotel room?"  To everyone's suprise (possibly including the driver), they eventually arrived at the hotel. Pati gave the driver the agreed upon 300 rupees and the driver said "Give me 500." Pati did. Then the driver wanted another 100. Pati gave him that too fully knowing that the driver was a small time criminal. The 600 rupees Pati paid was only half the amount he was willing to pay to get back to the hotel without another metro ride. The driver's big extortion was quite small time. However, to be on the safe side, the driver refused to return the card with Pati and BeeBee's hotel address on it in the hope he can take them for another ride.
Waiting to get on the Delhi metro

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Udaipur - Lake City

Sunday, 16 November 2014, Udaipur

Pati and BeeBee had agreed with their guide and driver that they would be picked up at 9 am by the driver to meet the guide at the city palace to start the day with a tour. Breakfast was scheduled for 7:45 am, which fit nicely with a 9 am start. They finished breakfast with 45 minutes to spare and went to their room for teeth brushing and internetting before meeting the driver. Since the room would be cleaned while they were gone, they also needed to collect their belongings to make cleaning easier for the staff. At 8:30, the owner of the homestay knocked at their door: the guide was here, saying there would be a VIP in town causing traffic problems, could they come earlier? Since they had agreed to meet the guide in town, BeeBee was puzzled, but decided that the potential problem must be serious enough that the guide had come to get them. Finishing their tasks as quickly as possible, they went out to meet the guide at 8:40.  It was not their guide! He was indignant, demanding to know who they were. The owner of the homestay had followed them out. BeeBee told her that the man was not their guide. The owner explained that Pati and BeeBee and the Indian ladies were all clients of the same travel company. The guide made a cellphone call while Pati went down a few steps toward the parking area to check whether Deepak was there. He was, so Pati and BeeBee went down the long flight of steps, listening to two cellphone calls, because the guide and Deepak were both on the phone. Were they talking to each other, BeeBee wondered? She hoped not, because she was not impressed with this guide. Deepak hung up. The guide continued to talk. Whew! Pati and BeeBee got into the car, explaining the mixup to Deepak (why they came out early), and they drove away.  The Indian ladies got to sleep in and the nasty guide would have to fend with the mysterious VIP.

Arriving at the city palace, they waited a few minutes for their guide. They then toured the city palace which towers over the beautiful Lake Pichola and the Jagadish temple beside it. Their guide did a very good job of pointing out the best parts and explaining the architecture and religious aspects of the sights. Pati and BeeBee have been in several temples by now with other guides, yet this guide's explanations were much clearer and understandable. They are quite impressed by him. (Deepak told them later that this guide was much newer at his job -only about a year and a half - and was still excited about his work, while the older guides were stuck in their ways and just recited the same story all the time.) After a 3 pm lunch, they took a boat cruise on Lake Pichola, visiting Jagmandir Palace, the island palace in the middle of the lake. This palace was the inspiration for the Taj Mahal.

Not mentioned in this post are the shopping opportunities interspersed with the sightseeing. The shop keepers were not as aggressive as those promoted by other guides, and so the experience was almost enjoyable.

Following the last tour and shopping, Pati and BeeBee decided that they were too full from lunch for another large meal, and asked their guide and driver to just take them somewhere for dessert in lieu of dinner.  The guide knew of a restaurant with a beautiful garden and took them there; at this point his services were over and goodbyes were said.

After dessert, Deepak drove them back to the homestay, and he was free to get what rest he could before tomorrow. After he takes Pati and BeeBee to the airport tomorrow, he starts driving back to Delhi empty (meaning, with no passengers) to pick up his next tourists for a Golden Triangle tour (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur).  The trip to Delhi will take 15 hours of driving; he will get a few hours of sleep halfway between Udaipur and Delhi. (As he told them a few days ago, "Life is very hard in India.") By the time he gets to Delhi, Pati and BeeBee could very well be in Varanasi (flight tomorrow to Delhi, flight Tuesday to Varanasi). He does not get a break between driving Pati and BeeBee and driving his next passengers; he will not see his family for a long time yet.

5000 Volts

Sunday, 16 November 2014, Udaipur

Jainism is a religion with about four million followers. Jains believe the universe was not created, will not end, and requires no god to maintain it. They believe that the soul is intrinsically pure but is made impure by karma. Jainism has developed techniques they believe can overcome karma.  

Pati and BeeBee listened to a description of this Jainism on a pair of headsets they were issued at a Jain temple.  Jains believe in non-violence, considering all viewpoints, and not using more than is needed. They believe these things in the extreme. For example, they do not eat root vegetables (e.g., potatos and onions) because their harvest may injure micro-organisms (they don't really like eating non-root vegetables but they do -- otherwise Pati couldn't write this blog). They have hospitals for injured rats. Some wear facemasks and sweep ahead of themselves to avoid injury to insects. They will not use milk products or honey because they feel that causes harm to cows and bees.

Jain have monks (male and female) who wander eight months each year. There are two denominations of Jain. (Why does this happen in every religion?) Pati and BeeBee had seen the female monks of one denomination start their annual journey. No shoes, no vehicles, no staying in the same place for very long. You know, monk stuff, something to blog about but no serious culture shock. Today, however, Pati and BeeBee saw a male monk of the Digambara sect. He was strolling down a major city street naked as a jaybird (technically speaking, jaybirds are not naked but the monk was) with no one in the extremely conservatively dressed culture (many women even wear veils) giving the slightest notice. Pati did not get a photo but he did get 5000 volts of culture shock.



17 Listening Points?
Jain Priestesses

From Sardargarh to Udaipur

Saturday, 15 November 2014, Udaipur

Pati and BeeBee left Sardargarh at 9 am so that they could arrive at Ranakpur Temple for its 12 o'clock opening time. They actually arrived a half hour early, so Deepak stopped at an artisans shop by the roadside. Here they watched a demonstration of a craftsman making a dhurrie. These rugs are different from kilims and other rugs because they can be used on either side. Apparently there is jewelry making at that site also, but it was not being demonstrated. In another stall, a man was making sandals, but also not demonstrating the process. There were also tools of every day living just for viewing.  In addition to Pati and BeeBee, there were two women from Australia viewing the procedures and products.

After the stop, they arrived at the temple before crowds were heavy. They got in line behind the same two Australian women and picked up audio guides and proceeded to the temple itself.  This is a very beautiful, active Jain temple. In the very center, where non-Jain could not go, there was a group of Jains worshiping. The temple was built in the 15th century at incredible expense and covers 48,000 square feet. There was strict security both in checking for tickets and what people might be bringing into the temple (no shoes, no leather, no food or liquids - BeeBee is not sure why she was patted down). Also, there were guards watching to make sure that no one took any pictures of any Jain gods: the notice said that they could take away any pictures taken, and there was at least one incident with a guard repeatedly blowing a whistle and pointing at some tourist. But people were taking pictures of just about everything, and it was difficult to determine what would be considered a Jain god. In contrast, at the Jain temple in Phalodi, Pati was allowed to take pictures of anything in the temple.

Back on the road, they stopped after a half hour or so at a restaurant with an Italian name (but no Italian food). The two Australian women were just leaving. Deepak, their driver, said the women had left the temple very soon after entering, so they obviously did not listen to all 17 parts of the audio guide (as Pati and BeeBee did). Pati and BeeBee had a very nice lunch on the outer porch of the restaurant, with beautiful views of the hills. In the same part of the restaurant were some German tourists. One of the German men was finishing his second or third bottle of beer as Pati and BeeBee were eating, and the German group left just before Pati and BeeBee.

Continuing on down the road, they came upon, and stopped to observe, a rural scene of two oxen walking in a circle around a center capstan to raise water, by a series of buckets, from a large deep well. This water then flowed through channels into the newly-planted fields. The oxen were yolked  together, and a slender young man sat on a board seat behind them to urge them to move forward. This seat continued to the other side of the capstan, where there were rocks placed on it as a counterbalance. Several cars of tourists had stopped to watch. In the midst of the picture taking, everyone became aware that the German tourist from the restaurant had displaced the young man on the seat. He immediately fell off the seat backwards, as if in slow motion, and rolled on the ground, unable to stop himself. (The effect of those beers at the restaurant?) Everyone - the other Germans, Pati and BeeBee, Deepak, the farmers, the gypsy children - roared with laughter. The German picked himself up as if nothing had happened, climbed back on the seat, and continued, making a feeble attempt to hit the oxen with the young man's switch to urge them on. The German was much heavier than the young man, so the young man went to the end with the counterbalancing rocks and hung from the end of the board as additional weight (as children do on a see-saw). At this point, a little gypsy girl became aware of Pati and BeeBee and came demanding rupees. They could resist her until she demanded shampoo (and she definitely needed shampoo) and then Pati relented and gave 10 rupees to each of the three Gypsy children. (One little boy promptly stole the rupees from the other little boy, but that was their affair by then...) As soon as Pati gave the "shampoo" girl rupees, she immediately stared at him and demanded "Rupees!"

After this diversion, they continued to Udaipur, where they checked into their homestay, Devran Udaipur. The local representative met them there, and they mapped out their activities for their visit. At 5 pm, they drove to the old part of the city to meet their guide. He led them through the market, observing fruits, grains, spices, and teas. After this, they drove back to their home stay. At 7 pm, they joined a group of Indian women to watch a cultural show of music and dancing. These women were occupying the rest of the homestay, and were celebrating a 50th anniversary (perhaps they had gone through school together as children?), and were a fun group to be around. Pati and BeeBee had a wonderful dinner at 8 pm; the Indian women appeared to be partying outside. Then internetting and to bed.


Sardargarh - Meter Gauge Train

Friday, 14 November 2014 , Sardargarh  

Today Pati and BeeBee rode on a meter gauge local train between two villages, a distance of 44 km. They boarded the train at the small Sardargarh station. Their traveling companions from the hotel were the Dutch foursome, plus a guide. All 7 of them sat on two opposing bench seats, which had berths above for sleeping (no one used them but BeeBee saw Pati considering them). BeeBee had a window seat for excellent picture-taking opportunities. Each train window had 4 horizontal metal bars, which were not a problem, because their camera was small enough to fit between the bars. The first part of the trip went through and stopped at other villages. At the first stop, the rails split into two sets of tracks. Another train was waiting on the other set of tracks, and some villagers switched between trains.

At one stop, an elderly man in white with a colorful turban got on and sat at the end of bench, diagonal from BeeBee. He and the guide chatted, be graciously posed for pictures, and then he demonstrated how he tied his turban (BeeBee has video). He offered the turban to one of the Dutchmen, who posed in it. Then the other Dutchman and Pati tried the turban and posed, and then finally all three women - BeeBee included - did the same. 

At another stop, the guide got down from the train and took pictures of each couple peering through the bars of the train window, using their cameras. Finally, the Dutch group left the train at the Manwar stop, where their driver and guide were waiting to take them in some further adventures. Pati, BeeBee and their guide remained on the train for even more exciting scenery.   

The train passes through the Ravli Sanctuary, with 100-foot-high bridges, two long tunnels (where the guide and other passengers made erie sounds for the echo effect), a (now dry) waterfall, and thick jungle. The track was cut out of the side of the cliff, with steep drops to left side of the train. There is a change of 1000 feet in elevation, downward. This railroad was built in 1928.  

One of the first stops was to test the brakes. Pati, BeeBee, and the guide got off, and he showed them the various parts of the station and explained its history. Reboarding, the guide opened a window so that BeeBee could take pictures without the bars. She took many pictures of the gorgeous scenery and of the train as it curved toward a bridge or tunnel. The train paused at the Goram Ghat flag station, where the monkeys were waiting for their treats. Villagers tossed them chipatis, while the guides gave Pati and BeeBee crackers to toss. Finally arriving at Phulad, Pati, BeeBee, and the guide left the train. Deepak was waiting with the car, and they all drove back to the hotel, following the same route they had traveled yesterday.
Meter Gauge Train

Sardargarh - Evening Safari

Friday, 14 November 2014, Sardargar

At 4 pm, Pati and BeeBee climbed into the Gypsy Jeep once more (Gypsy is the model name). Their driver/guide was a man they had seen with other groups, but they had not interacted with him before. The purpose of this evening's safari was to visit local tribal villages. As they set off through Sardargarh on tbeir way to villages, every child they passed called out to them, whether "ta ta",  "hello", or "goodbye" (but not "money"), and waved, and many of them ran after the jeep, taking shortcuts to catch up on another street. The guide stopped to interact with local citizen in the town.  At one point, as he was driving up a local street, they came upon a group of women working on a huge pile of gravel at least 30 inches high, extending from curb to curb and and several feet across. Backing up was not an option. The women retreated to the sides of the street and the guide simply drove over the gravel, the tires leaving two grooves behind the jeep.

Once out of town, their guide went off-road, looking for wildlife, and pointed out antelope and birds. He had asked how their wildlife safari had been, and seemed to want to make up for any shortcomings there (Pati and BeeBee did 't think there were shortcomings). Returning to the road, such as it was, he stopped to point out some owls in a tree. His real purpose in stopping, however, was to introduce Pati and BeeBee to a local "holy man." This man had become disillusioned with his life and gave up everything to live by the side of the road, where he created two primitive shrines. He sleeps on a hammock in the trees. He has three large bells, which he rings , similar to a call for prayers. He has not talked for 25 years; the guide thinks he has lost the ability to speak. He wears only the traditional simple white clothing, if only because he would not be allowed to be naked and still live there. He invited Pati to sit down on his simple mat, and they communicated by words (Pati) and gestures, although he did not understand what Pati said. At one point, he retrieved a ragged bag from the side of his camp, opened it to retrieve a box, and opened the box to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and matches, which he offered to Pati. Of  course, Pati could not accept that, and tried to explain open heart surgery. BeeBee asked the guide to interpret, which he did, so the holy man then tried to offer water, which started a new round of explaining why it could not be accepted, either.  

The next stop was to visit a marble processing plant, where marble blocks are sliced and then shaped. Here, the cost for 6 marble tiles that are 1 foot square would be $1. It is so inexpensive here that it is commonly used to build dry-stacked walls around property to keep antelope and cows out. (That and lines of  tall cactus plants).   After that, it was off-road again through shrub and deep pools of water to reach a wall which forms one side of the man-made Lake Monohar Sagar. Pati took some beautiful pictures of the sun about to set above the fort, which was about 1 km away. They climbed to the top of the wall (a few feet above the road surface there) and walked to a section that rose 20 feet above the wall. There were steps on the side, to climb to a viewing area above. These steps were about two feet wide, with a stone wall to the left, no handrail or barrier on the right side, and water below. The guide urged them to climb these steps. BeeBee took some convincing. The guide went ahead and held BeeBee's hand all the way up. Pati bravely climbed with no hand-holding. The view was stunning. They got good pictures of the sun setting beside the fort. 

Pati then asked the guide how long he had been at the fort, and he said "I own it." He is the Maharaj. He also owns the place where they were sitting and everything between it and the fort. He is the 10th person in his family to own it; he and his wife have been renovating it for 10 years. He then served Pati and BeeBee juice bottled by Coca Cola ; he only buys Coke products, finding Pepsi too sweet. They watched swifts darting over the water and other birds coming home in waves to roost in trees on the other side of the lake. They discussed his plans to buy a boat so that guests could have dinner on the water and enjoy the sunset. Finally, as it was getting dark, they climbed down the stairs again and drove back to the fort, where Pati and BeeBee appear to be the only guests this evening.

Sunset over Sardargarh Fort
Holy Man with Bells

Friday, November 14, 2014

Sardargarh - First Afternoon

Thursday, 13 November 2014, Sardargarh

This morning Pati and BeeBee got up at 6 am for breakfast and departure at 9 am. They had a quick sandwich lunch at a restaurant just off their route at  1:30 and arrived at their hotel, Sardargarh Heritage Hotel (a former palace), about two hours later. The roads they traveled ranged from level limited-access highway to steep single-lane with lower berms. On the way, they saw the exact local train that they will be riding tomorrow. Until 4 pm, when a young couple arrived, they were the only guests in the hotel. The hotel has free wifi that can be accessed in only one courtyard. Pati and BeeBee sat in a large opening in the stone wall to use the internet; the manager brought them cushions. The manager also brought them a dinner menu so that they could pick their meal for 7 pm. By dinnertime, there were 4 more guests, traveling together, from Holland., bringing the guest total (as far as BeeBee knows) to 8.

At 8:30 pm, Pati and BeeBee were picked up for their jeep safari. This involved driving 10 km (6 miles) from the hotel and then going off-road (and on roads that might as well be off-road) looking for wild animals with a searchlight operated by a young man standing on the tailgate of the jeep. They spotted deer (two kinds), 2 owls, 1 rabbit, a family of foxes, a small animal  bigger than a mole but smaller than a hedgehog, and a small herd of camels plus herder. The herder was surprised by the searchlight and had a friendly conversation (long distance) with the young man with the searchlight. The ride was the bumpiest so far in India. The night was cool enough for jackets, for the first time since Shimla. It was pitch black dark and very peaceful. The driver and spotter spoke in low voices only when necessary, and the driver maneuvered the jeep as quietly as possible. The two men had only limited English, reserving their conversation mostly for naming animals. The peace of the night, the darkness, and the late hour made it difficult to stay awake, even with the rough ride. Finally, Pati and BeeBee were returned to the hotel just before midnight.

Setting the alarm clock for an early start tomorrow, they fell into bed, exhausted.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Jodhpur -Touring

Wednesday, 12 November 2014, Jodhpur

Pati and BeeBee started their full touring day at 10am. First they visited Jaswant Tara - the royal crematorium- and the massive fort above Jodhpur. The fort is the best preserved fort in India; it is part of the national trust and is supported by UNESCO, the US, and Germany. The guide rushed through the fort so quickly that Pati and BeeBee lost him a few times when they stopped to take pictures. However, the guide provided buying opportunities in the fort's gift shop (although he steered them to the expensive part of the shop and skipped the parts that, from a distance, looked interesting to BeeBee) and later in a jewelry store.  After this, they made a short stop at their hotel, where their guide left them after collecting a review and his tip.

Their driver then took them quite a few miles out of Jodhpur to meet up with their jeep safari. The first part of the safari was a bumpy ride along dirt tracks and through a dry river bed. It was like driving in deep snow. They visited a private home very similar to the one visited on the jeep safari at Manvar. There is no electricity at this home, except for that generated by a solar panel mounted on a short pole: the exclusive use of this solar power is to charge their cell phones. (Except for some very remote areas, all of India has excellent cell phone coverage - even in the sand dunes.) This family had five children. The older daughter, age 22, was married and living in the next village with her husband and new baby. The younger daughter, age 14 or 15, was also married but living at home still; she is not old enough to live with her husband as a wife. The custom in that area is to have many marriages at the same time, coinciding with some event when many people would be together anyway, such as a death in a family. Such gatherings are very expensive, because possibly a thousand people have to be fed for many days, so it is an economic decision to get as much out of an event as possible This girl knows who her husband is, but does not have regular interactions with him. Two other tourists, older American women, also showed up for this visit, along with the guide for the safari. They all had a very nice Indian lunch while they were there.  One of the other women "thrilled" the group by describing other vacations she had been on in the dim past. That was certainly more exciting than being on vacation in the present.

After lunch, the two groups went together to visit a town of a few thousand. At this town, the "mayor," a Brahmin, invited them to witness/participate in a local ritual. After this, the two women went with Pati and BeeBee's jeep driver back to their drop-off point, while the guide took Pati and BeeBee to a very small village. Here they were surrounded by every child in the village as they visited the carpenter and the shepherd's penned-up lambs (but not the shepherd). They saw the shepherd's wife (who provides school lunches every day) when she took a long stick to chase the children away.  They were led around by the head man of the village, who was accompanied hand-in-hand by his small grandson. Leaving the village, they looked for wildlife along the road, without any luck.  By the time they got back to their own driver (Deepak), they had traveled 60 kilometers (36 miles).

Before they started back to Jodhpur, they visited two craftsmen in a small area near where they had met the jeep safari.  The first craftsman was a potter, whose largest product is the water vessel they had just seen at the private home. This pot keeps water cool even in the hottest weather, through evaporation. He demonstrated making many clay items, using a 100 kg (220 pound) wheel that he propelled with a sharp piece of wood. Once he got the wheel up to speed, he could make many objects while momentum kept the wheel turning. He demonstrated the durability of  a pottery lamp by bouncing it off a concrete floor (or mud and cow dung floor - they look pretty much the same).

The second craftsman stamped patterns onto cloth, using natural products, including mud. He was actually selling products made by his village, because his village was too far away for tourists to visit easily. These craftsmen were more genuine than those in the city, because they actually demonstrated their craft.

The drive back to the hotel took about a half hour.  Pati and BeeBee had dinner in the hotel restaurant, and then stayed awake long enough for their laundry to be delivered back to them.

Jodhpur - Hotel Ratan Vilas

Wednesday, 12 November 2014, Jodhpur

The hotel Ratan Vilas in Jodhpur is very well laid out for finding your way around and has several nice courtyards for sitting and relaxing or eating. There is a fine water fountain on the entry walk.  The hotel also has a beautiful swimming pool, which Pati has been looking at longingly. Pati and BeeBee's room is large and comfortable. BeeBee said to Pati yesterday that this would be a wonderful place for a large family.  This morning they went to the restaurant (under a tent almost identical to the one at Manvar) for the buffet breakfast. While the meal was good, and the European-style items were filling, the Indian-style food in the covered pots was almost gone. Pati and BeeBee arrived during the early part of the breakfast period, and they have only seen European guests, so who ate all that food?

After breakfast, Pati went to test the temperature of the pool water. It was cool, and the outside temperature was cooler. The pool is beautiful, and there are dressing rooms and showers nearby. Pati will have to enjoy the sight rather than the actual swimming.

Walking back to their room, an elderly Indian gentleman seated on the veranda called out "namaste." They responded with the proper hand motion and "namaste."  As they climbed the steps, BeeBee asked how he was this morning. He was pleased to be asked, stood up and talked with them. He told them he is the owner of this hotel. His grandfather built it in the 1920s and he was born and raised here. He, a son, and a grandson still live here on the first floor. Given the history of this place, that means he is descended from Rajasthani royalty.

And, happily for BeeBee, she has turned in another load of laundry to be cleaned while she and Pati are out for a full day of touring.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Jodhpur - First Afternoon

Tuesday, 11 November 2014, Manvar and Jodhpur

Pati and BeeBee had a cold night in the tent at Manvar. Luckily, the bathroom was warmer than the bedroom when it was time to shower. At breakfast in the tent, many people came wearing sweatshirts and one woman even had one of those puffy winter jackets. Wimps. The Americans (Pati and BeeBee) and the British were comfortable enough in shirtsleeves. Pati and the Englishman were able to exchange photographs each took of the other pair riding the camels, using the wifi capability of their cameras.

At 9:50 am, the staff arrived to carry luggage to the truck that would take them to the main resort. It was almost no distance to get back, unlike the trip to the tents yesterday afternoon. The drivers for Pati and BeeBee and for the British couple were waiting, and so they went off in opposite directions, the British to Jaisalmer and the Americans to Jodhpur.

Pati and BeeBee arrived in Jodhpur just before noon and their driver dropped them at Ratan Vilas, promising to be back at 4 pm for the afternoon tour. The guide was not there to meet them, but showed up at 1:30 for the usual meet and greet. Pati and BeeBee had a quick lunch, then rested until 4 pm.

At 4pm, the driver dropped them and the guide in the market in the middle of town. They walked around, with the guide pointing out some of the old architecture, but mostly talking about textile crafts. He introduced them to some buying opportunities, and at the second such stop, the merchant was so dissatisfied with their 400 rupee ($6.40 USD) purchase that he turned off the fan and the lights  before the purchase was concluded.

Continuing their walk, they saw the clock tower, which was pretty and kept time. Leaving this, they climbed on the back of a carriage pulled by a horse. The driver and the guide faced forward, while Pati and BeeBee faced backward looking at traffic crowding behind them, on a much narrower seat. Pati got some good pictures. After some time riding inches from traffic without a good handhold on the carriage, BeeBee remarked to Pati, "Where is Deepak [their driver] when we need him? I bet he's right behind us." Pati looked up, and there was Deepak directly behind them in the car. Happy waves were exchanged. Deepak stayed behind the carriage as a buffer between them and the other traffic. After a few more minutes, the carriage stopped, and Pati and BeeBee (and the guide) rode in the car back to the hotel.

Now the reader may have realized by this time that Pati and BeeBee are very pleased with their driver. He will have been their driver for 13 days, having picked them up at the airport in Jaipur, and intending to drop them off at the airport in Udaipur. He has taught himself English, and improved his skills by interacting with those English-speakers that he drives around as an employee of the travel agency.  He is an excellent driver, friendly, conscientious, always there when he is needed.  Pati and BeeBee are not always pleased with their guides, especially when they try to provide buying opportunities (they get kickbacks). After Deepak dropped them off at the hotel, the guide stayed to query Pati and BeeBee about Deepak. "Is his English good," he wanted to know. They assured him that Deepak's communication skills were excellent. The guide has excellent English, and seemed to want to promote himself by disparaging others with lesser skill. Pati and BeeBee think that how they interact with their driver is none of the guide's business. They think that he must be Brahmin. (Jodhpur, the Blue City, is a Brahmin city.)  BeeBee expects that that they will get a lecture about caste tomorrow; every guide that has done this has also self-identified as Brahmin.

Being very full from lunch, Pati and BeeBee had only dessert (custard and fruit) for dinner before heading off for a much-needed night's rest.



Manvar

Monday, 10 November 2014, Manvar

This morning Pati and BeeBee had their last breakfast at the Hotel Pleasant Haveli and set off at 10 am with their driver for their next destination: Manvar. They stopped at the same rest stop as before and had coffee/tea while their driver had a quick breakfast. Shortly after continuing their drive, they passed the turnoff to Phalodi and were happy they weren't headed in that direction again.

At about 1 pm, they arrived at Manvar Resort and Camp and checked in. Their actual room was a tent just a little farther into the Thar desert. They were grouped with an English couple for the drive to the tents. They didn't know it at first, but this drive was the jeep safari. As the ride continued, they began to wonder just how early they would have to get up on Tuesday to get back to the starting point for a 10 am checkout. The jeep safari was 99.9% off-road through scrub and sand. The best parts for Pati and the Englishman were the unexpected rollercoaster-like steep drops down through scrub and dunes. Reminiscent of the Pushkar ferris wheel, there were no seatbelts, just rollbars.

They saw Indian antelope, deer, birds, and the occasional cow. They also visited the home of a local Rajasthani woman and observed her cooking hut, concrete house, lamb pen, and storehouse. The paving on the ground was a mixture of cow manure and mud, dried to the appearance and hardness of concrete. Since the group had taken off their shoes for the visit, this was information that Pati and BeeBee could have done without.  She was preparing dinner. She was dressed in traditional clothing with a veil; she kept her face covered when any of the tour group was near her. As the group was about to leave her cooking hut, where she was at the time, she received a call on her cellphone. She pulled the phone from somewhere inside her costume and took the call. It was a startling juxtaposition of modern with medieval.

The jeep dropped them off at the tent camp, and their luggage arrived an hour later. Pati and BeeBee were in tent #2 and the English couple were in tent #3. There are approximately 40 tents for guests, a large meal tent, and a concrete circle for the night's entertainment, with low cushions set in a semicircle for viewing the entertainment. (This seating is only there in the evenings.)

At 5 pm, Pati and BeeBee, the English couple, and some other campers set off on their camel safari to view the sunset from high sand dunes. Ths time, Pati and BeeBee were both on the same camel, and he had a definite list to one side. For the second time, they held on tight, but this time the trip had more up-and-down to it: more climbing and descending, more drop-offs. Finally at the top, the group of 5 camels and drivers, 9 riders, and 2 small boys enjoyed the sunset. The group returned to camp the same way and arrived before total darkness.

Pati and BeeBee then sat on the terrace beside the meal tent for quality internetting. That's where the signal is strongest. The entertainment of traditional music and dancing began after dark, and the guests were treated to (also traditional) snacks during the performance. The stars overhead were clear and beautiful. Entertainment was followed by a good meal in the tent.  At 9 pm, most of the guests (including Pati and BeeBee) had retired to their tents.

The tent has a light-colored stone tiled  porch about 6' by 14' with steps, a bedroom about 14' square, and a modern permanent bathroom about 6' by 14' with sink, toilet, and shower. The walls of the tent are double canvas, white on the outside and decorated on the inside. The outer door zips shut from either side, and can be rolled up. The bathroom door is a reed hanging plus a canvas door that can be rolled up. There are 4 windows that can be pulled up like roman shades with non-moving screens. There are electric lights and ample outlets. The concrete floor is covered completely by sisal rugs in the bedroom, and by dark stone tile in the bathroom. The furnishings are elegantly simple. This is one of BeeBee's favorite "hotels" so far.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Pati gets a haircut

Sunday, 9 November 2014, Jaisalmer

Pati and BeeBee had planned to carry their luggage on airplanes (that didn't work) so he couldn't bring anything to trim his beard. After three weeks in India, he was feeling shaggy and wanted a haircut. He saw many "barbershops" in Philodi but wasn't sure about them and the hotel there was so bad, he wouldn't trust their advice. When he got to Jaisalmer, the hotel was nice so he asked where there was a good barber.  They told him, and off he and BeeBee went.

When they got to the shop, it had four barber chairs, three barbers, and two bench seats in a 10 by 15 foot area. A barber was calling for Pati to come and get a haircut from about 50 feet away. He must really have needed that haircut! He went in and BeeBee waited outside. As she waited, shoeshine boys began to circle her and she was likely to get her shoes shined no matter what she said. Pati's barber took pity on her and let her sit on one of the bench seats inside with her shineless shoes.

Pati asked what his haircut would cost and they told him 100 rupees for his hair and 50 for his beard. Since Pati has a complete beard and almost no hair, this seemed like an odd pricing scheme but he said OK. What followed was a reasonable haircut using only scissors and a razor. The barber then asked if Pati would like a good Ragisthani massage. Pati said no, so the barber went to work. Various creams were applied and an electric hand-held massager appeared. It looked a little to Pati like something you would use to unplug a drain or a very small toilet. Pati's face was thoroughly massaged. Pati began to enjoy the massage but the barber would regularly spray cold water in his face like Pati does to his cats when they are very bad. At one point, Pati realized all the creams had glued his eyes shut. He also had quite a bit of pain in his eardrum when the barber covered his ear with the massage machine and massaged away. Eventually, the creams were wiped off and it actually felt pretty good. The barber, proud of his work, said "you look like maharaja now."

With the massage, everything cost 500 rupees. Pati tipped another 100 because the barber didn't even attempt to sell Pati souvenirs while he had the knife to his throat!

Best Barber in Jaisalmer with Maharaja

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Jaisalmer - a Free Day

Sunday, 9 November 2014, Jaisalmer

For those readers who have wondered how to pronounce the name of this city: Pati and BeeBee's guide, who was born here, says JESS-sel-mer, with the last two syllables equally (un)accented.

Pati and BeeBee slept in on this free day until 6:30 am. After wonderful hot baths and turning in their laundry (yesterday's clothing was full of sand), they had breakfast in the rooftop restaurant. This restaurant is rated highly on Trip Advisor (#6 of 118 restaurants in Jaisalmer) and, more importantly, breakfast here is included in their tour price.

Their plan for the day is to walk back to the Fort with stops at shops they have already identified, also with excellent reviews on Trip Advisor.

Walking out from the hotel at about 10 am, they easily found their way back to the Fort. There is a barber shop just before the outer gate, and Pati stopped for a haircut.  (See that blog post.) Then they entered the Fort, passing through the four gates and into the square in front of the palace that they toured yesterday morning.

They were looking for a particular shop, and it was described by various sources as being just at the exit from the palace. They looked on every street in the fort with no luck. Then they thought that maybe it was outside the fort, so they searched streets just outside the fort also. No luck. They saw 1st Gate, a restaurant that is well-rated on Trip Advisor, and decided that they would try looking again after lunch.

After lunch, they asked the manager of 1st Gate where to find the shop. He gave them the same directions they already had. Once back in the fort, Pati tried a ruse: when approached by a tout (call him tout #1), Pati said he was 't shopping, he was supposed to meet a friend at (the location he was given for the shop). The tout took them to the exact location they had already tried and said he would look, too! No shop. Pati then went into a hotel lobby and asked the manager where the shop was. He gave directions which Pati understood and could follow. Unfortunately, tout #2 was also in the hotel lobby listening and called a confederate (tout #3), who overtook Pati and BeeBee on their way to the shop and insisted on accompanying them while acting like a guide. Soon he handed them off to tout #4, who accompanied them to the shop itself. It was not outside the palace exit; it was on top of the fort wall.  The shop owner showed his merchandise, which was beautiful, and Pati made a purchase. The shop keeper did not accept credit cards, but tout #4 graciously offered to handle the charge in his shop and repay this shop owner. And Pati and BeeBee could look at his merchandise while they were there ...  Pati dug deep and came up with the rupees to pay the shop owner right then and there. Tout #4 insisted on accompanying them afterward, and took them into his shop. As his assistant dragged out bedspreads and other large items, BeeBee said she already had bought all that on other trips and didn't want more, while Pati said he felt ill. Tout #4  finally gave up and let them go. Except for being a tout, Tout #4 seemed like a nice fellow with a pretty wife and child (he showed them pictures).

After this, Pati and BeeBee had two more places to track down, an ATM (since they will be hard to find for the next few days) and a famous sweets shop. They finally found a working ATM that had money to dispense, by walking several streets near their hotel until they found one. (On the way, Pati stepped in a cow pie. He supposed this was karma getting back at him for pretending to be sick to get away from the tout.)  The sweets shop they found by following the excellent directions of  their own hotel's manager, and they bought a few of the sweets that are always shown in pictures of Ganesh. They taste somewhat like Gulab Jamun, which they also like, but are bright yellow.

Finally back at their hotel, they headed to the rooftop restaurant for a last good dinner at their hotel. They had Gulab Jamun for dessert. 

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Jaisalmer - Afternoon of the First Full Day

Saturday, 8 November 2014, Jaisalmer

Pati and BeeBee met with their driver and guide just before 4:30 and started for Sam, where they were to join a camel safari and view the setting sun from sand dunes. Their route to Sam appeared to run north-northwest for about 30 km.  The guide said that they would be about 80 km (48 miles) from the border with Pakistan.

When they arrived in Sam, the guide took them to the camel driver and his assistant (little boy) who would lead their camels.  The camels were already kneeling in the sand. Pati and BeeBee learned how to get on a camel. Throw your right leg over the camel. If  the leg won't go over, have someone grab the ankle and pull it to the other side of the camel. Have that same person push on your - ahem - derrier from the left side until you are squarely seated behind the pommel. Grab the pommel firmly and lean back, because the camel is going to stand up on its hind legs and you don't want to do a header over the pommel. The driver will also be helping you stay in the saddle. Then continue hanging on tightly as the front end of the camel comes up. Then your role is to hang onto the pommel tightly and try not to fall off as the camel rocks along.

With the two camel drivers leading their camels, Pati and BeeBee joined the end of a long line of camels with riders. They rode for about 15 minutes through scrub, coming to the sand dunes as the sun finally broke free of the haze that had hidden it until then. They dismounted at the foot
of a very tall dune and scrambled to the top, where they settled down on the sand to wait for sunset.  Pati got some pictures of the sun about to set, and then the sun disappeared behind the haze again. After a few minutes, they climbed back down the dune and mounted their camels again, a little more efficiently this time. The drivers led their camels to the road where their (automobile) driver and guide waited for them.

After about 30 minutes of driving in the quickly falling darkness, they were back at the hotel.  Pati tipped the guide for his 1 1/2 days of service. BeeBee gave the guide his voucher, so that he could get paid, and wrote a brief review of his work for him. She gave him a good but generic review. He was pleasant, he had followed the itinerary, and his attempts to steer them into unwanted buying opportunities were the result of pressure from his associates, with whom he must remain on good terms. Pati and BeeBee understand this, but do not feel obligated to fall into these traps. Contrary to popular belief, they are not walking ATM machines.

It was agreed with the driver that he and they would have a free day tomorrow. He will pick them up Monday morning at 10 am and they will continue to Manvar to spend the night in a tent. BeeBee does not know where the driver will spend that night.

Pati and BeeBee then went to the hotel's rooftop restaurant to have a delicious dinner. (They would like to try some other restaurants near their hotel, that get good reviews on Trip Advisor, but they are reluctant to walk around outside after dark. The odds of stepping in something unpleasant increase greatly after dark. Maybe tomorrow in the daylight ...)

A welcome delivey to their room: clean laundry! Then internetting and to bed.



Whoa...

BeeBee Hits the Trifecta

Saturday, 8 November 2014, Jaisalmer

This morning, Pati and BeeBee were standing at the edge of a narrow street, listening to their guide describe the architecture of a building across from them. There was a telephone or electric line just above them, and a number of pigeons using it. Suddenly, BeeBee felt something on her shirt. She glanced down and saw a small white clump beside a button. She asked Pati to look also, and he confirmed another small but direct hit on her shirt, which she, fortunately, could not see. "It will dry," she said, "and then it will just scrape off." At least it wasn't in her hair.

A few minutes later, as they were sharing a narrow spot with other tourists and motorcycles, BeeBee felt her arm jerk backward. A passing motorcycle had snagged her sleeve on one of its projecting metal parts and was taking the sleeve with it. She quickly pulled free and checked her arm and sleeve. No skin was broken, and the sleeve was intact.

At this point, she remembered the childhood saying "bad things happen in threes." She began to wonder what the third bad thing would be. Stepping in cow poo, perhaps? She really hoped not! Even knowing that it was silly, a small worry nagged in the back of her mind.

Then, as they were walking down another small street, it happened. There was yet another cow taking up most of the street. BeeBee walked by cautiously. The cow flicked its tail, hitting BeeBee squarely in the back, but leaving no mark and no pain. The third bad thing. It was over. 

Jaisalmer - Morning of the First Full Day

Saturday, 8 November 2014, Jaisalmer

Pati and BeeBee got up at 6 am today to be ready for their guide at 9:15. After a luxurious shower, BeeBee gathered laundry (happy happy joy joy) to turn in this morning, to be returned clean this evening. They had a very good breakfast in the rooftop restaurant, and met their guide right on time at the entrance to the hotel.

They set off on foot in the same direction as yesterday, but today continued to the entrance to the Jaisalmer Fort on the hilltop.  As always, they had to avoid motorcycles and cows and cow patties on the pavement. The guide repeatedly told them to watch their step, which, by now, was second-nature to Pati and BeeBee, although the cow patties in Jaisalmer are particularly vile. The guide also warned them to be very careful around cows, since people have gotten hurt. Perhaps cows here are meaner than those in other cities. One pleasant observation was the number of motorcycle tracks through the cow patties. Maybe there is something to karma.

They saw a small boy at the door to a house. The woman of the house was dropping food into a plastic bag he was holding. "He is an untouchable, a gypsy," the guide said. "She cannot touch him." Although the boy seemed happy to get the food, Pati and BeeBee were quite sad about this. They also hoped that the cow they saw yesterday got its chapati.

They entered the Fort, which is more of a small city than a fort, since a few thousand people live there free (except for electricity and water) as descendants of people who lived there to serve the king. Only Brahmins and warrior caste may live there, which does not explain all the people selling merchandise there (another caste). The guide warned them against buying anything in the Fort, since it would be lower quality, and then Pati and BeeBee would think less of the guide when they got home. They were impressed with his honesty. The guide explained the history of the fort as they explored it. At the end, he gave them a choice of climbing to the top of the palace ("110 steps") or to the top of some other lower building with a good view (easier climb). Pati and BeeBee have become wary of buildings with a view, since they always end with a slow painful trip through a buying opportunity. They opted for climbing to the top of the palace. Although he seemed disappointed with this choice, the guide went in with them and explained the many displays of weapons and pictures of royalty inside. Very soon, they were on the rooftop with a splendid view. (Where was the difficult climb, they wondered.) They could even see their hotel from there, and learned that it has 4 solar panels on the roof.

As they wandered around, their guide was on his cell phone, as he had been frequently all along, although it did not seem to interfere with his job. As they were about to leave the fort, the guide asked if they would like to go to a factory where good silver jewelry was made. "No thank you," Pati and Beebee said.  "As you will," he said. They walked on, following the guide who was again talking on his cell phone. Soon: "Would you like to go to a store where they sell good pashminas?" "No thank you," they said. "As you will," he said. They walked on. "Would you like to see some old havelis on the way to your hotel?" "Yes," they said. They stopped at one, and the guide sent them inside. They climbed steep steps and found a small temple or shrine. They each glanced in the small room, which had several other people in it. BeeBee noticed a room off the stairway which had textile products in it. Recognizing the trap, she led Pati outside before they could be stopped.  The next haveli was actually two joined havelis built in competition by  two brothers. "I can't go in with you," the guide said. "One of the owners will show you around." That was another tipoff, but Pati and BeeBee went anyway, because it was a beautiful house. The owner led them through several rooms and upstairs to a large area with many display cases of merchandise . He showed them pictures on the walls, which were attractive but not outstanding. Then he began his pitch, showing them opium bowls, and explaining the difference between wooden ones and those made of camel bone. The test between the two is that camel bone does not burn. He led them toward another display case, explaining that the sale of merchandise helps with the costs of renovation. Noticing that Pati and BeeBee were not to be swayed, he said "You can go now" and led them through the maze of rooms and stairs back to the street, where undoubtedly (BeeBee did not notice) he positioned himself to receive the next victim. As he was after the first haveli visit, the guide seemed surprised to see them again so soon. Since the tour was officially over, he asked their plans. To go back to the hotel, they said.

They set off for the hotel. The guide seemed dejected. He no longer warned them about cows or cow droppings. In fact, BeeBee saw that he actually brushed his shoe through something she would definitely avoid. More proof of karma! Soon they were back to the hotel, and the guide quickly said goodbye until the afternoon tour and hurried to his motorcycle. Pati hoped he would motor off into the sunset but knew he would be back for a tip.

Pati and BeeBee went into the coolness of their hotel. They had a small lunch in the rooftop restaurant with its splendid views.  They rested until the afternoon activity, which includes a camel ride.


Jaisalmer - First Afternoon

Friday, 7 November 2014, Jaisalmer

The drive from Phalodi to Jaisalmer was uneventful. About an hour away from Phalodi, the driver asked if Pati and BeeBee would like a rest break, because there wouldn't be another opportunity before Jaisalmer. Pati said yes, as usual, and the driver went on to say that he would have breakfast when we stopped, because (unfortunately for him) he had also spent the night at Lal Liwas (there is no other place in Phalodi for drivers to stay) and they refused to give him any breakfast. He did get a shower. Pati and BeeBee got a quick coke/tea at the restaurant at the stop, and the driver got something to eat somewhere in the same building. He was ready to go in 15 minutes. BeeBee wonders what kind of life drivers have on the road.

They arrived at their hotel (Hotel Pleasant Havali) in Jaisalmer at about 1:30, and were shown to a beautiful room. The bathroom had running water (BeeBee checked immediately). Their walking tour was scheduled for 4 pm, so they went to the rooftop restaurant for a delicious lunch. Here they learned that they could get bottled water free whenever they wanted it, from the restaurant or front desk.  The server charged their meal to room 8, which was a bit of news because the rooms do not have numbers. They have keys with unique attachments instead.

At 4:15, they met their guide and driver. The driver took them to the entrance to a lake. As they drove, the guide suggested changes to their itinerary, if they would like. Pati and BeeBee had heard this pitch before (in Shimla), so they said they liked what was in the itinerary and wanted to do that. At the lake, the guide dismissed the driver until 4:30 tomorrow. All of the scheduled touring is on foot until tomorrow afternoon. This lake also has ghats (steps) and beautiful buildings around and in it. The guide told them an amusing story about a prostitute who set up shop beside the lake; her customers were the gypsies who lived on the opposite bank of the lake. She built a small temple on top of her building and ghats, and the king was unable to evict her for that reason. Pati took lots of pictures. Some boys were throwing bits of bread into the lake to feed some giant catfish. People often feed these fish, because they represent a Hindu deity.

They then walked through the neighborhoods between the lake and their hotel, and the guide pointed out the beautiful architecture and fretwork in the local golden sandstone. (Jaisalmer is known as the Golden City.)  As they were walking through a narrow street, they came upon a cow standing with its front feet on the top step of a home (back feet on the street), with its nose pressed to the window in the top half of the door. The guide explained that each family at dinner time cooks three extra chipatis: one for the dog, one for the gypsies, and one for the cow. This cow was waiting for its chapati. Another thing that they saw repeatedly was a wedding picture painted on the side of a house where a couple was to be (or had already been) married. It was a picture of Ganesha eating sweets, with the date of the marriage. The words in Rajasthani were an invitation to the wedding events. Their guide bought them each a sweet of the type in the picture (a golden round ball), and they could understand why Ganesh is so fond of this particular sweet.

Their guide is Brahmin, as was their guide in Shimla. Although India has officially done away with the caste system, both of these guides were quick to identify themselves as Brahmin (the highest caste) and to explain the caste system. Apparently, it is everyone else's job to provide for the Brahmin  while they sit around and think big thoughts. Pati and BeeBee have seen quite a few Brahmin sitting around so they know that's at least half true.

After their tour, Pati and BeeBee were escorted back to their hotel at about 6:30. They had a small dinner at the rooftop restaurant. They had a wonderful view of the fort on top of the hill, and of the simultaneous sunset and moonrise. They spent the rest of the evening catching up on the internet. (Phalodi had no wifi.)

Where is my chipati?

Friday, November 7, 2014

India doesn't give us the bird

Friday, 7 November 2014 AM, Phalodi

Pati and BeeBee are so looking forward to being out of Phalodi in general and out of Lal Niwas in particular. Yesterday they realized that there was no drinking water in their room, even though the directory of services specified that there would be. They asked twice for water, finally being told it would be delivered to their room. When they returned to their room, there was no drinking water, but they decided they had brought enough of their own for teeth brushing.  They went to bed early, without dinner, because they had an early 7 am start on Friday.

Sleep was difficult, because the fan made whump-whump noises all night, yet there were also small swishing noises that made BeeBee think about rats ... At 5:15 am, BeeBee got up to take a shower. (The driver had suggested several times that they would first go to see the birds, then return to the hotel for a shower and food, but BeeBee saw no reason to prolong their stay.) BeeBee went into the bathroom, checking that the hot water heater was turned on. It was. She brushed her teeth with bottled water, then checked the shower taps before turning on the shower head. No water. She checked the sink taps. No water.  She woke up Pati. He checked all the taps. No water. They knew a call to the front desk would be pointless, because, even if someone would answer the phone at that hour,  they do not understand English. Pati and BeeBee went back to bed. The Jains began to sing and chant outside every 15 minutes. (The town has a large population of Jains.) Today is the day that Jain priests begin their 8 months of travel; perhaps it was some kind of sendoff. Finally, at 6:30, they got up again, brushed their teeth with bottled water, dressed, and, feeling especially grubby, met their driver to drive to see the birds.

The town that Pati and BeeBee visited yesterday, in preparation for bird watching today, is Khichan. This small town is a resting place for Mademoiselle cranes as they migrate. They land at several lakes for water, and feed all over the area. There is one special feeding area, a rectangular fenced-in area next door to a man who has championed these birds for years. He feeds them in that lot, and allows anyone to view them from the flat rooftop of his house.

The driver headed to the same lake that they visited yesterday, arriving a few minutes after 7 am. No birds. The driver went off to chat with the locals about where the birds might be. They told him about the special feeding area, and so Pati and BeeBee got back in the car and they headed for that area. No birds. They climbed to the roof of the house to wait with some other bird watchers sporting cameras with huge lenses. The "bird man" served masala chai and showed everyone the clippings about his work and the awards he has won. The only birds arriving were pigeons, who feasted on the cranes' food. Suddenly, formations of cranes began to fly overhead. Other formations could also be seen in the distance, flying in from other areas. Apparently, they first go to the lakes, then come to this special area to feed. But no cranes were landing at this spot. Since they had a schedule to keep, Pati and BeeBee waited until 8:10, then decided to go back to the lake and check again. No birds.

They went back to the hotel, where the driver informed the management in Rajasthani that (a) there was no running water in the room and (b) there had been a dead rat in the dining area yesterday.  Pati and BeeBee climbed to their room, and, miraculously, there was running water. A young man arrived almost immediately, went into the bathroom, and showed Pati how he had just been turning the taps incorrectly! (Unfortunately for him, he stood under the shower when he demonstrated how Pati should have done it.) Pati and BeeBee showered and went to the restaurant, where they picked a table far from the erstwhile rat and ordered the safest food on the menu. While they ate, a manager came into the area haranguing the cleaning fellow from yesterday.

Pati and BeeBee went back to their room, brushed their teeth with their own bottled water, grabbed their luggage, and started to the elevator with it. The elevator came almost immediately; it was full of luggage and one hotel staff, who got off the elevator and left, with the elevator unusable full. They found their way down two dark flights of stairs, paid their small remaining bill, and escaped.

Hoping their luck had changed, they headed back to Khichan for a last attempt to see cranes close up. They checked the feeding area. Success! A small group of cranes that flew away immediately. They checked the lake. No birds. Taking pity on them, the driver drove around randomly looking for cranes, finally spotting 5 of them in a field. Going off-road, he got Pati and BeeBee close enough that they could walk slowly closer and get some good pictures. They decided that was enough birding and headed off down the road to Jaiselmer and new adventures.

A little nightcap

Thursday, 6 November 2014 (PM), Phalodi

After lunch at Lal Niwas, Pati and BeeBee decided they will be too full for dinner (even if they are hungry). They also learned that they had eaten lunch at the best place in town. Pati saw "Fort DeHamir Bar - A well stocked bar that serves cocktails & Mocktails" in the hotel directory. He thought "alcohol kills germs and the sugar in drinks kills hunger" maybe that will do (sugar in tea would work too but despite ordering it in three different restaurants in the last three days it never seems to come). Pati and BeeBee went to the front desk and asked directions to the Fort DeHamir. They were led to a locked room by a member of the hotel staff. He unlocked the door, pushed aside a roman shade, and turned on the lights. Pati and BeeBee knew they shouldn't go in but they did. Pati didn't recognize much but saw a type of beer that was OK and ordered one. They brought him a different brand which isn't OK but he accepted it. BeeBee doesn't drink beer but he thought she might have a sweet mixed drink (she has a cold and Pati knew Nyquil was basically alcohol). He asked the bartender "Do you make cocktails?" The bartender said "Yes" and gave Pati something that resembled a 6 inch potato chip. BeeBee said  "I have had enough weird for one day, let's go." Pati drank his beer as quickly as possible while the bartender stood about a foot away glaring disapprovingly. Pati and BeeBee left and the bar closed again. It is a pretty happening place! On the way back to their room, Pati and BeeBee saw their driver. He mentioned that, despite having a large number of rooms, Pati and BeeBee were the only guests at Lal Niwas. It is a hidden treasure! Pati and BeeBee are considering being too full for breakfast (even if they are starving).

Would you like curry with that rat?

Thursday, 6 November (Mid-Day), Phalodi

After the long drive from Pushkar, Pati and BeeBee finally reached a hotel.  Given their experience in Pushkar, BeeBee insisted on checking the hotel name against their itinerary. "There is only one hotel in Philodi," the driver said. It was the hotel Lal Niwas, a two hundred year old mansion, which, according to toiletries in the room, is also a Days Inn. The man in reception insisted that they check out rooms 202 and 211 before deciding on a room. They went to their room using an elevator with a sign that says "Both use three person at time" They tried.  
The man carrying their bags took them to room 202. Another hotel staffer was already there unlocking the door. He was carrying a spray can of some sort, and entered before them, spraying furiously under the bed and in other suspicious spots. He waved them in, pointed out aspects of the room ("Don't hit your head" entering the bathroom), and hurried off with no mention of room 211. BeeBee looked under the bed to make sure nothing looked back. Then she said to Pati "This room has no windows!" She also noted that the directory of services book in their room has a tab labeled "Places of Interest." There is nothing listed.  
To escape their room, Pati and BeeBee went off to find the dining room for lunch. The place was empty. There were tables both inside and out and it was hot inside. Pati and BeeBee chose a seat outside next to the swimming pool. It was green and full of bird feathers (so much for Pati's swim). The table cloth was covered with ashes and grease stained. Two waiters came our, and with great ceremony, shook the tablecloth and put it right back on the table. One of the waiters, who reminded Pati and BeeBee of Manuel from Faulty Towers, came to take the order. He made recommendations for dishes which turned out to be very tasty. He then brought plates and repeatedly dusted them. He placed the silverware, carefully handling each utensil by the eating end, and explained to Pati "This is knife, fork, spoon." (Pati and BeeBee wiped their utensils with paper napkins when no one else was looking.) When the food came, he began placing dishes and began to move the salt and pepper shakers around the table with the intensity of a chess grand master in a timed match. He then wiped their plates again, wiped off the salt and pepper shakers with his hands, and layered Pati's lap with paper napkins. At any moment, BeeBee expected him to ask "May I lick your spoon?"
 
Pati saw that BeeBee was bothered by the grimy tablecloth, so he said "Don't look over there." She looked. What she saw was a dead rat about five feet from the table. BeeBee thought it was about 8 inches long from nose to base of tail but she didn't go over to measure it (Pati supposed it was 20 centimeters long because he thought it was a metric rat). Becoming quite fond of the dead rat, BeeBee proposed naming him Basil.
A few minutes later, a cleaning man was walking by. He looked and saw the rat. Then he did a double take when he saw Pati and BeeBee sitting next to it. He vanished for about 30 seconds planning his next move. He then appeared with a broom and dustpan and casually swept various places on the floor working his way to the rat. Finally, he casually knelt trying to block the view of the rat. Then he disappeared, as had the rat. Pati and BeeBee fully expected their waiter to ask "Would you like curry with your rat?" Later in the day, Pati wondered if the Lal Niwas was the worst hotel he had ever stayed in. A motel on the outskirts of Atlantic City came to mind, but Pati decided that motel was only second.
Lal Niwas
Both Use Three Person at Time



Basil

A quick send off from Khimsar

Thursday, 6 November 2014, Khimsar and Khichan
The day started well enough for Pati and BeeBee. They awoke in their beautiful room in the Hotel Khimsar Fort and went to the dining hall for breakfast. Pati gave a longing look at the crystal clear swimming pool and hoped there would be time to swim at the next stop. They returned to their room, put out the "Do Not Disturb Sign," and began to pack. Just as they were finishing, the doorbell rang. Pati answered and a liveried hotel worker said "Would you like room service now?"  Pati said "No thank you, we will be leaving this morning." At that, the hotel worker entered and proceeded to ransack the linens and check the minibar. He looked at their luggage. Pati was already carrying the camera bag, but BeeBee's green tote was still sitting on the floor, as she was putting her shoes on. He grabbed that, but she said she would carry that. He sat it on the coffee table and instructed Pati "You carry too." He grabbed the suitcases and started to herd them to the door. At this point, BeeBee, knowing full well that she had packed everything and left nothing behind, said "Wait. I have to check something" and started off for the bathroom, with the hotel guy following closely behind. She glanced to the left, then the right, in the bathroom, then said "o.k." and returned to the sitting area. The hotel worker marched them to the departure point, looked at Pati and said "You driver not here." Pati didn't expect to see the driver since he hadn't planned to leave quite so soon. But, it was a nice day and after a few minutes the driver came and they were on their way.
The drive took about three hours passing through nondescript scenery and impoverished villages. At one point, the driver asked Pati if he would like to stop and take a picture of one of the traditional huts people lived in. Pati said yes - he always says yes to the driver and BeeBee. As he was taking the picture, five children came to greet him with their mother. They didn't speak English but, as far as Pati could tell, they were NOT asking him for money (a traditional child's greeting is to stick out his or her hand and say "money"). Pati was shocked by their behavior! He called back for BeeBee to bring writing pens to give to the children (all the guide books say Indian children love pens so Pati and BeeBee brought some for situations just like this).

Later, the driver said "We are coming to see birds in this place tomorrow, would you like to see it now?" Pati said "yes." It actually turned out that the driver had no idea where the bird sanctuary was and was just trying to find it before the tomorrow morning visit. After finding it,  they saw about 100 cranes in the distance (Pati sure hopes there are more upon their next visit). A boy about 10 years old came to Pati, said something in Ragisthani, and flapped his arms. Pati nodded politely and the boy then chased off about half the birds Pati and BeeBee were looking at. He then looked at Pati and said "Give me 100 rupees." Pati only gave him 50 rupees. For 100 rupees, Pati would have scared the birds off by himself. The boy clearly was not satisfied and followed them to the car: "Give me chok-lit" he said.   Pati and BeeBee got back in the car for the 15 minute drive to the hotel. They thought that when they got there things would be better. Boy, were they wrong! But that is the next story.