There's been quite in stir in India lately due to an Indian official's comments regarding standards of hygiene (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/25/world/asia/25india.html?scp=1&sq=&st=nyt). Yes, the buildup to the Commonwealth Games has been a disaster but apparently this guy went too far by implying that Indian hygienic standards are lower than those of people from other nations. To be fair, I didn't live in India or visit many people's homes so I can't comment on private hygiene. In public however, India is just plain filthy. There's rubbish, cow dung, and flies nearly everywhere. It was the first thing I noticed when I crossed the Nepal - India border. In my opinion, this is strongly associated with the typical Indian citizen's views on hygiene and cleanliness. Sure, you may keep your home clean, but why do you pee and throw your rubbish out onto the street? Doesn't the smell and the ever present piles of rubbish bother you? For me, the issue of hygiene and cleanliness became more than clear when I left India for Thailand. Thailand is an immaculately clean place mostly because it's a part of the culture to keep things clean. I'm staying in a jungle hut which is cleaner than many of the brick-and-mortar places I stayed in India. Call it post-India syndrome or whatever, but I'm still astonished at how clean things are in Thailand compared to the filth I routinely witnessed in India.
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Dear India
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| The Taj Majal, Agra |
Dear India,
I’m writing this letter to let you know that you’re beautiful. And mesmerizing. And enchanting and inviting and exotic and the stuff of dreams. But at the same time you can also be dirty, rude, crass, and infuriating. I’ve only known you for 6 weeks but I think I might be in love. You’ve shown me so many beautiful things and teased me with so many more. There’s been more than a few times when I was on a bus or train and saw something absolutely incredible but was already on my way to see something else you had in store for me. Regarding your transit system, it’s really well run and gets people to where they need to go. In particular the rail system is outstanding when compared to many countries. It is light years better than Amtrak; Nepal doesn’t even have a rail system as far as I know.
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| Main Ghat, Varanasi |
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| Sunrise over the River Ganges |
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| Riding the Indian Rail System |
Thank you for an incredible time.
Cheers,
Steve
See the full gallery on posterous
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| Khajuraho |
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| Orccha |
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| Teej Festival, Jaipur |
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| Sunset over Udaipur |
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| Thar Desert, Jaisalmer |
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| Pushkar |
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| Amazing fish tikka, Goa |
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| Anjuna Beach, Goa |
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| Partying in Goa |
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| Hampi |
Monday, 6 September 2010
Indian Railway Tickets
By far the easiest way to book tickets on Indian trains is to use cleartrip.com. It has a similar layout to kayak.com and is a gift from heaven compared to the official government website. Another useful site is yatra.com, which allows you to book tickets per special quotas such as women-only and tourist. Once you've purchased your ticket online, you'll still need to bring a printout of it, but that can be done for a mere 10 rupees in most places.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Jaipur - City of Victory and Gem Scams
We arrived via train and thanks to the prepaid rickshaw booth didn’t have to barter our fare. This time we booked ahead at Hotel Kalyan so there was no walking around in the middle of the night looking for a place to stay like we did in Agra. Jaipur is the gateway to the state of Rajasthan, the western desert state of India. In this bustling city of about 2.3mm the main attractions are the old walls and gates of the Pink City, museums and palaces, and loads of bazaars. We got lucky in that we arrived just in time for the Teej Festival, which is held once a year and marks the arrival of the monsoon. Although in reality the monsoon hasn’t actually arrived yet.
We decided to do the guidebook’s walking tour of the Pink City, which was about 1 hour total in walking time and hit all the major sights. At the start of the walking tour we passed by 2 bazaars, one selling marble statues and the other fine textiles. As with any other Indian City or town, we were constantly being pestered by sales people and rickshaw drivers although they were not as aggressive in Jaipur as compared with anywhere else I’ve been in India so far. This one younger guy was trying to talk to us but we brushed him off. He wouldn’t let up and we started to get real annoyed but he asked why Westerners didn’t want to speak to Indians so we told him it was because of the constant pestering and touting. He seemed to understand and asked if he could talk to us some more so we could exchange cultural knowledge. We agreed but partially only to prove to him that we weren’t against talking to Indians. We stopped for a soda, chatted for a bit, his buddy came by, and we agreed to meet later on for a drink and possibly food after the Bollywood movie we were going to watch at the famous Raj Mandir cinema in Jaipur.
The heat was once again stifling so the walking tour ended up taking up the entire day. I had to keep stopping for breaks in the shade to escape the oppressive heat. I completely forgot to eat lunch so I stopped at the McDonald’s next to the theatre for a quick meal before the show started. Walking out eating an ice cream cone was a bad idea; I had to shoo away the overaggressive beggars who were reaching for the cone and trying to grab it. The theatre itself was a throwback to the old days, it was beautifully restored with lovely chandeliers and décor that made you think you stepped back in time. The movie was quite entertaining although the plotline was hard to follow since it was all in Hindi and there were so many things going on in the movie: fatal tragedy, business blowups, evil syndicate, betrayal, murder, corruption, a love story, song and dance, downfall and resurrection of the hero. In true Bollywood fashion, the show lasted for 3 hours with a 10 minute intermission.
I was really exhausted and wanted to go straight to bed but didn’t have a way to call those guys to tell them I didn’t want to meet. We ran into them at the designated meeting place outside the theatre. Rhiannon was tired as well and excused herself from hanging out so I went with them to Aishh’s flat in the nicer part of town for some drinks and food. I made it a point to tell him that I was really tired and would only stay for about an hour. His older brother (Ajay) was in the car as well and we made conversation. I noticed that he was doing most of the talking; the others were noticeably silent, perhaps out of reverence for the elder. When we arrived at his flat, there was one other foreigner there, the rest were local guys. They were really hospitable and insisted that I make myself at home. After speaking with several of them, all of whom kept speaking highly of Ajay and what a successful person he is and how he helped them all out. Before I knew it, it was just Ajay and I in the room, he was talking to me about his business and how I could make some money working with him. Basically he wanted me to carry jewelry out of India and deliver it to his clients in Western countries, saving him customs duties but putting me at risk. I saw through this scam pretty quickly but feigned ignorance and said I’d consider working with him in the future. He wasn’t aggressive about it but I didn’t feel comfortable in that situation. Not long after he finished speaking I said I was really tired and was going back to my hotel to sleep. For all I know it may have actually been a “legit” operation; he showed me documents and photocopied passports of other foreigners he had worked with, mainly Europeans. However in the morning my strong suspicion was confirmed. At one point Ajay asked if he could copy a map from my guidebook. It was an innocent enough request so I said yes and someone took the book into another room to make a copy. In reality the page describing the gem scams in Jaipur was ripped out. Sadly, I can no longer trust any Indians I meet on the street who live in whatever place I happen to be in. Indian tourists have all been very friendly and trustworthy as well as many shopkeepers.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent sorting out onward travel and catching up with emails. After a laid back lunch we headed over to the Pink City for the Teej Festival. There were probably about 2-4 thousand spectators at the junction north of Ajmer Gate, we managed to get a decent position in the middle of the junction. The festival started off slow with some teenagers dancing and beating on drums but not long after that local bands came out in full costume with elephants and camels. it was a really good parade!
We decided to do the guidebook’s walking tour of the Pink City, which was about 1 hour total in walking time and hit all the major sights. At the start of the walking tour we passed by 2 bazaars, one selling marble statues and the other fine textiles. As with any other Indian City or town, we were constantly being pestered by sales people and rickshaw drivers although they were not as aggressive in Jaipur as compared with anywhere else I’ve been in India so far. This one younger guy was trying to talk to us but we brushed him off. He wouldn’t let up and we started to get real annoyed but he asked why Westerners didn’t want to speak to Indians so we told him it was because of the constant pestering and touting. He seemed to understand and asked if he could talk to us some more so we could exchange cultural knowledge. We agreed but partially only to prove to him that we weren’t against talking to Indians. We stopped for a soda, chatted for a bit, his buddy came by, and we agreed to meet later on for a drink and possibly food after the Bollywood movie we were going to watch at the famous Raj Mandir cinema in Jaipur.
The heat was once again stifling so the walking tour ended up taking up the entire day. I had to keep stopping for breaks in the shade to escape the oppressive heat. I completely forgot to eat lunch so I stopped at the McDonald’s next to the theatre for a quick meal before the show started. Walking out eating an ice cream cone was a bad idea; I had to shoo away the overaggressive beggars who were reaching for the cone and trying to grab it. The theatre itself was a throwback to the old days, it was beautifully restored with lovely chandeliers and décor that made you think you stepped back in time. The movie was quite entertaining although the plotline was hard to follow since it was all in Hindi and there were so many things going on in the movie: fatal tragedy, business blowups, evil syndicate, betrayal, murder, corruption, a love story, song and dance, downfall and resurrection of the hero. In true Bollywood fashion, the show lasted for 3 hours with a 10 minute intermission.
I was really exhausted and wanted to go straight to bed but didn’t have a way to call those guys to tell them I didn’t want to meet. We ran into them at the designated meeting place outside the theatre. Rhiannon was tired as well and excused herself from hanging out so I went with them to Aishh’s flat in the nicer part of town for some drinks and food. I made it a point to tell him that I was really tired and would only stay for about an hour. His older brother (Ajay) was in the car as well and we made conversation. I noticed that he was doing most of the talking; the others were noticeably silent, perhaps out of reverence for the elder. When we arrived at his flat, there was one other foreigner there, the rest were local guys. They were really hospitable and insisted that I make myself at home. After speaking with several of them, all of whom kept speaking highly of Ajay and what a successful person he is and how he helped them all out. Before I knew it, it was just Ajay and I in the room, he was talking to me about his business and how I could make some money working with him. Basically he wanted me to carry jewelry out of India and deliver it to his clients in Western countries, saving him customs duties but putting me at risk. I saw through this scam pretty quickly but feigned ignorance and said I’d consider working with him in the future. He wasn’t aggressive about it but I didn’t feel comfortable in that situation. Not long after he finished speaking I said I was really tired and was going back to my hotel to sleep. For all I know it may have actually been a “legit” operation; he showed me documents and photocopied passports of other foreigners he had worked with, mainly Europeans. However in the morning my strong suspicion was confirmed. At one point Ajay asked if he could copy a map from my guidebook. It was an innocent enough request so I said yes and someone took the book into another room to make a copy. In reality the page describing the gem scams in Jaipur was ripped out. Sadly, I can no longer trust any Indians I meet on the street who live in whatever place I happen to be in. Indian tourists have all been very friendly and trustworthy as well as many shopkeepers.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent sorting out onward travel and catching up with emails. After a laid back lunch we headed over to the Pink City for the Teej Festival. There were probably about 2-4 thousand spectators at the junction north of Ajmer Gate, we managed to get a decent position in the middle of the junction. The festival started off slow with some teenagers dancing and beating on drums but not long after that local bands came out in full costume with elephants and camels. it was a really good parade!
Friday, 9 July 2010
Mount Everest (Qomolangma)
We got very lucky while heading over to Everest Base Camp; the clouds around Everest cleared up for about 1 hour and we got some amazing photos.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Observations on Korean Culture
I’ve only been in South Korea for about 4 days but have already noticed some interesting cultural trends. Here’s a few that stand out so far:
1) Men love the coif. Other than gender, the coif knows no boundaries (athough I’m sure I’ll see a woman with a coif at some point). The coif is featured prominently on just about every advert that has a man in it.
2) Women love mirrors. It didn’t take long to notice the abnormally high frequency of mirrors in stores and even in metro stations. Women are constantly checking themselves in mirrors and / or applying makeup.
3) For the most part, people here dress very well. Suits and ties for the men even on weekends. High heels and skirts/dresses for the women. The other obvious fashion trend are people decked out in hiking gear (boots, poles, backpack) even when it’s obvious that they haven’t gone and aren’t going to go hiking all day.
4) Lots of women have unnaturally pale skin. Back in the day being tan meant you were poor because you were working in the fields all day. Nowadays, I’m not sure why having lighter (think mental institution scrubs) white skin is what women here desire. There are lots of skin whitening products out on the market here.
5) Kim Yuna lovefest. Yes, she’s an Olympic gold medalist. Yes, a lot of young girls look up to her. Yes, she’s got a pretty face and is photogenic. But seriously, her face is everywhere. From cosmetics to soju, she’s on so many adverts that you can’t get away from her. I thought I’d seen more adverts of her than men on the street with coifs, but then I realized that even she can’t overtake the coifs.
6) Couples love wearing matching outfits. Apparently entire families are now getting into this trend. Only a picture can do this one justice.
7) Men almost always carry their girlfriend’s purse, even if they’re carrying their own murse.
8) With apologies to the “official” stance on gays, there are indeed gay people in Korea.
I wonder if that’s his murse or he’s just carrying it for his buddy…
9) Speaking of murses, the murse (male purse) is a disturbingly popular fashion accessory for all men. Sorry friends, you will never catch me rocking one of these.
10) People drink like there’s no tomorrow. In fact, it’s common to see people passed out drunk on the sidewalk.
1) Men love the coif. Other than gender, the coif knows no boundaries (athough I’m sure I’ll see a woman with a coif at some point). The coif is featured prominently on just about every advert that has a man in it.
2) Women love mirrors. It didn’t take long to notice the abnormally high frequency of mirrors in stores and even in metro stations. Women are constantly checking themselves in mirrors and / or applying makeup.
3) For the most part, people here dress very well. Suits and ties for the men even on weekends. High heels and skirts/dresses for the women. The other obvious fashion trend are people decked out in hiking gear (boots, poles, backpack) even when it’s obvious that they haven’t gone and aren’t going to go hiking all day.
4) Lots of women have unnaturally pale skin. Back in the day being tan meant you were poor because you were working in the fields all day. Nowadays, I’m not sure why having lighter (think mental institution scrubs) white skin is what women here desire. There are lots of skin whitening products out on the market here.
5) Kim Yuna lovefest. Yes, she’s an Olympic gold medalist. Yes, a lot of young girls look up to her. Yes, she’s got a pretty face and is photogenic. But seriously, her face is everywhere. From cosmetics to soju, she’s on so many adverts that you can’t get away from her. I thought I’d seen more adverts of her than men on the street with coifs, but then I realized that even she can’t overtake the coifs.
6) Couples love wearing matching outfits. Apparently entire families are now getting into this trend. Only a picture can do this one justice.
7) Men almost always carry their girlfriend’s purse, even if they’re carrying their own murse.
8) With apologies to the “official” stance on gays, there are indeed gay people in Korea.
I wonder if that’s his murse or he’s just carrying it for his buddy…
9) Speaking of murses, the murse (male purse) is a disturbingly popular fashion accessory for all men. Sorry friends, you will never catch me rocking one of these.
10) People drink like there’s no tomorrow. In fact, it’s common to see people passed out drunk on the sidewalk.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
Mosquito Island, Thailand - Jan 2010
Stopped on Mosquito Island for lunch while I was touring the Phi Phi Islands in Thailand...
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